Armor: I'm in Nava, but I'm Oxer?

Zhang Zhao was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Hello, my name is Zhang Zhao. I mean no harm. I just happened to learn about your situation and wanted to see if I could help."

He chose a gentle approach.

Ai Xuan's wariness hadn't completely dissipated. She looked at Zhang Zhao suspiciously and asked, "Why are you helping me? I don't believe anyone would be kind to me for no reason."

In the past, people like this would always be kept as mistresses...

She slapped him back immediately.

This defensive stance is firmly in place.

But Zhang Zhao doesn't seem to be that kind of person.

"I am from the Nambo City Police Department."

Zhang Zhao produced his identification.

However, Ai Xuan remained unconvinced and continued to treat Zhang Zhao with a cautious approach.

"I do not accept charity."

Zhang Zhao glanced at Ai Xuan.

He paused for a moment, then smiled knowingly.

He put away his identification documents.

He thought that by simply flexing his muscles, he could make Ai Xuan grateful.

A girl who has been through so much still lives a strong and righteous life.

Her eyes revealed stubbornness and defiance, as if she were declaring her tenacity to fate.

He saw his former self.

He would rather scavenge for trash than become a beggar on the street.

He just didn't suffer that misfortune; instead, he fought back against fate.

Zhang Zhao felt that his approach was flawed.

Sure enough, nothing could be gleaned from the information.

He got straight to the point.

"I can let you live."

"Live on? What's the point of living like this?"

Ai Xuan pointed to his tattered clothes.

He then pointed to the dilapidated house behind him.

"You definitely don't want to die, right? You have many reasons to leave this world, but you don't."

For vulnerable people, to be toyed with by such a tragic fate, choosing to end it all is indeed the simplest option.

Ai Xuan fell silent, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Zhang Zhao's words truly touched something deep within her. She had struggled countless times in despair, contemplating whether she should give up, but each time she chose to persevere.

"You're right, I don't want to die," Ai Xuan said slowly, his voice trembling slightly.

"So, what's the price?"

She did not suspect Zhang Zhao.

She felt there was something about this man that inspired her trust. She inexplicably felt he was very strong and wanted to rely on him.

What's wrong with you?

Is this what is known as the admiration for the strong?

But it shouldn't be.

She forced herself to remain calm.

There is no free lunch in the world.

This is a principle she understood when she was very young.

"cost?"

Zhang Zhao looked at the ugly street where people passed by from time to time.

"Let's go inside and talk first..."

Zhang Zhao pointed inside the metal shell.

Hearing Zhang Zhao's ambiguous words...

Ai Xuan felt a surge of anger; men were all the same.

But if the price is survival...

"You really are a despicable person, aren't you?"

She still hasn't lowered her standards.

Always.

Zhang Zhao was slightly taken aback, unsure of what this meant.

I saw Ai Xuan with his arms crossed over his chest.

He then realized that Ai Xuan had misunderstood him.

Why do you think about things like this all the time? You're too confident. Pu Xin, down... But then Zhang Zhao thought, maybe it's because of her upbringing...

I've seen too many despicable things.

Protecting oneself seems to have become a conditioned reflex.

but.

He didn't bother to explain.

He grabbed her hand.

It's a bit rough, not soft at all.

He dragged her straight into the house and then closed the door.

"what……"

Ai Xuan screamed.

Struggling...

But to no avail.

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

"Glowing!"

Zhang Zhao immediately took out the jade pendant.

Fu Ai dared not disobey Zhang Zhao's orders, and the emerald light illuminated the entire small house.

Although it was dilapidated, the items inside the small house were arranged neatly.

Not a single thing is messy.

It's clear that the owner is very clean.

A table was placed in the middle of the house, and black and white photos were placed on the table.

Ai Xuan tried to break free from Zhang Zhao's grasp.

But unfortunately, her strength was too weak.

"You're such a scoundrel!"

Ai Xuan realized she had misjudged him, but she didn't resist much. She understood that her strength was no match for Zhang Zhao's.

You could tell from the pulling and tugging just now.

Unable to resist!

Just like her own fate, although she was always resisting, there were still no major upheavals.

It's better to just obey; that way, you might suffer less harm.

Even though this was the most precious thing she had left.

"Didn't you ask what the price would be?"

Zhang Zhao did not answer the question of whether he was a hooligan or not.

He quietly changed his appearance.

He was answering the previous question.

This is the third time he has chosen to reveal his Oxser identity.

Black mist filled the air.

The temperature inside the iron casing dropped a few degrees.

The white tiger Oxser appeared here.

Seeing a ferocious Oxser appear in his little hut, coupled with the eerie green light emanating from the jade pendant, created a truly terrifying scene.

"This is the price."

The monster's appearance did not seem to frighten her.

"This... there's reproductive isolation, right..."

Ai Xuan's voice came weakly.

what?

Zhang Zhao was taken aback; the two seemed to be on completely different wavelengths.

You didn't judge people by their appearance.

"I mean, if you become like this, you will be able to get rid of the disease that's bothering you."

Zhang Zhao explained.

"Okay, I'm willing."

It seems that it was done without much thought.

Ai Xuan agreed to this.

So decisive?