Rescue Mission

Chen Xu glanced at the neon sign reading "Golden Tripod Garden," then strode into the residential complex disguised as Tiger King.

No one would have imagined that this unremarkable middle-aged man passing by them was a high-ranking figure in the Martial Alliance, hated by all.

Compared to the buildings in other areas, the residences in this complex were rather old. They had been part of the public housing built when Culture Capital was first established.

A few days ago, he had accepted a mission concerning the Culture Capital Research District. He had originally planned to abandon it. After all, his strength had declined severely, and there was no need to gamble with his life for a few points.

But now that his injuries had healed and his strength had risen to another level, it would have been hard to justify not getting involved.

Following the information he had been given, Chen Xu entered the access code, went up several floors, and stopped before a somewhat aged security door. He knocked more than a dozen times in a deliberate rhythm.

Soon, someone on the other side replied in the opposite rhythm.

Creak.

The security door opened slightly. The man inside had messy hair, lifeless eyes, sparse stubble, and the appearance of a thoroughly dejected man. Yet when his gaze met Chen Xu's, a glint flashed through his eyes before vanishing.

He bent down, picked up two pairs of slippers, and placed them by Chen Xu's feet. "The house is a little messy. Sorry about that."

As though he were merely visiting an ordinary friend, Chen Xu casually responded and entered the living room.

The dejected man shut the door, his expression turning much more serious. "May I ask who you are?"

"I am an elder of the Martial Alliance and the