Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

The tower was quiet for a while, and Chu Ziyu and Lin Ci'an had been doing some trivial tasks for the past half month.

Everything seems calm, but it is like the calm before the storm.

Chu Ziyu pushed open the door of the training room, and sweat slid down his silver hair, forming a small puddle in the depression of his collarbone.

He picked up his laptop, and the moment the screen lit up, the mission briefing sent by Lin Ci'an caught his eye - border bandit suppression, round trip would take at least a week.

His fingertips hovered for a moment over the reply "Got it," and when they finally dropped, they left a trail of water on the screen.

He stared at the short reply for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled.

(Finally couldn't hold it back anymore?)

(Deliberately sending Xiao An away...)

The sensor lights in the corridor lit up one by one as he walked, illuminating the hurried figure of the white-haired old man at the corner.

"Zi Yu!"

Horn Clemens walked toward him, the metal joints of his mechanical prosthesis gleaming coldly under the projection light.

The chief inspector of the Tower Council specially changed into a freshly ironed uniform today, but the tower emblem on his chest was a little crooked - just like the fake smile on his face that was about to fall.

There was an exaggerated concern on the other person's face, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes revealed an unconcealable calculation.

&34;Tsk,&34;

Chu Ziyu murmured in a voice that only he could hear, "Can't you wait even for a day?"

Horn stopped him warmly, his bony fingers already calling up the holographic projection, "There's an urgent mission."

The moment the projection unfolded, the smell of blood seemed to penetrate the screen and hit us in the face.

In the mottled iron cage, twelve guides huddled in the corner, wearing special restraint collars around their necks, their exposed skin covered with scorch marks from electric shocks.

The youngest one looked no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and was mechanically licking his bloody fingers.

&34;Intelligence just intercepted this morning.&34;

Horn sighed, his eyes locked on Chu Ziyu's expression. "These children were used as live bait by the Red Scorpion to trap runaway sentinels."

He glanced meaningfully at the mission briefing Chu Ziyu had just received: "It's a pity that Guide Lin went to the border to suppress bandits... But with your ability to hide, you can do it more easily alone—"

"No."

Chu Ziyu suddenly interrupted.

The smirk on his face faltered.

"Zi Yu, a child like you needs the guidance of the elders the most."

"I heard that a lot of guides have been lost at the border outpost recently..."

The old man lowered his voice and said, "You probably don't want to see Lin Ci'an transferred to the border outpost, do you? In places like that, the annual loss rate of guides is...what is it?"

The snow wolf spirit let out a threatening growl, but was forcibly suppressed by the mental power of the guard sentry behind the old man.

Chu Ziyu lowered his eyes and looked at his trembling fingertips.

"Single-player mission?"

He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold under his silver-gray eyelashes.

"The target is in a contaminated area, and too many people would only get in the way."

Horn handed over a dark silver bracelet with a blue glow on the inside. "You need to disguise yourself as a wandering sentinel. This can help you suppress S-level mental fluctuations."

Don't bring your laptop with you, as it will expose your identity. Just destroy it on the way. &34;

"it is good."

Chu Ziyu raised his hand and handed the laptop to Horn.

The moment he put on the bracelet, Chu Ziyu heard the old man add with a smile: "By the way, the bracelet has a positioning function. The tower will send someone to pick you up. Don't... lose it."

&34;Don't worry, I will...wear it well.&34;

Border bandit suppression mission point

When Lin Ci'an crushed the wrist bone of the last gangster, the black cat spirit was wagging its tail boredly.

The so-called "high-risk mission" was nothing more than a dozen malnourished refugees without even a decent pulse gun.

"Mission accomplished."

He spoke into the communicator, his fingertips sliding across the computer screen - there was no reply from Chu Ziyu.

This was unusual; the man never missed his mission briefings.

"Sir?"

The adjutant pointed at the shivering captive on the ground in confusion, "This is different from the 'well-equipped rebels' mentioned in the mission briefing..."

&34;Shut up.&34;

Lin Ci'an's suddenly awakened mental tentacles swept across the entire ruins. Something was wrong - something was very wrong.