After making this request, Britta was particularly uneasy, and she glanced at the man in front of her several times, who exuded a dangerous aura.

Lin Dao, whose entire face was shrouded in a black hood, lowered his eyes and thought for a moment before suddenly speaking: "I'll take it."

Bletta was prepared to be rejected, but upon hearing this, her eyes widened. Just as she was about to be happy, she remembered something and hurriedly bit her lip, asking cautiously, "How much is the commission?"

Lin Dao had already straightened up, standing upright, and suddenly became much taller than him. He glanced at Blaita indifferently: "How much can you give?"

Bretta had only been working for a few days, and after replenishing his two drink bottles, he only had 56 offering points left. He carefully considered his options, gritted his teeth, and quietly bargained, "How about fifty or fifty offering points?"

Lin Dao scoffed upon hearing this: "You little penniless wretch."

After saying that, she coldly raised her chin slightly and asked, "When?"

Bretta was taken aback. He agreed?

He suddenly felt a pang of regret, wishing he had said less.

He dared not go to the cemetery in the afternoon, fearing it would be more dangerous after dark. After thinking for a moment, he hurriedly said, "Can we wait a while? There aren't many people at the boxing ring in the morning. I can ask for leave and come back before the afternoon boxing match starts." Most people are at work during the day, and the underground city only becomes truly lively at night.

"Okay." Lin Dao replied expressionlessly, then walked away.

He walked to another mercenary guard post on the second floor and whispered to Cheng Cheng, who was actually yawning despite appearing to be armed, "Did you find any clues at the Mix Cemetery that I asked you to go to?"

Cheng Cheng was taken aback, then immediately perked up, stood at attention, and shook his head blankly: "No, there was a heavy snowfall these past two days, and the wild grass there was all buried under the snow. Ever since the incident with the alien spider, the people who were guarding and cleaning the cemetery have been too scared to continue. I went to check on it the day after the incident, but the roads were slippery with snow, so I haven't had a chance to go back."

"Besides, these past few days, I've been dealing with that unlucky guy Zhang Ge's network of connections and that beverage processing plant. Before, I could only go there under the pretense of being a consumer to make a fuss and take a look. It's an industry under the jurisdiction of the Empire. They smile when they meet, but hide their true intentions very well. They seem open and aboveboard, but they're actually very secretive."

Lin Dao pondered for a moment, then said, "Keep an eye on it and try to find a loophole in the defense. Then buy a few drinks and send them to Xiang You so he can have them tested carefully."

Cheng Cheng was taken aback and hurriedly asked, "You think there's something wrong with this drink? Don't scare me, this stuff has been all the rage at the base for a while now. I can guarantee that no one in the entire base hasn't tried it... Wait a minute, I've had it several times myself, and there haven't been any problems. The new flavors that have come out recently are pretty good too."

Lin Dao remained calm: "My intuition tells me to go, so I will."

"Okay, okay! I'll go right away. I'll go buy a few bottles from Tata first, to support his business..." Cheng Cheng said, hurriedly putting on his coat and heading out.

"Tata?" Lin Dao asked, lifting his eyelids slightly.

“It’s Bretta. We’re just following Qiao Song’s lead. Besides,” Cheng Cheng said, winking at him playfully, “his name is quite sensitive, so we’re using a different name to reduce the risk.”

“Hmm,” Lin Dao said calmly, “I’ll take on a side job later to accompany him to the cemetery and check things out on site.”

Cheng Cheng had just reached the door when he slammed on the brakes, incredulous: "You and him? Side jobs? What do you mean?"

"Stop talking nonsense and go now."

Knowing he couldn't get anything out of him, Cheng Cheng strode out to find Blaita to purchase research supplies.

"Here you go, the five drinks you wanted. That'll cost five contribution points." Bretta handed the drinks to Cheng Cheng.

Cheng Cheng bent down slightly, wrapped his arms around her, and asked with a simple smile, "Are you going to the cemetery with our captain?"

The tone and manner of speaking were as if they were gossiping about going on a date.

Bryta paused, then nodded, blinking her beautiful eyes, which made the big guy Cheng Cheng very fond of her.

Bretta explained, “The offerings I sent to Mr. Klindall before… well, they’re gone.” Speaking of his embezzlement, the six months he had spent learning about the basics and regulations of base life had made this guinea pig quite moral, and he blushed slightly with embarrassment. “So, I would like to ask Mr. Lin Dao to escort me to the cemetery on the outskirts of the base to replenish the offerings.”

That's true, but Cheng Cheng saw his blushing face differently.

Cheng Cheng asked curiously, "How much commission? Actually, I'm cheaper. I'll give you a discount next time?"

"five……"

Five hundred? That's so cheap!

Judging from the equivalent value of the virtual currency circulating in the Mixi base, mercenaries, bounty hunters, and scavengers—professions that live on the edge—can typically earn 1,000 contribution points from the official organization as a reward for maintaining base security by killing a low-risk mutant that is one to two meters tall within the base. Outside the base, they can also prove their strength by killing mutant corpses, thus exempting themselves from base entrance fees and being directly assigned to a residence.

After all, Mix Base is a hybrid hub-like facility, constantly bustling with people. There's no single, officially dominant authority; it's merely a base for three official alliances locked in a three-way power struggle. No one knows which faction will ultimately gain control of the base.

Bryta said sheepishly, "Only fifty." Then, to Cheng Cheng's incredulous gaze, he immediately ran away.

Cheng Cheng never expected his captain to be so unprincipled, selling him out for fifty coins. No way, he had to go find Xiang You and the others to gossip right away. Clutching his drink, Cheng Cheng rushed out of the underground city.

