Jinchen returned to his residence with a brand new ID card.It was made of ordinary material, with smooth edges and a simple message engraved on it:Name: YouzanPosition: Low-level housekeeping assistantAuthority: Residential Area - A7 (Quiet Room attached to Councillor Jinchen's Residence) / Medical Department - Basic Diagnosis and TreatmentNot the Senior Sentinel of yore.This was what Jinchen requested, the lowest-level assistant who depended on him.A tall tree attracts the wind. What You Zan needs now is to lie dormant and recover, rather than becoming the target of public criticism with a title close to S-level.This identity is the best protective shell at this moment.As for the future...Jinchen stroked the cold cards with his fingertips, and Youzan would always reach the highest position.The door lock is recognized and the room door slides open.The indoor light is dim.The figure curled up in the corner as expected was not there.Jinchen paused, his keen senses instantly capturing something unusual.Just as he stepped into the room, a heavy black shadow accompanied by the sound of wind suddenly fell on his head from the side.You Zan forcibly removed the supporting legs of the simple metal bed. His face turned pale from the effort, and his red eyes were filled with a desperate murderous intent.He didn't expect Jinchen to come back with good news. He only believed in his own judgment. Instead of waiting to die, he might as well fight to the death.Jinchen took half a step back, and the heavy iron rod brushed past his hair and smashed down, making a dent in the ground.The iron rod slipped out of his hand and hit the ground with a clang. You Zan stumbled back due to exhaustion, and his back hit the cold wall heavily.The wound was so painful that it felt like it was being torn apart. Blood from the broken knuckles dripped down the fingertips, forming glaring red spots on the gray floor.You Zan growled, ignoring the pain and exhaustion in his body, and rushed forward again.Without weapons, they just used their fists, nails, and teeth. It was a completely desperate street fight with no rules at all.Jinchen's eyes were slightly cold as he blocked Youzan's non-threatening fist, grabbed his scratching wrist with his backhand, strangled Youzan's jaw as he tried to bite his arm, and pressed his knee near the wound on Youzan's lower back, cleverly avoiding the serious injury but enough to make him lose balance in an instant."Well!"Youzan was pressed to the cold ground, his cheek against the cold wall, and the chains rattled as he twisted.Taking advantage of the extremely close distance and complete suppression, Jinchen swept his mental power over You Zan's body.The recovery is faster than expected.Despite its weak appearance, this body possesses amazing explosive power and resilience.After confirming, Jinchen dragged the struggling You Zan up from the ground with one hand, untied the chains, half-supported and half-carried him, ignoring his growls and kicks, and walked straight to the next door to the quiet room.Specially prepared treatment rooms."Let go! Asshole! What do you want to do!?" You Zan cursed hoarsely, sensing a bad premonition.Jinchen turned a deaf ear to him and pressed him to sit on a metal chair fixed to the ground in the middle of the room.The cold touch of metal made You Zan shiver. Then, Jinchen picked up the silver-gray helmet with a peculiar shape and complex circuit interface and put it on his head."What the hell is this! Take it away! Get out! Bastard!"The helmet blocked part of his vision and brought a strong sense of restraint. You Zan became even more irritable and struggled violently.Jinchen stood in front of him, looking down at Youzan who was imprisoned by the helmet, his voice calm."You keep scolding me.""You're a fucking control freak! A pervert! A self-righteous bastard! A lackey of the Tower!"All of You Zan’s pent-up anger exploded, his hair fell apart, and his cold eyes revealed a sinister sharpness.Jinchen took off the black glove on his left hand, revealing his bony fingers, and at the moment when You Zan was cursing the most fiercely, he stuffed the glove into his mouth."Ugh?!"Youzan's voice came to an abrupt halt, his mouth filled with the warm gloves, blocking all his curses, leaving only indistinct whimpers.The feeling was more shocking than being punched. He tried to push it out with his tongue, but the glove was stuffed deep and stuck firmly.Just when he was stunned, Jinchen activated the helmet.A mental force far more powerful than any previous one instantly pierced through the chaotic mental picture that had invaded You Zan.The quiet room was no longer in front of You Zan's eyes, and fragments of memory came flooding in.It was that gloomy ruin.The suffocating feeling of the sticky attack of the aberration, the excruciating pain that penetrates deep into the bone marrow, the indifferent face of Lu Wen, the despair of being abandoned, and the soul-scorching fury brought by the infection.All the memories and pains that he had forcefully suppressed and that eventually led to his complete collapse were mobilized by Jinchen's mental power and were playing out wildly in his mental picture."Ah...ah!!!"You Zan's body suddenly tensed up, veins popped out on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked the clean clothes he had just put on.In the mental picture, the dark swamp completely boiled.Poisonous gas filled the air, mud turned into scorching magma, and thorns grew and whipped wildly.The black serval curled up on the floating island that had not yet been swallowed by the magma, uttering an extremely shrill wail, its emerald green pupils filled with extreme fear, almost distracted.The white wolf stepped steadily across the frozen ice and came to the floating island where the black serval was.It lay down, gently picked up the black serval, threw it on its back, and flicked its tail.The black serval's wailing seemed to weaken a little, and its trembling body subconsciously burrowed into the thick and soft wolf fur.Inside the treatment room.Jinchen stretched out his hand and gently placed it a few centimeters above Youzan's violently heaving chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat.