Lu Zhaoming looked utterly disheveled; his hair was standing on end, and he was covered in dust and dirt, looking like he had just crawled out of a coal pile.

I finally managed to break through that deadly passage and thought I could finally catch my breath, but when I looked up, oh my god, it was an old acquaintance meeting me, and I was extremely jealous.

"Brother, long time no see." In the setting sun, Liu Yan's face looked particularly complicated, and his shadow stretched long. If you didn't know better, you would think he was filming an art film.

Lu Zhaoming's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't show it on his face. He squinted at Liu Yan as if he were looking at some rare animal: "What are you doing here? This isn't a tourist attraction."

Liu Yan sighed, his voice so low it could wring water out of it: "I have the White Robe's action plan, but this place isn't safe. Let's talk as we walk." As he spoke, he looked around warily, looking just like a secret agent being hunted.

Lu Zhaoming remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was already on high alert.

Something's off with Liu Yan!

His eyes were darting around, his movements were stiff, and his entire being screamed "something's wrong."

“Sure, let’s talk as we walk.” Lu Zhaoming was making plans in his mind, but he had a friendly smile on his face. “I also have some things I want to ask you.”

The two walked one after the other, the setting sun casting long shadows of them, like two venomous snakes testing each other.

Along the way, Liu Yan began to "reveal his secrets".

He was telling all sorts of stories: the white-robed man was planning to release "gene fusion agents" throughout the wasteland to control the minds of survivors; his base was located in an abandoned mining area with tight defenses; he described it so vividly that anyone who didn't know better would think he was a 007 agent infiltrating the enemy ranks.

While listening, Lu Zhaoming secretly activated the "Doomsday Judgment System" to scan Liu Yan's physical condition.

When the scan results came out, Lu Zhaoming almost burst out laughing—good heavens, a micro-device implanted in the brain, this white-robed man is really good at this, directly using mind control.

"Hey Lao Liu, this news of yours is pretty explosive," Lu Zhaoming said, feigning shock. "How did you find out about this?"

Liu Yan's eyes flickered, and he said vaguely, "I...I have my own channels."

Lu Zhaoming sneered inwardly, thinking to himself, "Your channels are controlled by the White Robe, aren't they?"

However, he didn't expose it, but continued to ask for details, trying to extract more useful information.

Back at the temporary base, Su Li was busy examining Xiao Die's body.

Seeing Lu Zhaoming return, Su Li gave him a flirtatious wink, her alluring demeanor almost making Lu Zhaoming lose control.

"Hey, little brother Zhaoming, you've had quite a haul!" Su Li said with a smile.

"Not bad, I picked up an old friend." Lu Zhaoming shrugged, signaling Su Li to calm down.

He took Liu Yan to a private room.

This secret room was specially modified by Lu Zhaoming. It has excellent soundproofing, so even if a concert is held inside, no one outside can hear it.

"Old Liu, what exactly have you been through all these years?" Lu Zhaoming asked bluntly.

Liu Yan was silent for a moment. As he spoke, he held his head in pain, as if trying to recall something.

Lu Zhaoming carefully observed Liu Yan's expression and found that his emotions were fluctuating wildly, clearly indicating that he was being tormented by the white robe.

However, Lu Zhaoming did not completely trust him. After all, who knew if this was a trap set by the white-robed man?

"Can't remember? It's okay, think about it slowly." Lu Zhaoming patted Liu Yan's shoulder and comforted him, "As long as you're alright."

To verify Liu Yan's authenticity, Lu Zhaoming decided to set a trap for him.

"Old Liu, I'm planning a raid on one of White Robe's supply depots," Lu Zhaoming said casually. "What do you think?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yan's body visibly trembled, and his fingers also shook slightly.

Lu Zhaoming noticed that when Liu Yan heard about the plan, he secretly pressed a hidden communicator button.

Good heavens, the fox's tail has been revealed!

Lu Zhaoming sneered inwardly, thinking that Liu Yan had indeed been turned by the white-robed man.

But he didn't expose Liu Yan's true colors. Instead, he continued to pretend to trust him: "Old Liu, I knew you were reliable! This operation is all up to you!"

Liu Yan forced a smile and nodded: "Don't worry, brother, I'll do my best."

Lu Zhaoming patted Liu Yan on the shoulder and gave him a meaningful look.

That evening, Lu Zhaoming did not rest immediately, but sat alone in his room, sorting out his thoughts from the day.

He lit a cigarette, and his expression appeared particularly somber amidst the swirling smoke.

He had to devise a plan as soon as possible to both eliminate the White Robe and ensure the safety of himself, Su Li, and Xiao Die.

Most importantly, he needed to figure out what role Liu Yan played in the White Robe's plan, and how to use him to turn the tables on the White Robe...

Suddenly, the lights in the room went out, plunging the entire room into darkness.

"Who?!" Lu Zhaoming suddenly stood up, scanning his surroundings warily...

That night, Lu Zhaoming was alone, like a miserable programmer, frantically typing away on his beat-up computer under the dim light.

No way, with the apocalypse already here, did they go astray in their tech development?

How come everyone else who transmigrates is equipped with high technology, but he's stuck with an antique and gnawing on it?

He squinted, staring at Liu Yan's scan data on the screen, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a mosquito.

That old guy, it's like he has a time bomb in his head, ready to explode at any moment.

Those bastards in white robes, they played really dirty tricks!

Suddenly, the system notification sounded like an alarm clock that was eight hundred years late: "A crisis of trust has been detected in the host. The initial form of the new ability 'Psychological Analysis' has been unlocked."

Lu Zhaoming was stunned for a moment, then a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Oh? A new skill? It seems that God is still looking out for me!" He rubbed his hands together and looked at Liu Yan's data with anticipation, as if he were looking at a treasure that was about to be obtained.

"Psychoanalysis" is launched!

Countless pieces of information flooded into Lu Zhaoming's mind, including Liu Yan's past, present, and even his embarrassing childhood memory of peeping at the widow next door taking a bath.

Lu Zhaoming almost spat out a mouthful of blood. This system is something else!

However, the most crucial information is about the White Coat project.

Lu Zhaoming discovered that Liu Yan was unaware of the white-robed man's entire plan; he was merely a manipulated pawn tasked with leading Lu Zhaoming to a designated location.

"Heh, trying to trick me? No way!" A cold glint flashed in Lu Zhaoming's eyes. "Since you want to play, then I'll play a big game with you!"

He stood up, stretched, and made a series of cracking sounds as he did so.

Looking out at the dark night sky, he murmured to himself, "The game has only just begun..."

He walked to the bedside, picked up the communicator, and dialed a number.

"Hey, get me some things ready..."