It would take Blaita, who walked faster than most people, about two hours to get from the underground city to the Mix Cemetery. He carried a small cloth bag across his body, which was bulging with two bottles of different flavored cola and two freshly baked potatoes that he had specially bought to make up for the lost white rose.

At this moment, he was standing obediently at the entrance of the underground city, waiting for Mr. Lin Dao.

The roar of a motorcycle suddenly approached, and a motorcycle stopped in front of him.

Bryta looked up and saw the motorcyclist dressed all in black, wearing a helmet, with one hand gripping the handlebars under a fingerless glove, and a strong, long leg braced on the ground.

He could only see the man's eyes through the helmet, and just felt that he was familiar with him, when the other party suddenly threw him a helmet.

"Get in the car."

Only then did Blaita realize it was Lin Dao, and hurriedly took it, awkwardly putting on the slightly oversized helmet.

Lin Dao noticed the small bag slung across his body and subtly raised an eyebrow. Bretta quickly explained, "There are roasted potatoes and cola in there..."

Lin Dao scoffed: "Are you going on a picnic?"

"Huh?" Bleta didn't understand what "picnic" meant.

"Hurry up."

Bryta hurried forward and awkwardly straddled the motorcycle seat behind him, unsure of what to do with his hands. Little White, hidden in his arms, peeked out when Bryta couldn't see, excitedly clinging to him and then darting around to the back of the motorcycle to look around.

"Hold on tight," Lin Dao instructed in a deep voice.

"Help, help me..." Before Bletta could finish his question, the motorcycle shot off like lightning. He was so frightened that he immediately clung to the narrow waist of the man in front of him. Meanwhile, Xiaobai, who had curiously stuck his head out to the back of the motorcycle, was sprayed with a cloud of black smoke and was so frightened that he scurried back into Bletta's arms, shaking his head uncomfortably as if he were sneezing.

Lin Dao felt the boy behind him wrap his arm around his waist. He didn't say anything, but calmly quickened his pace and sped out of the base center, heading towards the Mix Cemetery.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other man couldn't see her, Xiaobai stretched out several thorny rose branches, baring her teeth and claws as if to attack him from behind, venting her anger.

Fearing that he might really deal with Lin Dao, Blaita quickly called out to it in his mind to calm it down. Only then did it obediently go back and lazily lean against Blaita's chest to sleep.

Along the way, after leaving the center of the base, we drove along the road to the edge of the area, gradually moving away from the city buildings. The further we went, the more we saw that after a heavy snowfall, all the wild plants were covered in snow, a vast expanse of white.

Bretta last visited just a few days ago. Now, standing on the outskirts of the cemetery again, she feels as if she's in another world.

Lin Dao stopped his motorcycle, took off his helmet, and looked at the solemn, white cemetery after the snow.

After removing his helmet, Bretta looked at the scene before him, gripping the straps of his bag tightly with both hands. He didn't know if he could still find Mr. Klindall's tombstone.

"Let's go. Lead the way," Lin Dao said.

"Huh?" Bryta was dumbfounded. He thought that Lin Daolai could guide him and help him recognize the words on the stone tablet.

Perhaps sensing his predicament, Lin Dao said, "Think back, how did you get there that day?"

Bryta has a good memory; even with grass growing almost up to his chest, he can roughly find his way.

“Here,” he pointed, “I entered from here at first.”

They trudged through the snow and went in. As they went deeper into the cemetery, Little White suddenly became restless in Bryta's arms. It desperately tried to connect with him and tell him where to go.

Bryta knew that it wanted to find its remaining three white roses that grew from the same root.

He carefully reassured him in his heart, while secretly glancing warily at the man walking in front of him, hoping that he could unknowingly retrieve the three roses that might have already wilted.

Soon, they arrived at Klindall's tombstone. Britta opened her eyes slightly and recognized the rose stems peeking out from under the snow that still covered the tombstone.

Xiao Bai was very agitated and kept squirming around in his arms, but he held her down tightly.

He glanced up at the man who had been standing before him ever since he saw the tombstone, and whispered:

"We've arrived at Mr. Clingdale's grave."

Lin Dao stood quietly in front of the tombstone, looking at his English name and an epitaph, seemingly lost in thought.

Bretta rubbed her hands together, breathing out warm air as she gently stepped forward. She bent down, pretending to take out two still-warm roasted potatoes and two bottles of drinks from her bag and place them in front of the tombstone. At the same time, she quickly reached into the snow to grope for the three white roses buried there, thanks to a vine that Little White had been impatiently waiting for.

"What's that?" the man behind him suddenly asked, startling him. Little Bai was quick enough to carry him back and stuff the few flower rolls, still splattered with snow, back into his bag.

Footsteps approached from behind, and cold sweat broke out on Bryta's forehead.

Lin Dao suddenly squatted down beside him, reached out and picked up an inconspicuous, completely empty medicine bottle from the snow-covered withered grass. He shook off the snow, revealing the bottle opening and the charred inside, still showing signs of corrosion.

Bretta was startled when he saw it. He remembered that when he was chased here, he was holding this vial of medicine, but it fell out after he got tangled in spider silk.

Lin Dao put the medicine bottle away in a transparent bag. Clearly, this had the same function as the broken bottle from before—it contained a foreign substance.

Lin Dao turned around, looked at the panicked Bretta, and asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, what happened?"

"I...I didn't mean to..." Britta suddenly sensed the dangerous aura emanating from the man, and like a child who had made a mistake, she helplessly clutched her ten fingers in front of her, not daring to look at him.

He was just really hungry, which is why he licked the bottle and broke it.

Author's Note:

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