Chapter 112: This Guy Must Be an Undercover Agent Too!

Eugene had only planned to step in and save these Alphas, showing them the correct way to complete a mission.

He never expected that the lunatic on the other side truly had no regard for talent.

Damn it. Was it just because they were from the Federation? Damn Imperial bastards—this was discrimination!

Suppressing his frustration, Eugene put on the black helmet that connected to the mental link. He showed no fear, only a cold smirk. “Didn’t you want to interrogate me? Go ahead!”

“You’ve got guts.”

Garna took a drag from his cigarette, his gaze deep and unreadable. “Why did you defect to the Empire?”

Ji Laili glanced at Eugene, feeling a pang of concern. He quietly called out to the system, “Brother System, can you disrupt the magnetic field of this mental link helmet?”

【I can, but only for you.】

【The data can only flow through you to other places.】

So that meant… he was the bridge connecting the system to the outside world.

A vague idea flashed through Ji Laili’s mind.

Meanwhile, Eugene had already begun answering. Ji Laili could only hope that Senior Eugene would pass the test successfully.

Out of everyone, he was the most worried about Eugene. The “Little Butterfly” was so skilled that Ji Laili’s concerns were unnecessary, and Zhai Yifei was always calm and composed.

Even Philo, despite his recklessness, knew when to act wisely—he was more patient than Ji Laili had expected.

That left only Eugene as the unreliable one.

Ji Laili was genuinely worried he wouldn’t make it through. But he never expected—

Eugene smirked and said, “Why else? Didn’t you people try to recruit me from the Federation? If not me, then who?”

Garna narrowed his eyes dangerously. “So, you see the Empire as hell?”

“It’s just a figure of speech.” Eugene sneered. “For them, maybe it’s hell. For me? It’s a piece of cake.”

“Oh? You sound pretty confident.”

“Of course. After all, I’m Eugene-37!”

Ji Laili stared at him in shock. The red light on the helmet never blinked once.

Ji Laili had encountered these truth-detecting devices before. No matter how complex their inner workings were, one principle never changed:

They detected lies based on psychological fluctuations and physiological reactions. Heart rate, pulse, breathing, body temperature, even blood flow—everything could betray a person.

Back in his time with the police force, a veteran undercover agent had trained Ji Laili in handling pressure.

There was a term for this: “immersive deception.”

As long as you fully believed the lie, the machine couldn’t tell the difference.

Easier said than done.

Yet Eugene pulled it off completely.

Recalling Eugene’s last statement, Ji Laili fell silent. What overwhelming confidence, Senior Eugene.

Laurie checked the time and reminded, “Lord Garna, one minute is up.”

Ji Laili keenly noticed the time limit and subtly observed as Garna clicked his tongue impatiently, inhaling another puff of smoke.

“Tch. Lucky you.”

So, this newly developed helmet has flaws after all.

“Luck? Can’t you just admit that it’s my skill?”

Eugene removed the helmet, his brows furrowed, clearly irritated that the Imperial Alpha dismissed his abilities as mere luck.

Garna suddenly fixed his gaze on him.

The intense stare made Eugene frown. “What the hell are you looking at?”

“…Seems like you do have some skill.”

Garna’s cryptic words made Eugene tense slightly, his guard rising.

But then, Garna shifted his gaze away, exhaling a cloud of smoke as he lazily pointed at the next person.

“You’re up next.”

Ji Laili followed his line of sight—and met Shen Yu’s calm gaze.

Their eyes locked for just a moment before Shen Yu averted his gaze, as if the contact had been purely incidental.

Yet Ji Laili saw the message in his eyes—Don’t worry.

He exhaled.

Damn. Even though he knew the “Little Butterfly” would do even better than Eugene, he still couldn’t help feeling concerned.

Shen Yu tapped the helmet, his disguised face showing a hint of irritation. “Looks like your paranoia has worsened since I’ve been gone.”

Garna seemed to pick up on something familiar in his tone.

His gaze shifted—no longer that of a predator eyeing an enemy, but still filled with suspicion.

“Lance. Never thought you’d turn out to be such a failure.”

“A failed undercover agent dares to return?”

“Lance” flashed an expression of fury, his previous irritation morphing into quiet anger.

“Garna! You don’t understand anything about the Federation. Their instincts are razor-sharp! Lasting three years as a mole was already a success.”

“Besides, I escaped from the Federation’s military academy. The real failures are the ones still stuck there.”

The Alpha curled his lips in a smug sneer, as if convincing himself. “You, an Alpha who’s lived in comfort, have no right to judge me.”

With that, he put on the helmet and coldly said, “Garna, just get on with it and finish your pointless paranoia.”

Garna’s eyes darkened. “You’re just as unpleasant as ever. Makes me want to deal with you myself.”

“Lance” smirked. “Too bad. I made it back alive. Looks like you won’t get the chance.”

As they spoke, Ji Laili and the others were completely dumbfounded.

Holy sh*t. Was that Shen Yu?

Was this the same Shen Yu who hated Alphas and treated every extra word like a gift?

His acting was too good.

Too good to be normal.

Or… was this guy actually not Shen Yu at all?

The group subtly glanced at Ji Laili for confirmation.

Eugene’s eyes darkened: The Shen Yu I know would never act like this. Could it be… we have an undercover agent among us?!

Zhai Yifei raised an eyebrow and silently shot him a glance: Zero chance.

Eugene glared: How can you be so sure? Do you know Shen Yu better than I do?

Everything about “Lance”—his demeanor, his speech patterns—was nothing like Shen Yu.

Eugene, who had been secretly observing Shen Yu and dreaming of surpassing him, refused to believe Shen Yu had suddenly developed such a skill!

Philo, however, thought there was an easy way to confirm it.

Hands in his pockets, he impatiently called out, “Oi, are you two done yet? If we’re doing this, can we hurry up?”

With that, he started walking toward Shen Yu.

Laurie, who had been dozing off, was jolted awake.

He had barely closed his eyes for a moment when Philo’s voice snapped him back to reality.

Laurie shot up, startled, just in time to see Philo heading straight for Shen Yu.

What the hell?!

Laurie instantly moved to stop him.

Face dark, he stepped in front of Philo, raising an arm. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?! Stand back—”

“Ah!”

Suddenly, Philo let out a pained cry.

Both Garna and “Lance” halted their conversation, their eyes snapping toward him.

Philo clutched his chest, staggering backward as if hit by an invisible force—

—And crashed right into Ji Laili.

Ji Laili instinctively caught him.

Philo, still gripping his chest, casually leaned against Ji Laili’s shoulder and grumbled, “It was just a single step, and you hit me that hard? Trying to kill me or what?”

Laurie froze, arm still raised. …What the fk?**

This guy is definitely an undercover agent too!

A chilling killing intent suddenly filled the room.

One wave of it targeted Philo.

The other… was directed straight at the utterly bewildered Laurie.

Laurie: “Lord Garna! I swear, I didn’t do anything!”

Perfect.

Garna’s hostility was aimed at Laurie.

Meanwhile, Ji Laili glanced at “Lance”—and sure enough, Shen Yu’s black eyes were locked onto Philo.

Philo smirked in triumph.

Confirmed. This guy is Shen Yu.

Ji Laili, Zhai Yifei, Eugene: “…”

What a way to test it.