Who Was Being So Kind?

Tribe.

Bian He appeared before everyone wearing a bite-proof muzzle.

"Boss, you're back!"

"Hey, Boss, why did you come back so late? That Director Wan is pretty capable. No wonder he can be your rival."

"As expected of someone called Myriad God. His temper's just too stiff. Whenever I ran into him these past few days, he had such a cold face that I didn't dare go up and talk to him."

"By the way, does anyone know where Director Wan has been staying these past few days? I haven't heard of him staying in any dorm building."

"Bro, your timing couldn't have been worse. Your nemesis just left. If you'd come an hour earlier, you could've run into him. Maybe you could've even had a PK match."

Bian He stroked the bandage on his wrist. Even though he had protected it carefully, its edges had still gotten a little dirty.

If he had known, he wouldn't have gone up the mountain that time. The weeds had dirtied it so badly that its original pink color was no longer visible.

That had been the puppy bandage his master had specially saved for him.

"You all have a lot to say. Looks like your training hasn't been strict enough if you still have the mood to chatter at me."

As he spoke.

Bian He's pupils turned light blue, precisely locking onto a direction.

His master had been hurt.

He could smell the blood all the way from here.

"Dismiss yourselves and go train." He threw out the order and raced in the direction the cars had gone.

Which damned bastard had dared lay a hand on his person?

Bian He's face turned cold, his speed so fast that afterimages trailed behind him.

He darted through the narrow paths at astonishing speed.

Strands of pheromones spilled out, locking onto his mate and secretly offering assistance.

At last, he arrived at the scene of the accident.

The car had been stabilized.

Several people were still rejoicing at having survived the disaster.

Wan Ying sat nearby while another colleague bandaged his wound.

The sight was somewhat irritating.

Bian He flashed into the car, carefully inspecting it before his gaze locked onto the driver.

He had an inhibitor patch on and was disguised as a beta. What was his purpose?

Was he trying to hurt his master?

Damned bastard!

He was not from the Tribe, which meant he could only be from the Elite Law District.

There were always people who could not stand seeing others succeed and resorted to filthy tricks behind the scenes.

Lacking the ability themselves, they could only seize attention this way.

Bian He approached step by step. With a raised hand, his pheromones instantly locked around the other man's neck.

He dared touch his person and make him bleed so much sweet blood.

What could he possibly use as compensation?

How could one worthless life be enough?

The driver sat in the car and was about to pull out a gun from his bag when he suddenly felt himself suffocating. Turning his head, he said, "You are... urgh..." He wanted to fight back, but it was already too late.

With a clatter, the gun in his hand fell onto the floor of the car.

His entire body slumped soundlessly onto the seat.

Bian He withdrew his pheromones and vanished into the woods.

Wan Ying heard the noise and got into the car to check.

The driver was dead.

A specially made gun lay on the floor, and the color of the liquid showed that it contained a lethal poison.

This car accident, which had appeared to be a narrow escape, had not been an accident at all.

Whom had the other party intended to destroy?

Wan Ying tore open the man's clothes and, sure enough, found a mark on the back of his neck.

He belonged to the same group as the people who had tried to assassinate him during the previous mission.

Those bastards still refused to give up.

They seemed desperate for him to die, preferably somewhere on the road, unable to return to the Elite District.

There were many people who wanted him dead, all eyeing his position as director.

So what now? He had failed to die again.

Wan Ying took out a packet of disinfectant wipes, cleaned his hands, and tossed the wipe onto the corpse.

Who exactly had helped him?

He seemed to have a slight idea.

Though the pheromones had been withdrawn quickly, some traces remained.

Several people rushed into the car. "Bro, what happened? Why is he dead?"

"Damn it, which bastard was trying to kill us?"

"Who else could it be? That sinister, treacherous bastard. If he hadn't leaked information every single time, how could our missions have been so dangerous every time?"

"He didn't become the official director himself, so he's resentful."

"Bro, we can't let this go. That guy picks fights every time. When we ignore him, he pushes his luck. Now he's even using such despicable tricks. Who knows what he'll do next time?"

"Once I get back, I'm definitely teaching him a lesson. I'll let him know why flowers are so red and what kind of people he can't afford to provoke. I've really given him too much face. Fuck! How can he be so shameless?"

The group vented their anger on the miscellaneous items nearby.

As for the person who had died in the car, he was merely a villain. Dead was dead. Dying on the path of law was only fitting.

Who told him to choose the wrong path and insist on going against the law?

He could only blame himself for backing the wrong side and walking the wrong road.

"The car broke down. I wonder how the other two cars are doing. How are we getting back?"

Wan Ying looked at the three cars outside the window. "The Tribe's people are already here. We'll ride in their cars."

The others looked through the window, and their eyes immediately lit up.

"Hehe, talk about being handed a pillow just when you're sleepy. They came at exactly the right time."

"The Tribe's people do things well. They're good people to deal with."

They opened the trunk and took out their luggage.

Each car could hold five people.

But there was already someone sitting in the second car.

Wan Ying was speechless for a moment and could only get into the last silver car.

The driver rolled down the window and called out, "Director Wan, please take this car. Our Executive Officer specifically instructed us to make sure you get back safely."

That nemesis again.

Wan Ying put his backpack in the trunk, opened the door, and sat in the back seat.

A faint fragrance lingered in the car.

It was that guy's pheromone scent.

With a glance downward, he was surprised to discover that the book he had been longing for was in the car.

Wan Ying's heart stirred, and he picked up the book.

That guy had done it on purpose, hadn't he?

He knew Wan Ying liked studying books on law. He had taken it away just when Wan Ying was engrossed in it, then sent it over when Wan Ying had stopped hoping for it.

What an annoying guy. He kept testing Wan Ying's limits, making the urge to kill him surface again and again.

Wan Ying sat in the car, absorbed in reading.

Before he knew it, they had arrived.

There were still more than a hundred pages left unread.

After hesitating for two seconds, he decisively took the book with him.

"Please thank your Executive Officer for me. If there's a chance next time, I'll treat him to a meal."

Wan Ying got out of the car and walked to the driver's seat, mentioning it out of politeness.

As for that meal when there was a next chance, there might never be such a chance in this lifetime.

It was merely a polite gesture. How could anyone take it seriously?

The Tribe's people delivered them safely and drove back without lingering.

"Director, why did you take so long to get back? We arrived almost an hour ago."

"Are you all right? Why do you all look so bedraggled? Did something happen?"

"Why is there blood on the Director? Were you attacked?"

The teammates who had arrived earlier stood waiting at the entrance.

"We'll talk inside." Wan Ying carried his bag and walked in.

Back in the dormitory.

He took off his coat, revealing his injured hand.

Why did the wound seem to be healing a little slowly this time? Was it because he had not rested well these past few days?

The pain in his arm came and went, so faint that it could be ignored.

Right now, he only wanted to finish the book as quickly as possible.

Who knew whether that guy would suddenly remember and demand the book back from him?

He had finally gotten it, only for it to be taken back because he had not read it in time. He would probably be so angry he would want to punch himself twice.

Wan Ying set his backpack on the floor, took off his clothes, and sat at his desk to read.

There was too much content in the book.

He took out a notebook and began making notes, writing down all the important knowledge.

Suddenly,

His hand paused as he turned a page.

The floral scent tucked inside the book was far too strong, sickeningly sweet...