Chapter 92: Who Wouldn’t Be Anxious?

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Chapter 92: Who Wouldn’t Be Anxious? "So, after all that, you were just waiting for me here?" Chen Huai'an shook his head as he watched the plot unfold. His main quest was to increase Li Qingran’s survival rate in the Zhongzhou Secret Realm. At the time, he had wondered if he could prevent Li Qingran from going at all. But now? The storyline had locked her fate—she was destined to go, and the reason? To refine the Hundred Herb Detox Pill for him. Well… it wasn’t entirely unexpected. Still, it felt pretty nice to have someone this concerned about him. Chen Huai'an suddenly thought of his ex-girlfriend. After seeing him make money from livestreaming and even appear on a variety show, she actually had the nerve to message him on Green Bubble, asking to get back together? Screw that! Back when he was hospitalized, she hadn’t visited him even once. Reality proved that even a virtual girlfriend provided more emotional value than a living, breathing person. Shaking his head, Chen Huai'an suddenly caught the scent of blood on himself. That was when he remembered—after all the chaos earlier, he still hadn’t changed clothes. "This hotel’s a no-go now. Gotta take a shower and get out of here!" He quickly packed up his things, grabbed a few fresh outfits, and headed for the bathroom. Baji stared at the neatly packed suitcase. Even though it still didn’t fully understand human matters, it could tell—Boss was about to leave. [Please, let Boss forget I exist when he leaves.] Baji prayed silently in its heart. Sure, staying here meant it could absorb Spiritual Qi every day, but life was just too stressful! It had lost weight! Out there, all it had to do was find a quiet place to lay low. As the world’s Spiritual Qi continued to recover, there’d be more than enough to go around. By then, even without Boss’ spiritual plants, it could still achieve true Spiritual Qi freedom. ????À₦ó????È???? If it stayed any longer… it feared it might end up with that thing they talked about on TV. Right! Depression! Baji slinked into an inconspicuous corner, trying to shrink its presence as much as possible while dreaming of a peaceful life. Hospital— Although Lin Lingling wasn’t yet an official Demon Slayer, the bearded officer still rushed to the hospital out of concern for his soon-to-be subordinate. He also wanted to find out exactly what had happened. He remembered that the mission she took was supposed to be fairly simple. Given her abilities, she shouldn’t have been severely injured. "A miracle! An absolute medical miracle!" "Incredible! I’ve never seen a human with such insane self-healing abilities!" The bearded officer halted at the hospital room door. Something was off. What was going on inside? He leaned in to listen. "Can you believe this? When she was brought in, she had three broken ribs on each side of her chest. Now? All six are almost fully healed!" "And get this—despite being covered in blood, we just ran tests, and she isn’t even anemic! Can you believe that?" "You know what this means? Her red blood cells and stem cells regenerate way faster than a normal person’s!" "Should we report this to the director? This girl could be a breakthrough for medical science!" "No can do. She’s got a special status. I got a call just before coming in—told us to keep our mouths shut. Ugh, I don’t know what these big shots are trying to cover up all the time, but something’s seriously off…" Wait… Lin Lingling had that strong of a self-healing ability? Why didn’t she ever mention it before? What a hidden gem! To officially join the Demon Slayers, one had to meet two conditions. First, they needed to reach the "Master" rank—this required handling five incidents of any difficulty level. Second, they had to join voluntarily. Of course, as the head of the Tianfu Demon Slayers, he had the authority to waive the first requirement if he saw promising talent. Like Lin Lingling. Honestly, not many Awakened individuals wanted to join the Demon Slayers. Why? Because, in the past, there wasn’t anything particularly tempting to lure them in. Plus, there was a rule requiring at least one mission per month—each mission meant facing danger. Most ordinary people who suddenly gained powers? They got cocky. They craved freedom. But after seeing how terrifying demons could be, that same ego made them value their lives even more. Money? Some Awakened could make easy cash just by