Quick Wear: Beautiful, Strong, Miserable, Whitening Guide

(Deep in the dungeon, the footsteps of guards changing shifts fade away.)

&34;The shift change occurred 2 minutes and 17 seconds earlier than expected.&34;

Lin Ci'an's mental tentacles wandered through the ventilation duct, and his voice entered Chu Ziyu's consciousness directly. "There are seven pressure-sensitive floors in the corridor."

The spirit of the snow wolf turned into silver light and disappeared into the shadows. A moment later, it brought back a bunch of blood-stained keys.

"Guards will pass by the D-block test subject cells when they change shifts."

Chu Ziyu licked the blood from the corner of his lips, his black pupils gleaming faintly in the darkness. "That thing will go crazy when it smells the guide element - especially the special variety made by Horn."

Lin Ci'an narrowed his eyes.

(Three minutes later)

The entire arena suddenly shook violently.

A loud sound of metal tearing was heard from Area D, followed by screams one after another.

When Chu Ziyu kicked open the cell door, the emergency lights in the corridor had turned a dangerous blood red.

&34;Cole's lab is in the northwest corner.&34;

He dragged Lin Ci'an into the ventilation duct. Behind him came the sticky sound of the experimental subject tearing through the guards. "The reason why Horn didn't notify the arena is very simple—"

A surveillance camera suddenly lit up at the corner of the pipeline, and Chu Ziyu threw out the alloy piece hidden between his fingers.

Amidst sparks flying, Lin Ci'an's mental tentacles had violently invaded the surveillance system.

Because he was live-streaming the gambling game.

"The closing time for betting is 34:34 tomorrow morning."

Lin Ci'an sneered and crushed the ventilation duct fence with one hand, "What the old man wants is your spectacular performance of your dying struggle."

The ventilation duct was filled with the smell of preservatives, and Chu Ziyu suddenly pressed Lin Ci'an's wrist.

"The old man is nothing, let's give him a big gift."

A laser grid in the corridor below was casting a spiderweb of red streaks across the ground—each beam connected to a nerve gas nozzle in the ceiling.

&34;Twelve sensors need to be blocked simultaneously.&34;

Chu Ziyu removed the metal wire from the bracelet, "But the error cannot exceed 34 seconds."

Lin Ci'an's spiritual body, the black cat, split into twelve phantoms, which landed simultaneously at the key nodes.

The moment Chu Ziyu inserted the metal wire into the ventilation duct circuit board, all the lasers suddenly twisted into irregular garbled codes.

"Let's go!"

Lin Ci'an dragged him into the corridor, and the sound of poison gas spraying came from behind him.

Chu Ziyu suddenly knocked open the distribution box on the right, revealing a corroded metal door behind it - it was a biological lock opened with the guide's blood.

"Cole comes every Wednesday to extract bone marrow from the subjects in Area D."

He cut his palm and pressed it against the identification area. "Guess who was the unlucky guy who had his blood drawn last week?"

The laboratory's main console was protected by a triple encryption system, and the holographic projection displayed the scarlet words [Symbiotic Guide Extraction Progress: 97%].

When Lin Ci'an violently cracked all the firewalls, a shrill alarm suddenly sounded throughout the room.

All the culture chambers were cut off.

Chu Ziyu took out the chip from his neck and inserted it into the interface of the bracelet.

It was thanks to Cole that he was able to obtain this data. As a middleman, Cole had to witness the transaction in person, and his brain-enhanced artificial eye automatically backed up visual data every 72 hours. Chu Ziyu used a slave chip to hijack this signal.

The arena's broadcasting system uses an old-fashioned frequency band, but the prisoners' electronic shackles have built-in micro-displays - that is what the Red Scorpions use to broadcast the "execution countdown."

The signal spread along the lighting control system, and the next second—

All the prisoners' shackle screens and the arena's display screens lit up at the same time.

In the holographic image, Horn's mechanical prosthetic limb tapped the table:

"The Symbiotic Guide must be completed. The Council can no longer wait."

Doctor Cole wiped his glasses:

"But the mortality rate is too high. Those guides can't survive three extractions—"

Horn smiled:

"That's why we need Chu Ziyu... A permanently bonded S-class, his guiding essence is enough to 'feed' the entire council."

"Besides, one hundred low-level sentinels and guides in exchange for one S-level Chu Ziyu—quite a bargain, isn't it?"