Eating Pretty Well

"Hey, did you hear? People from the Elite Law District are coming over to teach us."

"Yeah, yeah, I heard too. Supposedly it's that Elite Law District director they call Myriad God."

"No way, seriously? Director Wan, that ultra-rare Enigma, is coming here? Aren't they our sworn rivals? Can he really teach us properly? He's probably here to laugh at us rookies who don't know a thing about law."

"It's probably true. I was gaming with my little brother yesterday, and he told me to prepare some food because he was coming over tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Isn't that today? What time are they coming? Damn it, I haven't even folded my blanket yet. I need to hurry back and clean up."

As he spoke, he prepared to run toward the dormitory area.

Before he had taken two steps, one of his teammates grabbed him and yanked him back.

The teammate mocked, "Did a door hit your head? What does him coming have to do with whether you fold your blanket? Do you really think they'll go to your dorm?"

The man scratched his head and chuckled. "Guess that's true. Well, then I'll go change clothes. I've worn these for three days—they stink."

He took off running and vanished in the blink of an eye.

The others could only stare after him and complain speechlessly, "Since when did that slob care so much about being clean? They're just people from the Elite Law District. What's there to get excited about?"

"I don't get it either. No matter how good their elite law is, can they really be better than our Tribe?"

"Hey, who do you think is stronger—Director Wan, whom they call Myriad God, or our executive officer? That last competition was so unfair. Our executive officer just happened to have pheromone disorder. Otherwise, there was no way a bunch of law students could've won."

News that people from the Elite Law District were coming to teach spread without wings, and all tens of thousands of people in the Tribe learned of it.

Some were excited, some disdainful, some thrilled, and some irritated...

After all, they had been competing in secret for years. Not only were they strong in their own fields, but they also ranked highly in each other's fields.

A hundred li away.

Three extended business vehicles.

Each vehicle carried ten Elite Law enforcement personnel.

Wan Ying sat in the back seat, resting.

The journey was too long. The constant swaying had given even someone who did not get carsick a headache.

The rookies, who rarely went out, were especially excited about this trip.

Their mouths never stopped along the way, chattering about this and that.

"I'm telling you, my brother is a team leader at a Top-tier Tribe. His direct superior is that top-tier executive officer, and I heard he's ridiculously handsome."

"So what if he's handsome? At most, he's an S-rank Alpha. Could he be more handsome than our Myriad God? Our Myriad God is an ultra-rare Enigma. You couldn't find even one among tens of thousands of people."

As they spoke, they exchanged looks, huddled together, and lowered their voices. "I heard an Enigma can mark an Alpha. Doesn't that mean our Myriad God could mark that executive officer?"

"Apparently, they can even forcibly alter internal structures. Maybe they could create an even stronger gender."

"A stronger gender? Cut it out. Alpha is already the most common, and there aren't even that many S-rank Alphas. Besides, isn't Enigma already the stronger gender?"

When someone raised a question, someone else naturally answered it.

With a mysterious expression, he pulled out his phone. "No, no, no. I looked it up online that day. The latest database says it isn't Enigma. Above Enigma is Figema, which can mark an Enigma..."

The others leaned over to look and saw several brief notes on the screen.

"Figema? What kind of bizarre thing is that? Didn't you see what it says? You wouldn't get even one in a population of a hundred million. It's only a description of genetic mutation; there's no actual person like that."

The person who had answered tucked his phone into his pocket, leaned against the vehicle, and sighed. "There may not be one now, but that doesn't mean there won't be one in the future. I already thought Director Wan being an Enigma was incredible, but then another freak showed up."

"Enigma is also a kind of genetic mutation, isn't it? It's just that their physical conditions in every respect are better than ours S-rank Alphas."

"If I could be that amazing, my parents would definitely throw a huge banquet."

"Brother, be content. Being an S-rank Alpha already makes you impressive enough."

"Enough, enough. Stop talking and rest for a while. We'll be there in half an hour. We represent the entire Elite Law District, so we can't embarrass ourselves on their turf."

The cabin finally became quiet again.

Wan Ying lay in the back seat with his eyes closed, dozing lightly.

It was too noisy. He could not sleep.

He had heard every word those people said.

Figema? You could not find even one in the entire world.

Whether one existed or not had nothing to do with him. He had no interest in knowing.

A figure appeared in his mind, gradually tugging his thoughts away.

How was that Puppy doing on the mountain? Did he have food and water? He was still injured. What if he starved to death?

There hadn't been any sign of him coming to find me. Aren't dogs supposed to have the best noses? Could he have collapsed on the mountain and frozen to death?

Someone who could beat an Alpha until he fell to the ground and could not get back up should not die so easily.

Forget it. It had nothing to do with him.

Wan Ying turned over and continued sleeping.

Thirty-five minutes later, the vehicles entered the Top-tier Tribe.

It was obvious that this place had a different style from the areas they had passed through before.

As far as the eye could see, everything was green.

The high-rises were brand-new, the ground was spotless, and even the trash bins gleamed faintly with cleanliness.

Everyone wore neat, clean dark-green work uniforms that radiated vigor.

The vehicles stopped in the parking area by the entrance.

Before getting out, they were reminded once more.

"Now that we're on their territory, think before you speak. Don't make a racket and let them think we have no manners."

"Use what you've learned and teach them as much legal knowledge as possible. Don't hold back or deliberately lead them toward incorrect knowledge. If they think we can't afford to lose, that'll be even more embarrassing."

Wan Ying got out first.

The leaders of the Tribe had received word and left their offices two minutes early.

When they saw him, they stepped forward with cheerful smiles to greet him.

"Director Wan, welcome. Forgive us for not coming farther out to receive you. We prepared everything long ago and have been waiting for you."

"Please, everyone, come in. The food has already been ordered. We just don't know whether it suits your tastes."

They ushered everyone toward the cafeteria.

At this hour, the cafeteria was very quiet, with no unrelated people around.

Several tables had been pushed together, and dozens of dishes covered them.

Everyone took their seats one after another.

After sitting in the vehicles for several hours, they were indeed hungry.

Wan Ying picked up his chopsticks, and everyone else followed suit.

The meal was fairly good. The food here was quite delicious, though perhaps they were simply hungry.

Just as the thought crossed his mind.

Another person in charge raised a glass of juice and said excitedly, "Today, we're benefiting from having people from the Elite Law District here. Our executive officer specially sent his personal chef to cook for you. Usually, we couldn't eat this even if we wanted to."

"That chef is the executive officer's exclusive nutritionist and is never loaned out. This is all because of the Elite Law District."

"Unfortunately, the executive officer went out and can't return anytime soon. But he instructed us to make sure you are all properly entertained no matter what."

A personal chef? He was eating pretty well.

Wan Ying stared at the loofah in his bowl and picked up his chopsticks.

He bit into it, and the fresh sweetness of the loofah filled his mouth.

It really was delicious.