Chapter 19: Youthful or Childish?

Upon learning that the afternoon meeting was canceled, the sss+ sentinel locked in the club’s basement threw a massive tantrum.

“Get lost, all of you, get lost.”

A powerful mental force pressed against the walls; soon, it would be time to change rooms again.

Lin Zheng, cold and silently suppressing his anger, stared at the white-haired man before him.

“You sly fox, what are you doing here?”

Cyril smiled brightly, peering through the glass at the sentinel wearing a mental lock around his neck.

“Leashed already? Let me see who made that.”

The black collar encircled the sentinel’s neck, its flashing red light indicating that Lin Zheng was currently in a state of mental turmoil.

The mental lock was specially designed for sentinels with a mutation index exceeding 90%. Its purpose was to immediately restrain the sentinel the moment they lost control, akin to a bear trap that instantaneously immobilized them.

Its mechanism involved a concentrated mental force from a high-level guide embedded at the neck, which would automatically inject itself upon activation.

Its effect was even more intense than a mental link.

The one on Lin Zheng’s neck was jointly developed by an sss-level healing guide and an ss+ level attack guide.

The White Tower had yet to confirm its efficacy, as no one wished for an sss+ sentinel to mutate here.

Since arriving at the White Tower, Lin Zheng had been in a constant state of mental unrest.

He only occasionally calmed down upon hearing that Wen Li was coming.

His golden irises were bloodshot all around, while the bony tail behind him flicked irritably.

“Where is Wen Li? I want to see her.”

Cyril shook his head, leaning close to the protective glass, separated from Lin Zheng by only a thin wall.

“Don’t be so impatient. The little girl’s been busy lately, playing with the pups.”

With a loud bang, Lin Zheng punched the glass, his fist aimed precisely at Cyril’s beaming face.

“I should have thrown you into the contamination core back then.”

Cyril chuckled. “That’s a pity. You forcibly dragged me back to the White Tower yourself.”

Lin Zheng turned away, deciding not to let the sly fox bother him.

Bored, Cyril ceased to annoy him and, as he left, told him that Wen Li would arrive tomorrow morning.

With a mischievous grin, he waited until the doorway to speak, knowing that if Lin Zheng’s mental strength weren’t so powerful, he might not have heard it.

“You sly fox!”

Awakening from a nightmare, Wen Li suddenly sat up, her pupils slightly dilated from lingering fear.

In her dream, she had witnessed—from a god-like perspective—the horrific scene of herself torn apart by sentinels.

A blood-soaked blonde girl in the dream reached out to save her.

Wen Li could only watch helplessly as her body was shredded and the pieces frantically grabbed.

The sentinel, already in a berserk state, held her arm or leg triumphantly, treasuring them close.

Wen Li retched.

It was too vivid, as if it had already happened.

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