I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Chapter 229: [188~189] Evolution! First Synthesis of Second Rank Extraordinary! (Seeking Monthly Passes, Recommendations, and Support)_3
For him…

The road ahead was still very long!

…

The door opened.

The surging warmth inside clashed with the cold outside.

Having waited for quite a while, Feng Jiao, hearing the sound of the door opening, immediately bowed her head in submission, “Family Head.”

“Thud.”

A small cloth bag hit the floor.

An elderly voice thundered without anger, “This Cold Jade is your reward. Your sister’s illness will likely require more Cold Jades. I will seek them out as quickly as possible, but you must also quicken your pace…”

Feng Jiao was flattered and quickly touched her forehead to the cold ground, tearfully grateful, “Thank you, Family Head!”

Silently.

Pei Jinye’s figure had already vanished from the spot.

Feng Jiao slowly raised her head, clutching the piece of Cold Jade in her hand, overwhelmed with excitement.

…

…

Early morning.

“What’s with that pale face?”

Within the Investigation Team, Brother Bi suddenly saw the pallid appearance of Pei Jinye and got a shock.

“You’ve been practicing through the night again?” His expression serious, he said, “Take brother’s advice, your health is the most fundamental capital. If you really break down, even the most profound cultivation will be like castles in the air, easily shattered by a strong opponent.”

Pei Jinye knew he meant well and nodded.

He couldn’t very well say that he had Devoured three Transcendents and was feeling weak as a result.

“Wow, you didn’t get sucked dry in a brothel, did you?” Zhou Ye just arrived and was startled by the sunken sockets of Pei Jinye’s eyes.

Pei Jinye silently gave him the finger in response.

Zhou Ye laughed heartily, “We’re all men, I understand, I get it.”

“Stop the nonsense and hurry up, the new group leader is waiting for us,” called out Brother Bi.

The three of them quickly arrived at the office of the New Group Leader Lin Xiawei.

“Group Leader.”

Lin Xiawei’s gaze was calm, but she lingered slightly longer on Pei Jinye before withdrawing her gaze and handing over a document she was holding.

“Here’s an external mission, take a look,” she said.

“External?” Brother Bi didn’t reach out to take it, smiling sheepishly, “Group Leader, you might not know… Normally, it’s the strong members of our team who take on these external missions, us old, weak, and sick don’t need to, right?”

Lin Xiawei looked on silently.

Her calm eyes might as well have said: What nonsense are you spouting!

Brother Bi showed no intention of backing down, “Zhou Ye and I are somewhat connected to the old members, but Pei Jinye here is a newcomer who’s only been here a few days… These external missions usually result in casualties, are you really sure about this?”

Lin Xiawei smiled faintly, “Are you teaching me how to do my job?”

Just as Brother Bi was about to say something, Pei Jinye picked up the mission dossier and said, “The group leader has spoken, let’s accept it. There will be support, right? Just to be clear, we’ll run if we can’t handle it.”

Lin Xiawei looked over at this.

Where’s your shame?

Unperturbed, Pei Jinye opened the dossier and began reading.

“We’re heading to Storm City?”

…

“Stop sulking, Brother Bi, it’s not like we’re working as prison guards, just going to the prison to fetch someone. If we get assigned to a women’s prison… hehehe.” Zhou Ye couldn’t contain his excitement.

Brother Bi couldn’t be bothered to respond, instead turning his head toward Pei Jinye, “Jinye, you’re young and quick-witted, what do you think about this?”

He thought that Pei Jinye, who had managed a counter-kill while being held hostage, certainly had more brains than Zhou Ye.

Pei Jinye wasn’t sure whether it was because Brother Bi was desperately casting around for help or genuinely testing him, but he smiled smoothly, “The higher-ups wouldn’t give us such a task without reason. What advantage do we have in carrying out such a mission?”

“Advantage? What advantage could we possibly have?” Zhou Ye laughed at himself, “Could being too low-profile and inconspicuous be considered one?”

Brother Bi pondered for a moment, “Let’s play it by ear. They only mentioned going to the prison to fetch someone. Let’s treat it like a vacation and hope there’s no trouble.”

He glanced at the time.

“Old rules, those who need to send a message home, do it quickly, check on each other… then check the gear.”

“Yes!”

…

The helicopter took off from the Investigation Team’s Base.

Through the porthole, the night sky ascended.

Pei Jinye slowly retracted his gaze.

Is this the irreversible tide of events?

He had planned to just scrape by, yet he couldn’t seem to avoid Storm City no matter what.

Luckily, this mission seemed it wouldn’t take too long.

…

As the helicopter left the airspace above the base.

Behind a window, Lin Xiawei silently watched the scene unfold.

She sighed in her heart.

The mission wasn’t her idea.

It was that carefree old man’s.

She knew very clearly…

If the junior brother passed the test, then… Wait, junior brother?

Lin Xiawei’s expression turned stiff almost instantly.

“Since when… did I agree to that?”

…

“The information of the prisoner is as follows… Zhao Shi Wen, male, 57 years old, his Ability is the Element Series Flame Burst, a ruthless bandit from North Continent…”

Three hours later.

Brother Bi and the others arrived at a prison in Storm City.

The prison, gloomy like a castle, seemed like a night owl under the cloak of darkness.

Brother Bi cast a glance and then lowered his head in silence, while a tall and muscular young man on the opposite side exuded a chilly aura as he handed over the prisoner’s information to the trio.

“The moment you leave the prison, the responsibility for the prisoner automatically transfers to you. I need this to be clear… If there are no issues, then sign here,” he said.

Brother Bi and the others exchanged looks.

Zhou Ye’s expression turned grave.

But it was Pei Jinye who slightly lifted his head, his gaze drifting to the prison’s spire. In the night, a sword hanging there seemed to emanate a chilling aura enveloping dozens of kilometers around.

The “shasha” of signing could be heard.