Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

There were only a few rusty machetes in the bandit's arsenal, and the battle map on the wall was still a three-year-old version.

He suddenly called up the mission details and his pupils shrank suddenly.

The words "S-level wizard emergency support required" mentioned in the briefing were flashing, like some clumsy afterthought.

(Luring the tiger away from the mountain...)

A red warning suddenly popped up on the optical brain: [Target contact signal interrupted].

Chu Ziyu’s positioning signal finally disappeared at...the Garbage Planet Transfer Station?

Junk Planet

"Boss! Wake up!"

The electronic sound of 6872 exploded in my head, "This broken bracelet is sucking your blood!"

Chu Ziyu opened his eyes in the stinking garbage dump, his silver hair stained with sticky sewage.

He was stuffed into a garbage truck, and as the planet's garbage was dumped, the optical computer had long since disappeared.

The blue light of the bracelet had turned a dangerous scarlet, and a thin tube was drawing his blood.

"I know."

He responded in his head, his voice distorted by blood loss, "The Tower wants the Permanent Bond's symbiotic guide element...ahem...to create biological weapons."

He struggled to stand up, the Snow Wolf's spirit body was so weak that it was almost transparent.

In the distance, the searchlights of the "Red Scorpion" Arena pierced the night sky like greedy eyes.

&34;6872, hack into the bracelet system.&34;

He tore off his shirt and tied it around his bleeding wrist. "I have a little surprise for the tower..."

"Done!"

6872 spun around excitedly, "I've replaced the extracted guide element with your mental pollution sample! When those old guys in Tana inject it..."

Chu Ziyu curled the corners of his mouth, leaned against the rusty pipe, and pried open the bracelet casing with his bloody fingers.

The electronic sound of 6872 suddenly exploded in his head:

"Boss! I have completely deciphered the background of this broken bracelet——"

"That old man Horn is broadcasting your vital signs live! The people in the Tower Council are betting on how long you can last!"

In the dim cabin, the holographic image projected by 6872 flickered and danced:

——The surveillance footage in Horn's office showed him using his mechanical prosthetic limbs to retrieve the files of twelve "imprisoned guides," each of which was stamped with "Recovered."

&34;These guides weren't captured at all!&34;

6872 was so angry that his code was scattered. "This is the experimental subject that the tower deliberately sent! Just to "discipline" the disobedient S-class sentinels and make it easier to frame them."

The screen switches to the encrypted communication record:

[Horn: Let Chu Ziyu "discover" the arena as planned]

[Red Scorpion: Where's the reward?]

[Horn: The one hundred low-level sentinels and guides I promised you last time.]

[Red Scorpion: Are you so willing to give it up?]

[Horn: "After all... Sentinels and Guides are just breathing tools, aren't they?"]

Chu Ziyu's breathing suddenly stopped, which really made him feel sick.

Ironically, the background of this conversation is a picture with the words "In memory of the loyal warriors who sacrificed their lives for the tower."

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&34;Boom!&34;

The transport ship exploded into a fireball behind him, and Lin Ci'an walked towards the stolen small jump ship in the flames.

The adjutant's terrified shouts were left behind, and he directly cut off all communication links.

Chu Ziyu's last location information flashed on the light screen.

The black cat spirit paced anxiously on the control panel. Lin Ci'an's finger hovered over the jump button, and he suddenly remembered Chu Ziyu's overly brief "I know" reply this morning.

(You expected this, didn't you?)

(You...self-willed bastard...)

(Why go!)

The jump engine roared harshly and the ship's hull vibrated violently.

Lin Ci'an stared at the coordinates of the dirty garbage star in the star map, and his mental force field went out of control, shattering all the dashboard glass.

"Chu Ziyu."

He whispered the name, his voice so gentle it was creepy, "I brought the strongest shackles to pick you up..."

"Ah, cut."

Chu Ziyu sneezed without warning, and when he calmed down, he saw a slave in a Red Scorpion uniform who had been knocked unconscious and curled up at his feet. The slave code RF-517 on the back of his neck was very obvious.

He continued to dig out a sharp piece of alloy fragment from the garbage pile and looked at his pale face in the sewage pit.

“This is good, it works.”

In a moment, a slave number ironed out of scrap metal was freshly produced.

As for the slave under his feet, he had captured him after three hours of waiting with the cooperation of 6872.

After all, an old person who escapes is less noticeable than a newcomer who sneaks in.

As he stripped off the slave's rags, 6872 suddenly said, "Boss! This guy has a tracking chip!"

"Just right."

Chu Ziyu used a fragment of alloy to cut the skin on the back of his neck, and pressed the bloody chip into the wound without changing his expression.

The Snow Wolf spirit licked his bleeding fingers and suddenly pricked up his ears in alertness—three slave hunters armed with electric batons were approaching.

&34;You're so slow.&34;

He muttered and deliberately kicked over the scrap metal around him.

Then he kicked the man who had stripped himself clean into the garbage dump.

When the slave hunter's beam shone over him, he immediately changed into a terrified expression, buried his face in his arms and trembled.

&34;Another runaway bitch!&34;

The leading slave hunter grabbed his silver hair and was suddenly stunned. "Wait, this color..."

Chu Ziyu timely revealed the RF-517 code on the back of his neck and pleaded in a hoarse voice: "I, I just want to find something to eat..."

"High-end stuff!"

The slave hunter excitedly pulled up the chain, "The silver-haired one sold for 34 star coins last time!"

The rough metal collar dug into the wound that had not yet healed. Chu Ziyu groaned, and his drooping eyelashes hid the bright color that flashed in his eyes.

(Xiao An...)

(This time it’s my turn to wait for you to open the presents...)