It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

Supernatural strength? Skill? Simple words are completely inadequate to describe her actions in battle. Only the word "extreme" can praise the level she has reached.

And in this battle, she only had one action that can be simply described,

"There's an unbridgeable gap between bare hands and armed. If the armed can't beat the bare hands, then either the bare hands are awesome, or the armed are a complete loser. What do you think, am I awesome... or...?"

Before throwing him out, Bai Lin asked with a hint of sarcasm. After all, she was here to stir things up, so naturally she'd resort to tactics like drawing hatred. Even though she'd thrown him out because she didn't have enough time to kill the Grim Reaper, from his perspective, Bai Lin wasn't at a disadvantage at all.

When Death returned to the scene, not even a trace of Bai Lin remained. The battlefield had been completely reduced to ruins, and not even a complete corpse seemed to be found.

Perhaps because she hadn't tasted failure in so long, Death stood still on the ground, silent for a long time. She didn't say a word except to respond to the company's message. She paced the ground and suddenly saw something that made her concerned.

"……sunglasses?"

-

"Wu, I'm back. Is everyone okay?"

Bai Lin, who had returned, naturally leaned back on the sofa in the lounge and asked loudly in a very relaxed manner. Our black-haired saxophonist also responded enthusiastically,

"Haha, we've reaped quite a lot of rewards, Holy Son. Since the main force has been dispatched, our plan has not only gone smoothly, but we've even gotten some extra stuff."

"Yeah, look at this. It's supposedly... some liquefied core. It's packed full! Your body can't use it, but it's a high-energy carrier. It could be used directly as explosives."

Xiao Nuo leaned casually against two iron pipes, looking quite happy, with sparkling eyes and quite proud. Bai Lin stood up, ruffled his hair, and said,

"That's amazing! You've only been with me for a few days, and you're already so capable?"

"Why are you messing with my hair? If you want to praise me, then praise me. But you're also trying to flatter yourself. You have no shame!"

Xiao Nuo complained and pushed Bai Lin's hand away, replying, but the atmosphere was very happy, and she didn't look unhappy at all. And our black-haired saxophone player seemed to remember something and said,

"To be honest, this time it was all thanks to Alvin. He overheard the message and was able to find out the specific storage locations of these cores."

Of course, there are always people who will put on a Sima face when the team is happy, and our Aiwen is one of them. Hearing the praise, he also waved his hand and replied,

"This is all thanks to the poet. She asked me to pick up the communicator. I was just following her orders. It's nothing to brag about."

Polite and courteous, with a sense of alienation that kept others away, although it was not quite consistent with the overall sentiment, Bai Lin did not express much, she just replied calmly,

"Anyway, thank you for your hard work."

"You've worked hard, Holy Son. Do you understand how time-consuming and expensive machine maintenance is?"

As she spoke, the poet walked out from behind a door. She seemed to have just finished something. She was also wearing work clothes, and it seemed that she had gone to do hard labor. Hearing her say this, Bai Lin could only smile awkwardly. She wanted to make some excuses, but in front of the poet, she knew that it was useless to say something she didn't believe in herself. In the end, she simply scratched her head and said,

"I'm sorry."

It would be hard for anyone to be hardened by someone like Bai Lin saying such things, let alone the poet who has always trusted her. The poet sighed and replied,

"It's alright. You're responsible for maintaining your mecha anyway. I understand this is your own fighting style, but remember my words and avoid fighting when necessary."

"Even I can't smile when I see you hurt."

To avoid any delays, Bai Lin, upon returning from her injury, immediately went to Zisha to reopen the garden. In fact, within the city itself, there were many "flowers" she could use. Those tiny white blossoms were scattered throughout the city. These white wildflowers exuded a tenacious vitality. While not pure white, they possessed tiny yellow cores, imbued with a wild beauty.

Bai Lin could feel a sense of not existing in this world from above. He considered himself to be the trace left by all the "Donut Warriors" here.

Of course, the poet couldn't hide all of this. So, it was inevitable that she would say such words. Bai Lin knew this, and she knew even more clearly that the poet wouldn't trip her up in this regard; he was just trying to warn her. So, she agreed.

Watching this scene, Tang Qianhua, who was sitting in the corner, felt a dreamy and confused feeling.

Are these people really the kind to do something "big"? They're a bit too human, completely different from the people I've come into contact with before.

She could clearly see Bai Lin's shadow as a great figure from her back, but she couldn't see it clearly when she was playing with her friends, being scolded by the poet, or when she was gentle in front of herself.

Putting that aside, it was more problematic that someone like her was allowed to move freely here. Were they overconfident? Or did they simply not consider leaving alive? She had a vague feeling that it might not be either of those.

Also, they're actually going to use something like that... as explosives? It's a bit of a waste, but it's certainly a pragmatic approach. After all, it doesn't seem like they need those cores for anything else.

I can't understand it, I really can't understand it. It's like they really come from another world.

Qianhua leaned back on the sofa, lost in thought. Meanwhile, Bai Lin and the poet continued their conversation. The poet put his hands on his hips and put on his usual clothes.

