Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

Lin Ci'an looked at him, standing there, with an indescribable anger and powerlessness surging in his chest.

(He's used to it.)

(Erased of achievements, suppressed, used as a tool...)

(He didn't even bother to protest.)

The black cat's spirit suddenly jumped up and smashed the holographic projector on the conference table with one claw, sending fragments flying everywhere.

“Lin Ci’an!”

The old man shouted sternly.

Lin Ci'an sneered, turned around and walked out, leaving behind a sentence without even looking back:

"Tara better pray he stays so 'obedient'."

Chu Ziyu followed Lin Ci'an's footsteps and stopped at the door.

He had his back to everyone, his silver hair falling on his shoulders, his long fingers resting lightly on the door frame.

"correct."

He suddenly spoke, his voice was very soft, but it made the entire intelligence department silent in an instant.

The snow wolf spirit slowly turned around, its golden eyes locked onto the old man, and a low, threatening snoring sound came from its throat.

Chu Ziyu tilted his head slightly, revealing a half-smile: "I forgot to tell you -"

"I took a sample from the pollution source on the third floor underground."

The old man's face suddenly turned pale.

“You…what did you say?”

Chu Ziyu slowly pulled out a micro storage tube from the inner pocket of his uniform. Dark red liquid flowed slowly inside, and tiny black particles could be vaguely seen suspended in it.

"A-17 Mind Contamination, undiluted original sample."

He shook the tube gently, a cold smile on his face. "It's enough to drive half the sentries in the tower crazy."

There was a sudden commotion in the Intelligence Department. Someone stood up suddenly, and the chair scraped harshly on the floor.

"Chu Ziyu! Are you crazy?!"

"crazy?"

Chu Ziyu chuckled, "I just thought that since the tower likes to 'hide' the truth so much, why don't I help hide it a little bit too."

His fingertips gently stroked the storage tube, and his tone was as gentle as if he was discussing the weather: "For example... hidden in the central ventilation system? Or the water dispenser in the high-rise office?"

The old man's hands began to tremble: "You, you dare not-"

“Try?”

Chu Ziyu's golden pupils shrank slightly, and the snow wolf spirit body pounced forward suddenly. Its sharp claws dug into the table in front of the old man with a "click", and wood chips flew everywhere.

"I'm used to being used as a tool," he said softly, "but tools... can also backfire."

The entire intelligence department was silent, even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly.

Chu Ziyu put away the storage tube, turned around and walked out the door.

"You can write your report however you like."

Without turning around, he said, "But remember—"

"Next time you touch my things, I'll let you experience for yourself what 'mental pollution' means."

The Snow Wolf spirit took one last look around and slowly walked out the door.

The moment the door closed, the sound of teacups smashing and the hysterical curses of the old men were heard from the Intelligence Department.

"This little bastard, this little turtle..."

Lin Ci'an walked very fast, his military boots stomping heavily on the metal floor, as if every step was going to wear through the ground.

There was a fire in his chest, burning his temples.

"What does it mean to get used to it? What does it mean to accept your fate?"

He repeated it in his mind with gritted teeth, his fingers clenching and unclenching unconsciously.

The black cat spirit followed at his feet, its fur standing on end and its tail slapping the ground anxiously.

There was the sound of slow and steady footsteps behind me. That person's pace was always so calm, as if even if the sky fell, nothing would happen.

This made Lin Ci'an even more furious.

He turned around suddenly, his movements so fast that they caused a gust of wind to rise.

As expected, Chu Ziyu was standing just a few steps away, his silver-gray uniform neatly arranged, even his breathing steady.

That damn face still had that calm expression, as if he wasn't the one who was publicly humiliated in the conference room just now.

Lin Ci'an rushed forward and grabbed Chu Ziyu's wrist with such force that it almost crushed his bones.

"What do you mean by 'used to it'?"

His voice was extremely low, like the silence before the storm, "You're just going to let them erase your achievements over and over again?"