People in the League, Masters of Time Management

"That's right...then you are going to carry out the mission with them tomorrow night? When will you be back?"

"Well...it's hard to say."

"Oh……"

Caitlin quickly assembled the rifle, put it aside, then turned to face Mubai, holding the latter's cheek with both hands:

"If you have already made a decision, I will support you no matter what, the only thing... Promise me, don't take too many risks."

"En." Mu Bai held the girl's hand, feeling a warm feeling in his heart.

The two looked at each other for a while, and the atmosphere gradually became ambiguous.

Just when Mubai wanted to do something, Caitlin suddenly pressed his restless hand and said seriously:

"One more thing. When you come back, be sure to tell me your true identity and your purpose of coming to Piltover...I don't doubt you, I just... don't want to be completely ignorant of my lover."

Mu Bai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and smiled wryly, "Sorry... I didn't have the chance to say it before. If you want to know, I can tell you right now."

"No, you can't say it now."

"Ok?"

"I'm going to bind you with a promise, idiot." Caitlin smiled brightly, and then offered a sweet kiss abruptly.

After the passionate kiss, she narrowed her beautiful eyes and licked her lips, and continued: "When you come back, tell me about you, and I'll give you a reward..."

"What reward?" Mu Bai also laughed.

"Hmph~" The girl didn't answer the question immediately, but stretched out her arms around his neck, deliberately revealing the beautiful scenery of the northern hemisphere, the temptation was self-evident.

"When the time comes...I will make an exception and let you sleep on the third floor."

Chapter 38 Zaun Rage

Zaun is a huge underground city, located under the winding ravines and canyons around Piltover. It can be roughly divided into three parts: the dance corridor, the middle square and the trench area.

The dance corridor is at the top and the busiest, where you can even meet many wealthy businessmen from Piltover.

The middle square is located in the middle, where most of the people of Zaun live, and where the Alchemy Barons ruled. There is still a trace of order in the chaos.Silver wheels and gunfire are the most useful amulets here.

The trench area is located in the lowest layer of Zaan.

There are no police, no law, no sunshine... nothing that has anything to do with beauty, and it is so barren that even a baron of alchemy can't see it.

The trench area is full of chaotic evil, gathering a large number of desperate wanted criminals, including mad scientists, living alchemists, perverted murderers, and failed living test products.

Anyone who lives here faces great challenges in order to survive.

This is hell for survivors.

It's also a criminal's paradise...

For example, Warwick.

"It's...too dirty..."

In the depths of the dark and damp alley, a monster with an alchemy liquid storage tank and a drug pump in its body leaned against the corner, gasping for breath and growling at times.

His name was Warwick, but he was also known as the "Zuan Wrath" or "Howler".

The former name is easy to understand-his roar is shocking every time he appears, and his legend is circulating in every corner of Zaun.

As for the latter title, there is some ambiguity.Some say the "howl" was his roar, others the wailing of the victims.

But in any case, all those who have seen him and survived have a consensus-don't bleed even a drop in front of Warwick.

"The air here...is too pungent..."

Warwick shook his head, stood up, and walked out of the alley step by step.Green saliva flowed down his teeth, across his deformed and distorted cheek like a giant wolf, and finally landed on the ground, making a tick-tock sound.

I shouldn't be here... He thought, it's all due to that hateful woman who is half human and half mechanical.

Ah... don't let me catch you when you're alone...

What I smell on you is not only the smell of iron rust, but also the blood of sin...

Hmm... the taste of blood...

Warwick shook his head vigorously a few more times, pushing the memory of the knife-legged woman out of his brain.He still has more important things to do now, and he can't let those things affect his already chaotic consciousness.

He curled up in the shadows, a pair of fiercely shining eyes fixed on the distance.

There were four gang members, and a crying girl.

"I know you, baby," said a Graynail gang member.His ears were pierced and covered with studs. "Are you running errands for Bergen? What did that pervert say to you?"

"I... I don't know... Please, don't..."

The girl held the tool she relied on for survival—the sound transmission tube given to her by a gang, sobbing in a low voice, while looking at the dark corner behind the other party, trying to wait for an opportunity to escape.

"You don't know? Hehe, I don't know either." The members of the Gray Nail Gang showed a wretched smile, and tapped the sound transmission tube in the girl's arms with a dagger, making no secret of their two purposes:

"We want to have some fun, baby."

These bullies didn't notice at all, there was a pair of eyes staring at them in the distance.

Warwick was in no hurry to get out, even as his flesh-hungry claws stretched out and the alchemy pot pushed materialized rage and desire into the blood.

He saw the leading villain knock the sound tube out of the girl's hands.That message was probably worth more silver wheels than their lives.

It was a ticket for them to leave this miserable abyss and go to another abyss that was slightly less tragic.

The Gray Nails captured the girl.She cried out helplessly, accompanied by bursts of tantalizing struggles.

Immediately afterwards, with a flash of the knife, the rusty dagger in the girl's hand cut a not-so-deep gash on the face of a gang member.

Then... the smell of blood permeated the air.

The smell ignited an unknown fire in Warwick.

The liquid storage tank behind him started to pump medicine, completely out of control.

A terrifying roar interrupted the members of the Graynail Gang.

"It's it! Howler!" The leader was the first to react, leaving the disheveled girl behind to run away desperately.

But how can a man outrun a wolf?