"Time is short. Please follow my instructions and do something else first. The Dark Knights are about to take their shift, and I need to escort them. The maintenance of the machine..."

The poet glanced at Qianhua who was sitting in the corner, then pointed at him and said,

"The boss is inside. Just tell him and he'll tell you what you need to do. You should know the basics, right?"

"Hmm? What, me?"

Chapter 899 We Hate the Most

Qianhua pointed at herself, her harmless face now showing a hint of surprise. The poet nodded, confirming once more.

...Is that boss a very powerful figure? He thinks he can keep me under control and prevent me from doing anything?

While thinking this, Qianhua saw the donkey-faced boss, dressed like a worker and peasant, covered in oil and wrenches, and his head popped out from the inner room and said to the poet,

"Poet, I need to lift something, can someone lend a hand?"

It was a line so ordinary that it seemed out of place in this kind of setting. The boss's appearance didn't seem particularly unusual, but it only caused more confusion and turmoil for Qianhua. She didn't know what to do for a moment, but the poet pointed at her and said,

"Don't worry, she will come to help you. She's very smart, but you'll have to teach her the details a little bit."

The boss looked over here instantly, waved the wrench in his hand, and said,

"Oh?! Little girl, I'm going to have to work hard for you from now on. Come in quickly, and ask if you don't understand, okay?"

The enthusiastic attitude and everything else made Qianhua feel unreal. She walked into the cabin in confusion. The poet said,

"Xiao Nuo, Changmao, Sfia, come with me. The route we've opened up needs a little scouting. Ivan, you and the Holy Son stay here to guard the headquarters. I'll notify you to come up when things are settled."

Just like that, the four of them left, leaving only Bai Lin and a man who was as cold as ice in the room. Bai Lin glanced at the man, and it seemed that she immediately understood and had a plan. She took a cup of tea and looked at the man and asked,

"Want to drink?"

"No, thank you."

The polite yet blunt refusal did not surprise Bai Lin. She took her own cup, sat down opposite the other person, and spoke directly,

"Tell me, why are you hostile to me?"

"What……?"

Aiwen responded to Bai Lin's question as if he knew nothing. But his eyes clearly showed no sign of confusion. Bai Lin took a sip of tea, sighed, and put on a slightly serious attitude, saying solemnly,

"The Dark Knights and I, meaning you all, are now a team. Whether you're willing to admit it or not, this is an established fact. You're a smart person, so I won't beat around the bush. This is simply a preemptive declaration to prevent any misunderstandings or misunderstandings in our coordination during subsequent missions."

"I'm not a big shot, but I'm always willing to help clear up misunderstandings with my colleagues. If you have any complaints, you can raise them directly."

Having said this, Alvin sneered and replied,

"Could it be that I just played the role of throwing cold water on you and caused some misunderstanding, Lord Saint?"

"You really think you're nothing, don't you? I can sense someone attacking me from thousands of kilometers below, so how can I not sense your hostility towards me? Also, the poet left you here alone, obviously because she saw this conversation and wants us to talk it out. You seem to trust her. If you have any grievances, just express them according to her wishes."

Bai Lin was known for her unwavering demeanor when it came to exerting pressure, naturally adopting different conversational styles for different people. She seized the initiative, gradually chipping away at the opponent's mental defenses. Meanwhile, Ivan's expression shifted noticeably. He stared at Bai Lin, his gaze piercing, his intention unclear. Bai Lin, unfazed, stared back. The tense atmosphere gradually subsided, but this tension also signaled a collision, a collision that would yield results.

"Hey, Alvin, you can come up. Xiao Nuo will be back soon. I can lead the team back within two hours. Shengzi, you and her should pay more attention and stop focusing on training."

At this moment, the poet's voice came out, interrupting the conversation between the two. Aiwen withdrew his gaze, and while sorting his weapons, he replied to Bai Lin,

"I still don't understand what you're talking about, Holy Son. I can't completely trust someone I've only just met, so please forgive me for that. If there's any misunderstanding, that's all I have to say."

As he said this, he started walking away. After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something, turned around, and said to Bai Lin,

"Oh, there's something I forgot to tell you..."

"What we Dark Knights hate most are people like you, the so-called chosen ones of God."

-

Dragging her heavy and exhausted body, the girl plunged headfirst into a green vessel soaked in what looked like culture fluid. Her eyes were tightly closed, and her body was covered in varying degrees of injuries. Like her bones, those wounds made unpleasant, strange noises.

Seeing her frown, it was clear that this was not a comfortable behavior. Fortunately, she seemed to be used to it.

"Did you lose the fight today? I've never seen you so tired since I came here, apprentice."

Inside the room, an elderly man, cloaked in shadows, spoke slowly. He wore a shabby-looking cloak, his eyes gleaming with a sharp edge. His figure was slightly hunched, yet he remained incredibly strong, like a crouching tiger, possessing a calm yet fierce demeanor. Yet, his solemn words were also filled with a caring attitude.

"Well, the opponent was quite formidable. Her armor wasn't particularly impressive, but her performance certainly exceeded my expectations."

The girl opened her eyes and replied in a rather mechanical tone.

"Is it carelessness?"

