80: Chapter 80 Who gave you permission to bring all those heads back?

Realizing that something might be wrong, Zhang Lianqi did not hesitate at all and immediately ran toward the gate leading to the Abyssal Rift.

He wasn't worried about anything else; if Chen Mo and his group had caused trouble, he could help clean up the mess, but if there were casualties, it would be a real problem.

Just two days ago, the Governor of Henan Province had called him to ask about Chen Mo's current situation, which showed that the relationship between the two was not ordinary.

Not to mention the eldest daughter of the Wen family in the team; even the Three Elders had to be polite to the Wen family. If anything happened to the eldest daughter of the Wen family under his watch, it would be truly troublesome.

In less than a minute, Zhang Lianqi crossed the sixteen-kilometer distance and appeared in front of that massive steel gate.

"Where are they?"

The guard at the entrance pointed to an armored vehicle not far away, and Zhang Lianqi recognized at a glance that it was that man-powered armored vehicle.

But at this moment, the armored vehicle was no longer as clean as before; instead, it was covered in thick, dried blood scabs.

Zhang Lianqi's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately stepped forward to open the vehicle door.

An extremely thick stench and the smell of blood rushed towards him, causing even this battle-hardened old scout to frown.

Everything that met his eyes was deep red, the color formed by thick, congealed blood.

Countless eyes appeared before Zhang Lianqi, and his expression changed repeatedly.

"Huh?"

"Captain Zhang, why are you here?"

From within those piles of heads, Chen Mo's head poked out.

"Let's go, let's go. I smell terrible; I need to hurry back and take a shower."

Under the gaze of the guards, Zhang Lianqi, and other candidates wanting to go out for missions, Chen Mo stepped down, with at least a hundred heads hanging from his body.

The lethality of this scene was comparable to a psychic shock; some of the more fragile candidates even threw up directly.

At this moment, Chen Mo looked like a Chosen of Khorne, with so many heads hanging from his waist that they looked like a skirt.

The others were no exception; they were covered in heads, each with an expression of dying with unresolved grievances.

"Captain Zhang, I've brought these heads back. Could you help me count them?"

"We haven't rested for seven days and seven nights; we need to hurry back and get some sleep."

Chen Mo yawned and unloaded the heads from his body, tossing them onto the ground.

Among the six-person squad, only Wen Wan did not have heads hanging on her, as she still needed to control the direction, and the heads were somewhat in the way.

However, the foot mat she was stepping on seemed a bit different. Zhang Lianqi looked closely and realized it was actually a foot mat made from the heads of four Abyss Warriors...

"Damn..."

This scene made Zhang Lianqi unable to help but curse. Having been a scout for so many years and having experienced countless major events, this was the first time he had seen something so perverse.

"Who told you that you needed to bring the heads back?"

Zhang Lianqi grabbed Chen Mo by the shoulder, but he was actually dragged forward two steps by him before stopping.

"Huh?"

Including Chen Mo, everyone in the six-person squad looked at Zhang Lianqi in confusion.

"If we don't bring the heads back, how will you know how many scouts we killed?"

"What if we faked it?"

"..."

Zhang Lianqi was truly speechless. Since Luofeng Fortress could serve as the host for this National Joint Examination, how could they not know how many scouts were in the surrounding area?

To put it bluntly, Luofeng Fortress knew exactly what those scouts looked like; otherwise, they wouldn't have released this mission.

The previous mission at the medicinal garden did have some accidents, but wasn't that because Chen Mo had courted death by pulling out their lifeline...

"Anyway, just remember, you don't need to bring heads back in the future."

Zhang Lianqi rubbed his temples; every time Chen Mo and his group settled their points, he would have a headache for quite a while.

"Alright, go back and rest. The point leaderboard will be updated tomorrow."

"Alrighty~"

Seeing that Zhang Lianqi didn't deduct their points this time, Chen Mo and the others happily returned to their dormitory.

Looking at the heads all over the ground, Zhang Lianqi sighed helplessly and had to start counting the points little by little.

But as he counted, Zhang Lianqi's brow furrowed.

"That's not right..."

"Why are there so many unfamiliar faces?"

"Where is the Third Squad? Have their people come over here!"

Soon, the Third Squad, which had just finished its daily patrol, appeared beside Zhang Lianqi.

"According to the intelligence you sent back today, these people shouldn't be on the list of Abyss scouts, right?"

Zhang Lianqi picked out a few heads separately; without exception, they were all Third-Grade Abyss Warriors.

"I don't want to hear any excuses!"

The Third Squad Captain was just about to explain when he was interrupted by a roar from Zhang Lianqi.

"Get the hell out and go re-patrol! A large number of Third-Grade Abyss scouts are starting to gather; Baiye City is up to something again!"

"Have you bastards become complacent because you haven't fought in so long?"

"You're not even as good as a bunch of kids! You let a group of kids here for the Joint Exam find a loophole for you!"

"You'd better be able to find out Baiye City's movements for me, otherwise, wait for the disciplinary regulations to take effect!"

Zhang Lianqi was furious right now. As the supreme leader of all scouts in Luofeng Fortress, his subordinates had actually committed such a low-level mistake.

No matter how much he protected his own, this kind of thing was intolerable.

This was the last chance he was giving the Third Squad; if they made another mistake, they could just wait to be discharged and rolled into the reserve team!

But at this moment, Chen Mo knew nothing about this; he had just finished showering and was lying comfortably on his bed.

"Comfortable..."

Working non-stop for seven whole days, even an iron man would rust.

Not to mention that he was just a small First-Grade Martial Artist; he still needed plenty of rest.

Bang!

Chen Mo, who had just prepared to take a nap, was startled awake by a loud bang. He looked at the door that had been pushed open with a bewildered expression.

He saw Old Man Zhang shuffling in with his cane, his complexion ruddy and his spirits excellent, forming a stark contrast with the exhausted Chen Mo.

"Kid, how about you stir-fry a little something for me tonight?"

"This old man is craving your cooking."

"I won't make you work for free; tonight I'll treat you to some local rice wine!"