Game Invasion: A new term for each level

"Brother Yang, what brings you here this time?"

Yang thought for a moment and said, "To find someone."

Zabu leaned closer and whispered, "For whom?"

Yang Hui turned his head and looked over. The lizardman was startled and quickly covered his ears with his claws.

"I won't ask anymore, I won't ask anymore."

Yang Hui, unsure how to respond, and having nothing better to do, picked up a disposable water cup and asked, "Why is your name Zhabu? Is your surname Zha?"

The lizardman's face displayed a human expression, a conflicted and somewhat pained look.

"After unlocking my initial stats, I became like this. My family abandoned me, so I dropped out of school and became a homeless person. I gave myself a new name, Zabu. I joined the Management Bureau and worked hard to level up, all so I could stand at the top and make those who looked down on me regret it!"

Prejudice through colored glasses can destroy a person invisibly. The initial entry made Zab this way, but the pressure did not crush him. Instead, it made him work even harder.

Yang Hui felt this deeply.

The door opened.

It's Pei Feng.

Yang replied: "Any results?"

Pei Feng nodded.

Yang Hui nodded to Zhabu, stood up and patted him on the shoulder. Pei Feng pushed the door open with one hand, turned to the side, and Yang Hui walked out first.

The two walked further and further apart, leaving only Zabu in the rest room. He gripped his claws tightly and pressed down hard. Although he didn't know Yang Hui, he did know Pei Feng, who was a full-fledged employee!

Zhabu waited a while before opening the door, afraid of running into Yang Hui.

Just as a trainee entered, they bumped into each other. The trainee was about to greet him, but when he saw that it was Zabu, with his cold, vertical pupils and huge body, a sense of pressure swept over him.

Zabu said in a gruff voice, "Don't block the way."

The person was so frightened that they immediately moved aside and moved against the wall to make way.

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Pei Feng asked curiously, "How did you manage to strike up a conversation with him? He's known among the reserve personnel for his bad temper."

"Oh? He seems quite polite to me."

"Last time, he almost bit off the head of his teammate on a mission. After that, no one went on missions with him anymore. He's quite a tough guy. Only one person can still rank among the top. However, to become a full-fledged member, strength alone is not enough."

"..."

Pei Feng led Yang Hui through a maze of turns until they arrived at an inconspicuous door. Without knocking, they turned the handle and went straight in.

Inside was a dimly lit room. Separated by a huge one-way mirror, Mao Juan sat inside the mirror, inside an iron device, his whole body huddled up, head down, limp and silent.

Ji Wei lay on the sofa, wearing a denim jacket, tight shorts that hugged her thighs, and yellow Martin boots. Her long legs were stretched out and rested on the back of the sofa. She held a fashion magazine in her hand, covering her face.

There was also a man in a suit inside, staring at the instrument in front of him.

Hearing the noise, Ji Wei moved the magazine aside and saw Pei Feng come in. She made a "tsk" sound at the corner of her mouth.

She asked, "Is he still alive?"

The logistics staff member watching the equipment said, "He's dead."

Pei Feng was shocked and raised his voice: "What! Dead!"

Upon hearing this, Ji Wei stood up, still wearing her sunglasses, and walked past the two people to leave.

"Wait! What did he say?" Pei Feng called out to her.

Her voice remained clear and bright: "Go and read the report yourself. I've been reviewing it for so long, I need to go and rest."

Ji Wei clasped her hands together and stretched, revealing her stunning curves.

Even a blind man would take a second look at such a beautiful woman.

But Pei Feng persisted: "I know the process. Is he involved in the stadium incident?"

To see the interrogation report, she had to go through various procedures, with approvals from this person and that person, and in the end, she even had to go through all the procedures and have the interrogator accompany her to watch it. She just wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Ji Wei made another "tsk" sound, and Pei Feng, as if facing a formidable enemy, drew the horizontal sword from the Library of Heaven and held it in front of his chest.

Yang Hui guessed that this was probably a prop, his weapon.

Feeling bored, she turned to leave again, but Yang Hui said, "This is very important to us."

Although speaking out to stop him is not the best course of action under the current circumstances, Pei Feng is his brother, and he cannot stand idly by.

Ji Wei tilted her head, looked directly at him, and smiled as if she had seen something interesting.

Her delicate white fingers touched Yang Hui's face.

Pei Feng panicked: "Don't touch him!"

He gripped the sword tightly in his hand, as if he were about to draw it at any moment.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Even the logistics staff watching the equipment dared not breathe too loudly.

"Haha~" Ji Wei seemed to have seen something amusing: "Haven't seen you for two days, and you've got guts already?"

She patted him twice with her bare hand, very lightly, like a playful exchange between lovers.

Yang Hui stared straight at her, his eyes showing no fear, nor any flirtatious expression.

This made Ji Wei look at him with newfound respect.

"Boring, that recorder! Show him the interrogation report."

After Ji Wei finished speaking, she walked out with her long, white legs.

The atmosphere in the interrogation room immediately relaxed.

With Ji Wei's explicit instruction, the logistics staff member who was sitting in the chair taking notes was already sweating profusely. He pushed the notes to Pei Feng and pointed to the signature section below.

He left the document inside after signing it.

If he had only used ambiguous language, he wouldn't have been able to let Pei Feng see the report so easily.

It will take at least a few days for approval.

Pei Feng punched Yang Hui and said, "You're a real bro! You scared me to death!"

"What? Do you have a grudge against her? Or is she my sister-in-law? Did you have a fight?"

"No, no, no!"

Pei Feng was so frightened that she covered his mouth and said anxiously, "Don't talk nonsense! People will die!"

Pushing Pei Feng's hand away, Yang Hui said, "There's definitely something going on between you two!"

When they were at the suburban cemetery, Pei Feng's name was mentioned, which was even more effective than Xu Qinglan's title as the head of the third team.

Now Pei Feng actually has such a strong reaction to Ji Wei.

"Damn it! Can we please stop mentioning her?!"

Yang Hui raised his hands in surrender, while Pei Feng looked on with a frustrated expression as he checked the interrogation report.

In the room across the street, several burly men in suits went in and began to untie their restraints.

He watched calmly, his face reflected in the glass. Throughout the ordeal, the curly hair was handled carelessly, and finally placed in a black body bag, which was then zipped up. Human life is so fragile.

My level of vigilance towards the "Abnormal Phenomena Management and Investigation Bureau" has increased to a new level.

Serving a ruler is like serving a tiger; one must be constantly on guard.

"So this guy is a scavenger from outside the city who stole from the Huang family," Pei Feng said, then handed him a photo of Mao Juan's wrist.

That was Mao Juan's tattoo; it looked like a torch, starting at the wrist and burning towards the shoulder.

This tattoo looks a lot like the one captured on the stadium's security camera.

"What did you steal?"

"It was just a few pieces of gold jewelry, and I even ate a dinner that someone had prepared for me."

"How could he have died?"

"Who knows? Maybe the Huang family is very angry."

Yang Hui had a vague impression of the Huang family, which was associated with Huang Linfu.

Pei Feng was furious and finally threw the report on the table: "The person is dead, and we don't even know where the tattoo came from."

"Isn't he a scavenger? Surely someone knows him?"

"He never revealed his origins, not even in death. The area outside the city is so vast, where are we supposed to find him?"

Yang recalled the brass ring on Mao Juan's body and took it out to show Pei Feng.

"These were his belongings before."

Pei Feng looked at the pattern on the ring and said, "I've got an idea! With this, we have a solution!"