Chapter 20
As soon as the words came out, the whole audience fell silent.
Ji Mingyuan frowned: "How much do you owe?"
He is like a worried old father.
Wen Bei glanced at it guiltily: "It's not a crystal."
The man who was reading quietly at the side suddenly closed the book, looked over with a half-smile, and sighed: "It's something special."
Blood.
Wen Bei glared at him and signaled him not to talk nonsense.
The smile on Qiu Tin's face widened.
Ji Mingyuan looked at the two of them, and although he was worried, he didn't say anything.
Instead, the rabbit butler beside him was shaking the whole time.
As an animal, its judgment of crisis tends to be more intuitive.
Qiu Tinge didn't care about the rabbit and Ji Mingyuan's vigilance against him. In his eyes, except Wen Bei, everyone else was like insignificant stones on the roadside.
No temperature, no need to care.
Wen Bei observed him for a while.
I didn't expect that this madman could actually read books.
It is impossible not to be curious about Qiu Tin.
Wen Bei had asked him if he was human, but the answer he got was not satisfactory.
If he is really a human, he should also be a polluter.
As long as there is a polluter, there will be pollution levels.
What will be his pollution level?
Wen Bei became interested. He looked at Ji Mingyuan and asked, "Can you lend me your detection bracelet?"
Without any explanation, Ji Mingyuan knew what he wanted to do and extended his hand without saying a word.
Things like pollution levels involve some privacy issues.
Ji Mingyuan didn't expect that when the man saw Wen Bei wanted to measure his pollution level, he was very cooperative, and could even be described as... obedient.
This word is completely incompatible with the surly man in front of him.
But when he lowered his head and stared at Wen Bei, he looked like a sated lion indulging the breeder he grew up with.
Ji Mingyuan looked away, knowing the situation and not looking at the numbers on the detection bracelet.
Just because a man indulges Wen Bei doesn't mean he will allow others to pry into his privacy.
Don't easily provoke an opponent you can't beat.
This is basic common sense.
Although when the bracelet detects others, the numbers on it will disappear quickly.
Wenbei still caught the shocking number at once - 100.
One hundred percent pollution equals mindless filth.
But how is this possible...
Wen Bei raised his eyes and looked at the man with a complicated expression, and asked with his mouth: What on earth are you?
Even the adjectives have changed.
Qiu Ting chuckled, his eyes full of interest. He did not explain, but leaned forward a little. His tall figure looked like he wanted to cover Wen Bei completely.
After the end of the world, many polluters will grow taller again. Many people who were originally 1.8 meters tall will grow to 1.9 meters. Wen Bei has always inferred that Qiu Ting's height is probably around 1.9 meters.
Some people are too tall, which makes their proportions look ugly, but God seemed to favor this man. Not only did he give him muscles with distinct lines, but he also gave him nearly perfect proportions: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. Before the end of the world, even a famous model would be inferior to him.
A gorgeous voice with a hint of eroticism rang out: "Guess?"
Wen Bei stepped back, leaving the man's control: "Forget it, I don't want to know."
Those who make deals with the devil do not need to know the devil's true form.
Qiu Tin seemed to be in a very good mood. He opened the book again, but his eyes fell on Wen Bei with oppression and force, as if he was locking onto his prey, full of aggression.
Wen Bei turned his back to him and turned to ask Ji Mingyuan expressionlessly: "Speaking of which, there is something I have been concerned about for a long time, but I never found a chance to ask."
Ji Mingyuan: "What?"
Wen Bei: "When we met the Fisher King before, you said it was a Class 2A filth. What did you mean?"
Ji Mingyuan: "You know that filth is ranked from D to S, right?"
Wen Bei nodded.
He still understands these most basic common sense.
Ji Mingyuan: "The gap between each class is getting bigger as you go up. If two D-class can barely fight a C-class, then even ten C-class can't beat a B-class, let alone the gap between S and A."
"The difference is so great that the mercenaries have further divided it into different levels, with A and A. Five A is the closest to S-level, representing high-risk filth that could suddenly upgrade to S-level at any time. If such a high-level filth appeared, it would definitely alert all of humanity."
Ji Mingyuan took a sip of water and continued, "Although this classification isn't officially released by the base, it's universally used among polluters."
Wen Bei was curious: "Why don't the officials also use this set of grade determinations?"
Ji Mingyuan: "In order to prevent panic, the base will be threatened with destruction if an S-class monster appears. The authorities dare not release the data to ordinary people. This can also be considered a form of protection."
"On this continent, fourteen known filth creatures that have reached the 5A level have been registered."
Wen Bei: “I understand.”
After hearing these words, he became even more curious about the so-called base.
At first, he was disgusted when he learned that the base would manage polluters with a pollution level of 95 and then drive them out of the base under the pretext of voluntary participation.
But we have to admit that this seemingly cruel decision is actually the most powerless but decisive resistance of mankind to the increasingly desolate future.
Wen Bei was very curious about what Ji Mingyuan felt when he chose to do so when his pollution level was about to break through ninety-five.
But he didn't ask.
After a while, Ji Mingyuan said, "According to the speed Huang Qian and the others are traveling, they should be able to reach the base tomorrow. You know what this means."
As an ordinary person, Fang Dashan's propaganda may not be strong enough, but the words of the mercenaries from the second guild who escaped death seem much more reliable.
Whether they believe it or doubt it, various forces will come to investigate.
Wen Bei smiled and said, "It's a rule that guests are not allowed to fight in the hotel."
This rule seems to simply protect the hotel owners and employees, but in fact it gives them greater power.
After all, employees are not included in the restrictions.
As a security guard, it is normal to politely and courteously ask a customer who comes to cause trouble to leave.
Wen Bei narrowed his eyes approvingly: "Business is going to pick up in the future, I'll leave it to you."
Ji Mingyuan was about to nod when he suddenly realized something was wrong: "Are you leaving?"
Wen Bei: "Well, I want to go to the base to take a look."
...
The decision to go to the base was made in the morning, and Wenbei started packing in the afternoon.
Ji Mingyuan was very worried about him, but his original identity was really embarrassing and it was not suitable for him to return to the base.
Besides, Wen Bei was worried because only Rabbit Butler was left in the store.
Ji Mingyuan persuaded him for a few words, and when he found that he was very determined, he took the initiative to help him pack his luggage.
That backpack with a small space came in handy again.
Ji Mingyuan stuffed food and water into the bag, and also took out his clothes. He looked very worried: "Don't be impulsive. Don't talk to strangers on the street. There are too many robbers who cheat and deceive people in the apocalypse."
Wen Bei twitched his lips: "Why do I feel like you treat me like a child?"
Ji Mingyuan looked at him: "You are too kind, you will be bullied."
Wen Bei touched his nose, not quite understanding when this filter came about.
He laughed for a moment: "I know my limits."
Just as they were talking, an arm suddenly came in, directly wrapped around Wen Bei's waist and pulled him to the side.
Wen Bei, who was completely unprepared, stumbled into Qiu Tinge, and the hard muscles hurt him.
Qiu Tinge's voice was a bit nonchalant: "Don't worry, I'm here."
Although he seemed to be talking to Ji Mingyuan, his eyes were always on Wen Bei.
Staring at that fair and smooth skin, there seemed to be purple blood vessels beating, bewitching him, and his sexy Adam's apple moved up and down suspiciously.
Wenbei: “…”
Well, he suddenly felt that it was not so foolproof.
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Wen Xiaobei: There are perverts.
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