The three male guests gathered together.

The red team sized up the unfamiliar faces among them—Luo Shui was sitting on a tree stump with her legs spread apart, rubbing her stomach contentedly.

"Fried rice with egg, fried rice with egg, delicious fried rice with egg, fragrant fried rice with egg..."

He was singing songs that even elementary school students would scoff at.

Noticing the Red Team's gaze, Luo Shui raised her head, her mouth slightly open, as if she wanted to say something.

But all he did was burp.

The red team immediately frowned in disgust and looked away.

At this moment, several ragged people ran out of the base and rushed to the Red Team, looking excited.

A small farce unfolded in front of Ye Nianzhen and others.

Or rather, a tragedy.

These people are all ordinary people without any special abilities, and it's bad enough that they are suppressed in the base.

Their families accompanied the exploration team on field missions, but none of them survived.

He didn't even get to see the body one last time.

Their days seemed to have come to an end, their fear of superhumans had faded, and they angrily denounced them.

They complained that the superhumans didn't treat them like human beings, that ordinary people were treated too poorly in the base, and that no one cared about their lives.

The red team listened absentmindedly, seemingly less concerned with what they were saying than with what they would eat at the base that day.

Some of his men stepped forward, intending to subdue those people, but were stopped by a gesture from the Red Team.

"There's something you might not know..."

The red team's sudden remark silenced everyone instantly.

They looked nervously at the red team, waiting for him to continue.

The red team put their hands on one of the shoulders and said condescendingly, "The power source for the expulsion device is a level three magic crystal."

Ye Nianzhen was taken aback by his words and her expression hardened.

The person being helped by the red team was so frightened that his legs gave way and he fell to the ground.

The red team waved their hands dismissively and looked at Ye Nianzhen: "Strange... you seem to understand what this means?"

Ye Nianzhen understood, of course.

The expulsion device refers to the "foundation," and the fact that the "foundation" requires a level-three magic crystal to operate has always been a secret kept by the management.

The reason is simple: only powerful superhumans can obtain level three magic crystals.

People with superpowers often run rampant and act tyrannically, causing widespread fear among ordinary people.

Then they were told that even the most basic personal safety depended on the whims of those with superpowers, which was detrimental to the stability of the base.

The red team, however, showed no intention of shutting up.

"Without our diligent hunting of level-three monsters, you wouldn't even have the comfortable life you have now."

"Why not quietly accept everything that the superhumans bring you?"

"Is it protection or bullying?"

Those people were so terrified that they trembled all over and even forgot to run away.

*

The red team was in a bad mood, and these guys were just unlucky to run into the line of fire.

Seeing their pathetic performance, he had already lost interest in disciplining them.

Looking up, he saw the female superhuman named Ye Nianzhen looking at him with a gaze he couldn't understand.

The red team frowned almost imperceptibly.

He had seen that look once before.

It left a deep impression on him after just one time.

An inexplicable unease welled up inside me.

So he grabbed a person from the ground and lifted them up.

The man was trembling like a leaf, which greatly disappointed him.

A slender figure, whose wrist remained motionless despite being scorched by the high temperature, inexplicably appeared before his eyes.

He suddenly wanted to give it a try.

If he were to burn this person alive now, how would Ye Nianzhen react?

His body moved faster than his mind. By the time he realized what was happening, a ball of fire had already spread from his palm, setting the clothes of the person in his hand ablaze.

The man immediately let out a shrill scream.

Contrary to the Red Team's expectations, Ye Nianzhen did not move an inch.

Instead, Luo Shui rushed forward and slapped the red team across the face, while icy water poured down from above, drenching them completely.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" Luo Shui hissed at the person on the ground.

The group of people quickly pulled each other away.

Ye Nianzhen looked completely unconcerned, as if she wasn't the one who pushed Luo Shui.

Luo Shui was forced into the situation, but felt she couldn't lose face, so she forced herself to remain calm in the face of the red team's dangerous gaze.

"Hey bro, you don't have to kill someone on the spot just because you disagree, do you?"

"What? Cults burn people all the time!"

The red team member, still bearing a clear handprint on his face, gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who are you?"

Luo Shui scratched her head: "Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm new to Ye Nianzhen's team. Please take care of me in the future."

care?

I'm being lenient by not killing you!

He examined the person in front of him closely. It seemed to be a water-based ability, and at a high level, which was why he was caught off guard and hit.

Tsk. He gritted his teeth in resentment.

Why is there one more?

*

The red team's expressions were unpredictable, and Luo Shui couldn't decipher them.

Seeing that the other party didn't seem to intend to retaliate, he tiptoed back to the group and cast an accusing glance at Ye Nianzhen.

Ye Nianzhen bribed him, saying, "I'll give you an extra bowl of fried rice with eggs."

"Yay!"

Nothing happened in Luoshui, and she happily went off to play.

The red team's gaze lingered on Ye Nianzhen for a moment before shifting to Mingyuan behind them.

Neither of them are easy to deal with.

Last night he ordered his men to find the people who were disrupting the base's defenses.

They found it, but it was on the outskirts of the base, and there were two corpses.

The man with the dreadlocks was an ordinary person. It seems he was attacked from behind but failed, and was stabbed in the heart with a backhand, dying on the spot.

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