Chapter 2321: S-Rank Guide Forced Love 06

Jin Chen returned to his residence, carrying a brand-new identification badge.

The material was ordinary, the edges smooth, and it bore simple information:

Name: Youzan

Identity: Low-level Internal Affairs Assistant

Permitted areas: Residential Area-A7 (Jin Chen Senator's Residence Annex Quiet Room)/Medical Department-Basic Treatment

Not the former senior sentinel.

It is the assistant Jin Chen requested, the lowest rank, able to exist only by relying on him.

The tree that stands out invites wind; Youzan now needs to lie low and recover, not to become a target by bearing a near-S-rank title.

This identity is the best protective shell for now.

As for the future……

Jin Chen's fingertips rubbed over the cold badge; Youzan will surely head for the highest position.

The door lock recognized him, and the room door slid open.

The indoor light was dim.

Contrary to expectation, the figure curled up in the corner was not there.

Jin Chen's steps halted, his keen senses instantly detecting something unusual.

Just as he stepped into the room, a heavy black shadow accompanied by wind noise came from a blind spot on the side and smashed down toward his head.

Youzan forcibly tore off the support leg of the simple metal bed, his face turning pale from exertion, his crimson eyes filled with a desperate killing intent.

He never expected Jin Chen to return with good news; he trusted only his own judgment, preferring to fight to the death rather than wait passively for his demise.

Jin Chen stepped back half a pace; the heavy iron rod grazed the hairs on his forehead before crashing down hard, leaving a dent in the floor.

The iron rod slipped from his hand, clanging onto the floor; Youzan also staggered backward from loss of strength, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall.

The wound throbbed with a tearing pain; blood burst from his split tiger's mouth, dripping from his fingertips and spreading into a glaring red spot on the gray floor.

Youzan let out a low growl, ignoring his body's intense pain and exhaustion, and lunged forward again.

Without weapons, he used fists, nails, and teeth—a desperate, all-out street brawl with no technique.

Jin Chen's eyes turned slightly cold; he blocked Youzan's harmless punch, then grabbed his scratching wrist, clamped down on the jaw Youzan tried to bite his arm with, and pressed his knee near Youzan's waist injury, skillfully avoiding the severe wound but enough to make him lose balance instantly.

Mm!

Youzan was pressed onto the cold floor, his cheek against the icy wall, the chains rattling with his struggles.

Jin Chen, taking advantage of this extreme proximity and total suppression, swept his mental power over Youzan's body.

The recovery speed was faster than expected.

Beneath its weak appearance, this body hid astonishing explosive power and resilience.

After confirming, Jin Chen single-handedly dragged the struggling Youzan up from the floor, unfastened the chains, half-supported and half-carried him, ignoring his growls and kicks, and headed straight for the room next to the Quiet Room.

A specially prepared treatment room.

Let go! Bastard! What do you want to do!

Youzan hoarsely cursed, sensing something amiss.

Jin Chen turned a deaf ear, pressing him onto the metal chair fixed to the floor in the center of the room.

The cold metal feel made Youzan shiver; immediately afterward, Jin Chen picked up a peculiarly shaped silver-gray helmet with a complex circuitry interface and placed it on his head.

What the hell is this thing! Take it off! Get lost! Son of a bitch!

The helmet blocked part of his vision, giving a strong sense of restraint; Youzan became even more irritable, his body thrashing violently.

Jin Chen stood before him, looking down at the helmet-bound Youzan, his voice calm and unruffled.

Curse again.

You damn control freak! Pervert! Self-righteous bastard! Lackey of the High Tower!

All the pent-up anger in Youzan exploded, his forehead hairs scattering, his cold eyes revealing a chilling sharpness.

Jin Chen peeled off the black glove on his left hand, revealing his distinct knuckles, and at the moment Youzan cursed most fiercely, shoved the glove into his mouth.

Ugh?!

Youzan's voice cut off abruptly; his mouth filled with the glove warmed by body heat, blocking all his curses, leaving only muffled sobs.

This feeling shocked him more than a punch; he tried to push it out with his tongue, but the glove was lodged deep and held fast.

In that instant of his dazed stare, Jin Chen activated the helmet.

A mental power far stronger than any before surged, instantly piercing into Youzan's chaotic mental landscape.

Before Youzan's eyes, the Quiet Room vanished, replaced by surging fragments of memory.

It was that gloomy ruin.

The suffocating sensation of the aberrant creature's sticky assault, the deep bone‑aching pain, the cold indifferent face of Lu Wen, the despair of being abandoned, and the soul‑scorching frenzy brought by infection.

All the memories and pain he had forcibly suppressed, which eventually led to his total breakdown, were summoned by Jin Chen's mental power and frenetically replayed in his mental landscape.

Ah… ah!!!

Youzan's body tensed violently, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaking the fresh clothes he had just changed into.

In the mental landscape, the dark swamp boiled over completely.

Toxic gas filled the air, the mud turned into scorching magma, and thorns grew wildly, lashing out.

The black weasel cat curled on a floating island not yet swallowed by magma, emitting a mournful cry to the extreme, its emerald pupils brimming with utter terror, nearly dissipating.

The white wolf stepped steadily over the frozen ice to the floating island where the black weasel cat was.

It lay down, gently picked up the black weasel cat, tossed it onto its back, and swayed its tail back and forth.

The black weasel cat's mournful cry seemed to lessen slightly; its trembling body instinctively burrowed into the wolf's thick, soft fur.

Inside the treatment room.

Jin Chen stretched out his hand, lightly placing it a few centimeters above You Zan's violently rising and falling chest, feeling his frantic heartbeat.