Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

”Manor Master.” The guard watched Xu Xingguang walk away without hesitation, and quickly picked up the walkie-talkie to relay Xu Xingguang’s decision to those above. ”I have conveyed your message to Lady S.”

The middle-aged man asked him, ”What was her answer?”

The guard, a bit intimidated, replied in a very soft voice, ”She said, no matter what you want her to do, her answer is the same, complete refusal.”

The guard repeated Xu Xingguang’s response verbatim.

Just as he finished, the call was abruptly cut off by the Manor Master.

”Elder Lin.” The Manor Master looked at the elderly lady beside him, displeased, and said, ”Lady S doesn’t appreciate our offer, refusing to cooperate with us.”

Elder Lin looked at the door through which Xu Xingguang had departed and said softly, ”I already knew.”

Earlier, when Xu Xingguang was answering the guard, she had been staring directly at Elder Lin the entire time.

Elder Lin had read her lips and understood her stance, long before.

”Elder Lin, don’t trouble yourself over such people.” The Manor Master proactively suggested, ”Lady S is just an alias. We can send someone to track her down, investigate her identity, and then plan our actions carefully.”

As for how to ’plan,’ it would depend on whether Lady S responds better to a softer or harder approach.

Elder Lin didn’t think the man’s plan would succeed, ”Does she seem like a naive fool to you? The fact that she dared to come alone to take Li Yucheng’s life shows she was well-prepared. Do you really think our people can easily find her residence and uncover her identity?”

”The tactics you use on ordinary people won’t necessarily work on her.” Elder Lin continued to roll the Buddha Beads.

Upon noticing the young man on the fighting stage displaying extraordinary combat skills, Elder Lin finally allowed a faint smile. ”That child down there, is a good seedling, where did you find him?”

The Manor Master looked towards the fighting stage below.

At that moment, on the combat stage, the young man with memory loss was battling a seasoned boxer.

”This child was picked up from a chaotic battlefield. It’s said that over three hundred people died on that battlefield that day, and he was the only survivor. When they found him, he wasn’t wearing the uniform of Xia Country Alliance Army, nor Great Sheep Country’s uniform, but civilian clothes.”

”We speculate he’s either a mercenary or a seed assassin trained by some organization. A bullet to the head caused his memory loss, now he’s a blank slate.”

Nodding, Elder Lin praised, ”A blank slate is good, obedient and sensible.”

”You’re exactly right.”

Soon, the battle below ended.

The young man defeated two opponents in succession while sparing their lives, but their hand tendons were shattered, making it impossible for them to fight on stage again.

Though alive, they were now crippled.

In comparison, the young man was only punched a few times, seemingly unscathed, and his steps remained steady and powerful as he left the stage, ready to fight several more rounds.

The contestants in the resting room looked at the young man with deep fear and vigilance.

”Song Chi, have a drink.” A tall and burly contestant walked towards Song Chi, handing him a bottle of energy drink.

Song Chi accepted the bottle from the other person, ”Thank you.” But he merely held the bottle, not planning to open it and drink.

Even with memory loss, he retained a strong sense of caution about the world.

”I’m Zhou Wu. Brother Song Chi, is this your first night here, are you new?” Zhou Wu tried to get closer to Song Chi, leaning against the wall beside him, and asked, ”Where were you before?”

Song Chi’s fighting style bore some resemblance to that of Lady S, seemingly chaotic but deadly with each move, clearly having fought through a slaughterhouse of Corpse Mountain Blood Sea.

Despite remembering nothing, Song Chi didn’t want to share these things with others.

He said, ”Too many to remember.”

He wasn’t lying either.

But Zhou Wu interpreted his words as Song Chi having experienced too much, not knowing where to start, thus using ’forgotten’ as an excuse to brush him off.

Zhou Wu chuckled, comfortably wrapping an arm around Song Chi’s shoulders, telling him, ”I might not be as good as you, but I’ve been in this Underground Beast Fighting Arena for two years, I’m considered a veteran. I’ve signed a life-and-death pact with the Beast Fighting Arena, have you?”

Song Chi nodded and replied, ”I have.”

”Do you also stay in the dormitory?” Those like Zhou Wu who signed life-and-death pacts with the Beast Fighting Arena couldn’t leave the resort without permission.

Usually, they all lived in the resort’s staff dormitory, disguised as service staff to welcome noble guests.