"I wasn't careless. She relied on her skills. Although her actions were mostly unpretentious, they vaguely gave me the same feeling as when I fought you, Master."

"In fact, she may even surpass you in skills."

As she spoke, the girl looked towards the old man in the depths. The old man was not surprised by this comment, but instead replied with a smile,

"Really? They are indeed a powerful enemy. When I came to your place a few months ago, I already told you that such an enemy would invade."

"You clearly have a vast array of martial arts modules here, capable of easily performing numerous moves and replicating a wide variety of martial arts. Yet, you are still inferior in technique. Do you know why, Disciple?"

The old man changed the subject and asked the girl this. The girl looked puzzled and thought for a while before replying,

Chapter 900: Mentor, right?

"You've spoken of something similar before. At the time, your answer was the heart. This is somewhat similar to the core of Eastern metaphysical martial arts, but I can somewhat understand it."

"The so-called heart is something like will. For example, when I see my target, I will kill them without hesitation to complete the action. Therefore, my will is stronger than that of other employees in the company. And because of this, I am the stronger one."

"But why? My will is so strong, yet I still lose."

The girl used her own theory to explain and reply, and the old man nodded, but then, without answering the other party's question, he raised his hand and asked,

"So, why did you destroy your target?"

"For the company, I was born with this mission."

The girl answered without hesitation. The old man smiled and replied,

"Accepting favors from others and acting for them is the right thing to do. Born into a company, it's inevitable that you have a pure will towards this. The only problem is..."

"Your vision is too narrow."

As he spoke, the old man raised his hand slightly and pointed out the window.

"The so-called firmness of will is not measured by your heart, but by the world itself. When you have weathered countless hardships, endured wind, frost, snow and rain, and still maintain your original aspiration, that is true firmness of will."

"If we're just in the city, your level is naturally sufficient. But what if I tell you that this world is just a game?"

"You are talking about the movie we watched a few days ago, teacher."

"Yes, when you see the outside world, see the puppet strings they've tied to you, and realize that everything you've done so far is meaningless, can you still fight for the company and attack them?"

"I can."

The girl answered again, and the old man smiled, lit a cigarette for himself, sighed, and replied,

"Don't be so anxious to answer me. I'm not the one who needs to know the answer. Disciple, you are very pure. Although I can't say I admire people like you, I respect them very much. It's a pity..."

"This city, which looks prosperous, is still too small."

Death, we've located a possible target outside and are currently tracking them. We'll notify you as soon as we confirm the information, so please be prepared!

A video message was dropped from the air, interrupting the conversation between the two. The old man whispered,

"It looks like the wind is going to pick up."

As he spoke, he straightened up and stood up. His hands supported the pitch-black sword in front of him, and the seemingly extremely heavy edgeless blade was carried on his shoulders. And he also walked out on his own.

"Don't go on any missions today. Get some rest. Young man, it's hard to recover from a hidden injury. If there's anything going on, I, an old man, will go and investigate. If it's truly urgent, I, an old man, won't be embarrassed. I'll call you back then."

-

"It's great that we're acting together today."

Bai Lin was walking down the street, looking at Xiao Nuo, who looked a bit bruised and swollen, dressed in a rather ordinary Hong Kong style, and said this. Xiao Nuo turned around and glanced at Bai Lin, or rather glared at him, and then continued walking forward without saying a word, as if in a huff.

Because Bai Lin had caused such a commotion last time, they had changed their strategy today. They'd send out some dummies dressed similarly to Bai Lin's from the previous incident, which would be enough to draw fire. However, since the time they could buy was relatively limited, the operation here would be more intense.

Of course, with Bai Lin here to add manpower, there will be two people on each side, and there will be one person in the base to be in charge of command. It will naturally be much more convenient to operate on two fronts.

Today, Bai Lin, of course, was not wearing the same outfit as before. Instead, she was dressed more neatly, just like when she first met Qian Hua. In order to not attract too much attention, she still wore sunglasses, and Xiao Nuo did the same.

It wasn't that they were too good-looking, but rather that most of the "people" in this city, or rather, the subhumans, were faceless. The more human-like their appearance, the more respected they were. Especially for those with white fur like Bai Lin, it was best not to show their faces completely. Without sunglasses, they might seem a bit too conspicuous.

After all, this city is also an accessory of those perfect people...so it is inevitable that there will be this kind of unexpected worship.

Compared to Qianhua, Bai Lin rolled up his windbreaker sleeves, looking even more dashing and handsome. Meanwhile, Xiao Nuo, with his cute eyes hidden by sunglasses, looked like a somewhat immature delinquent. After all, his face was a little swollen, and there was a Band-Aid on his nose.

This is also the reason why Xiao Nuo is not so willing to pay attention to Bai Lin. Because she promised to teach Xiao Nuo, Bai Lin dragged Xiao Nuo to train all day long. It was just that she was gentle before the performance, but after the performance, she let go completely.

Bai Lin couldn't be said to have been too harsh on his "beloved disciple," at least she herself didn't think so. They trained right up until the moment before their mission, leaving no time for rest. Besides that, Bai Lin kept pulling them along, like he was exploiting a slave.