using their abilities. The Demon Slayers’ salary meant nothing to them. And cracking down on those misusing their powers? Not so simple. What could they even charge them with? If someone used their power to pick up antiques on the cheap and resell them, that wasn’t exactly a crime. It’s not like they were harming society. Could you really call it "illegally obtaining assets"? Recruitment had been an uphill battle from the start. Lin Lingling was an exception. Her parents were divorced, her father didn’t care, and her mother didn’t love her. She barely had enough money to attend school. What she lacked most was money. So when he offered her financial support, this girl—who often didn’t even have enough to eat—was moved to tears and swore to join the Demon Slayers. However, according to the initial assessment, her strength was only at the White Rank, and she had no self-healing abilities. Did she awaken this regenerative power after surviving this recent danger? No point in eavesdropping any further. The bearded officer coughed twice and walked in, flashing his credentials to the doctors. "Alright, this is no longer your concern. Leave." The doctors exchanged glances before exiting the ICU. The bearded officer pulled out a syringe and injected it into Lin Lingling’s arm. Less than ten minutes later, she slowly regained consciousness from the anesthesia. "Boss?" Lin Lingling blinked groggily at the bearded officer. He casually raised the now-empty syringe. "High-speed cell regeneration serum. Cost me 10 merit points. You owe me." "Thank you." Lin Lingling bit her lip, truly grateful. For each mission, depending on the difficulty, a Demon Slayer could earn anywhere from 1 to 100 merit points. She only had three merit points—not nearly enough to buy such a high-grade healing serum. "No need for thanks. It’s an investment." The bearded officer sat by her bed, lighting a cigarette. "Now, tell me—how did an ordinary mission land you in this condition?" "Faulty intel." Lin Lingling clenched her teeth in frustration. "No idea how long that mission was on the board, but damn it, the report said there was only one Grade-A Black Rat Spirit. When I got there? It wasn’t one—it was a whole swarm!" "They reproduced?" The bearded officer raised an eyebrow. "Exactly! Two adult Black Rat Spirits, leading a whole litter of smaller ones. Lucky for me, they weren’t the type that eats flesh, or I’d be dead by now." Seeing Lin Lingling’s angry expression, the bearded officer awkwardly scratched his nose. As the head of the Demon Slayers, it was his responsibility to keep intel updated. But could he really be blamed? They were severely understaffed! He had just gotten back from a mission himself—hadn’t even had time to sit down properly. At least he had taken the chance to test out the new issued from above. And he had to admit—it was damn effective! Before, he used to be cautious when facing Grade-A demons. But now? With the , he could go full force. That dog demon he fought earlier had been running for its life. The Demon Slayers would only grow stronger from here. Thinking that, his guilt eased a little. Yeah… tonight, he’d grab a copy of the for Lin Lingling. That should at least boost her survival rate. "So, how many did you kill?" he asked, steering the conversation away. "The mother. And all the little ones," Lin Lingling replied, expressionless. "The father lost his mind after that. I couldn’t beat him." The bearded officer paused. Well… yeah. If it were him, he’d lose his mind too. Still, he reassured her, "You did well. I’ll count this mission as complete. I’ll have people handle the cleanup… By the way, you used the scent-masking potion, right?" Lin Lingling’s face went pale. Sёarch* The nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Her still-groggy mind suddenly realized what she had forgotten. The bearded officer narrowed his eyes. "Why aren’t you saying anything?" "I… I thought this mission was easy. I was sure I’d get the kill, so I didn’t buy the potion…" Lin Lingling admitted, looking like she was about to cry. The bearded officer’s face darkened. Which meant—on Chen Huai’an’s side… "Boss! We need to save him!" Outside, a few doctors had been eavesdropping. Then— BANG! The ICU door flew off its hinges, embedding itself into the opposite wall at an angle. All they saw was a pitch-black blur darting out the eighth-floor window. ...

Chapter 92: Who Wouldn’t Be Anxious?

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