Warwick's shadow, faster than the light of a knife, knocked him down in the blink of an eye, and red mist burst from the walls of the alley.

The man became a piece of parts, scattered on the gravel road that no one cares about.

"Damn! Run separately! Separate!" Someone yelled again.The moment they saw the sharp claws, they were frightened, and they couldn't bear the slightest thought of resistance.

If you flee, you may live; if you fight, you will die.

They don't want to be the tools of the Howler's pre-meal exercise.

"The hunt...began..."

Warwick grinned wildly and shook himself excitedly.The machine pumped again, his limbs pumped with strength.

"A game of cat and mouse..."

The screams intensified in the chaos, the girl from before had disappeared, and the sound transmission tube was abandoned on the ground with the seal broken.

Red clouds churned in Warwick's mind.Everything is blurred, nothing is remembered.

Everything is blood.

The fighting lasted for a long time, until the night returned to the embrace of silence.

Warwick spat out a leg bone, surrounded by severed limbs and blood.

He didn't know if he saved the girl, or if he tore her apart in bloodlust.

Anyway, be quiet...

..............................

Nights in the trench area are much quieter and darker than in the middle plaza.

With a not-so-durable flashlight on, Mu Bai carefully walked down the screeching elevator.The operator sniffled, pressed the button impatiently, and slid up.

"It stinks..." Mu Bai pinched his nose as hard as he could, but the air mixed with industrial waste still got into his alveoli, making his chest tight.

In the shadows ahead of the road, a faint blue light suddenly lit up.

Then came the sound of sharp blades rubbing against the ground.

"Welcome, new spy of the Philos family." said the eternally youthful woman.

Chapter 39 Runaway loli everywhere

The unrestrained development of unstable technologies and reckless industries has polluted large areas of Zaun and made living conditions increasingly dangerous.

The highly toxic waste water is stagnant in the downstream areas of the city, and the never-ending industrial waste gas has brought haze, burning the lungs of every pedestrian.The air is filled with the smell of chemicals, as if a deep breath can burn your nose hair.

Many unemployed gamblers and victims of alchemy technology huddled in the shadows, examining all the "upper people" who came down from the screaming elevator with greedy eyes, trying to find a suitable target for robbery.

"Don't make eye contact with them, just walk."

Camille, who was dressed in sackcloth, reminded softly.She has been to the Gutter District many times, and has seen many crazy criminals, so she knows exactly how to deal with them.

"They can't do anything about you, but their entanglement will let you know what disgusting is."

"Understood, Miss Camille." Mu Bai nodded, lowering the brim of his hat slightly to cover half of his face.

"You should change your address."

"Ok?"

"Ma'am, or Inspector. People in the Ferros family call me like that... Besides, do you think it's appropriate to call me Miss?"

Mu Bai looked at the woman's playful eyes, and shook his head helplessly.Indeed, it is not appropriate to call someone in her 80s Miss.

As for the lady?Hmm... It's too old, and it doesn't sound good.

"You are forever young, Inspector Camille."

"Thanks to Hex Technology." Camille stretched out a slender finger against her chest, and there was a crystal hidden under her clothes that kept her youthful and immune to disease. "Praise the Philos family."

"Praise Philos." Mu Bai echoed.

After a few slogan-like compliments, the two walked along the dark alley, and soon came to the spy safe house of the Philos family in the ditch area of ​​Za'an.

A bungalow with a dilapidated exterior and a decent interior.

The bungalow has only one floor and a small attic, two bedrooms and one living room, with a kitchen and separate bathroom, the area is not too big.

But for a small spy base, it's good enough.

"This house will be yours from now on." The brass key turned a few times on Camille's fingertips, and then landed firmly on the table. "You can do whatever you want here, as long as you don't expose it."

"Leave me alone?" Mu Bai was stunned for a moment.At first he thought that at least four or five strong men would be crowded into this room.

It's not easy to insert an unsuspected stronghold in the trench area... As expected of the Philos family, it's not just as simple as being rich and powerful.

"Otherwise? Do you still want to live with me?" Camille smiled, "The more people there are, the greater the risk of exposure, understand?"

Mu Bai smiled awkwardly, no longer entangled.

"Although your strength is very strong, there is still a lot to learn about spies. For example, tracking, anti-tracking, tracing and so on."

Camille sat leisurely on the sofa, and there were tea sets and kettles for boiling water in the cabinet at hand—as long as she was likely to stay for a long time, these things would appear, and they were essential.

She put a glass jug over the almost invisible flame of a chemical blowtorch, and soon there was the faint sound of liquid sloshing.

"I will give you an adaptation period, about three days to a week. You have to take advantage of this time to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment, understand?"

"Received." Mu Bai responded with a salute.

Camille nodded in satisfaction, and continued to say while pouring tea:

"Tell you more about this mission... We're going to capture an alchemy monster that suddenly appeared in Zaun. It's called Warwick, or Howler."

"Four days ago, we carried out a netting operation against it. Unfortunately, it ran away, during which it also killed two respectable agents."

"The good news is that we managed to force it into the ditch area, and it is now dormant in a dark corner..."

"Now, your task is to familiarize yourself with the surrounding environment as soon as possible, and wait for my instructions, and be ready to participate in the next network collection operation at any time, understand?"

"Understood." Mu Bai took the teacup handed over by the other party, secretly cursing in his heart: This woman really likes to end with "Do you understand?"