Chapter 67: Ji Laili Never Looked Back

With sky-high confidence and a massive bottle of antidote in hand, the so-called savior rushed to rescue others—only to be met with a wave of public scolding.

The loudest among them? Lei Po.

“Ji Laili! Even a one-second man is faster than you! Can’t you learn a thing or two from them?”

“Any slower, and I’d be needing a damn funeral service!”

Ji Laili’s mouth twitched. “…Bro, do you even hear yourself?”

If a one-second man isn’t fast, then what’s the point?

What the hell was Lei Po trying to make him learn? This vile, wicked man!

For a moment, the little savior pup seriously considered not saving him anymore.

Lei Po spat out a mouthful of blood, wiped his thumb across his lips, then looked back with an arrogant grin.

“I said, you’re slow.”

“What, you got a problem with that?”

With a single slash, he cut down an Empire Alpha who got too close. A fresh wound marked his face, but his cocky attitude remained untouched.

“If you took any longer, that poison bastard would be dead by now.”

He tilted his chin toward Zhai Yifei, his tone deliberately provoking. “Young Master Zhai, you still breathing over there?”

“You’ve been silent for ages—don’t tell me…” Lei Po’s lips curled mockingly. “You’re actually dead?”

The moment he finished speaking, several Empire Alphas lunged at him.

Lei Po: !!!

Startled, he barely had time to react. He kicked one attacker away, only to nearly get ambushed from behind.

Damn these sneaky Empire bastards!

Bang! A gunshot rang out.

A quantum bullet grazed past Lei Po’s cheek, the shockwave whipping his hair back and burning his skin with its force.

“Tch.” Lei Po scowled. His handsome face was definitely injured.

He lifted a hand—yep, blood.

Turning his head, he saw Zhai Yifei lowering his gun, his gaze cold and disdainful.

Lei Po let out a sharp laugh. “You really do live up to your title, Poison Bastard. Looks like you’re doing just fine.”

Zhai Yifei’s face was as pale as Shen Yu’s, nearly ghostly white from blood loss and mental strain. Cold sweat soaked his dark hair.

And yet, he still sent multiple Empire Alphas flying.

With a particularly petty touch—he threw them all toward Lei Po.

“Crude and uncivilized.”

Zhai Yifei’s cold remark was laced with mockery as he spared Lei Po a glance. “For a moment, I couldn’t tell you apart from those Empire brutes.”

“…Don’t think I won’t beat your ass just because you’re injured!”

Lei Po’s arrogant tone carried a hint of gritted teeth.

“Po-ge is just as annoyingly dramatic as ever. Seems like he’s fine.”

Since he wasn’t nearby, Ji Laili freely roasted his teammate.

Just then, Lei Po’s voice rang out from below—

“Hurry up and hand over that antidote! I’m gonna wreck these bastards!”

“On it!”

Ji Laili called back before turning to Shen Yu, his eyes curving into a smile. “I’m heading down.”

Shen Yu withdrew his cold, displeased gaze from the battlefield.

Maybe it was because there were too many enemies, or maybe because Lei Po was too caught up in his “call me, I’ll wreck them” energy, but the guy wasn’t even aware of Shen Yu’s death glare.

For the first time, Shen Yu’s lethal stare failed to have any effect.

But the moment Ji Laili spoke, those previously cold, irritated eyes immediately softened.

He looked up slightly, his expression carrying an almost obedient air as he gazed at Ji Laili.

“Alright.”

“I won’t let you get hurt.”

Shen Yu’s voice was calm, as if stating the most natural fact in the world. “Don’t look back. These trash aren’t worth a scratch on you.”

Powerful and unwavering—that was the sense of security Shen Yu gave people.

Ji Laili couldn’t help but smile.

Really… what a dazzling person.

Meeting Shen Yu’s quiet, slightly puzzled gaze, Ji Laili playfully winked.

“That really puts me at ease. As expected of you, Shen-xuezhang.”

The curly-haired, chestnut-haired boy grinned widely.

Shen Yu’s eyelashes trembled, happiness filling his eyes.

At the same time… there was a hint of awkwardness.

He had received countless compliments in his life, but Ji Laili’s words felt different. They made him truly happy.

After a brief moment of banter, Ji Laili turned serious. “The Empire forces are gathering.”

“Po-ge really… I have every reason to believe he’s still pissed about how long I took to get here. He’s practically screaming just to draw more aggro.”

“But that works for us.” Ji Laili’s grin turned sharp.

“Time for the savior to lend a hand.”

Calling himself a savior was embarrassing—but also kind of exhilarating.

Ji Laili flashed a bright, toothy grin. Damn those idiots for being so over-the-top. Now he was acting like a chūnibyō too.

Laughing, he reached up and adjusted the goggles pressing against his hair.

So much for keeping a straight face.

Meanwhile, Shen Yu hated how Ji Laili kept mentioning Lei Po and the others. At this moment, it was just the two of them standing side by side.

Yet that disgusting Alpha still managed to steal Ji Laili’s attention.

Shen Yu instinctively wanted to glare at Lei Po again—when suddenly, his vision darkened.

Something heavy was placed over his face.

The thick goggles covered his eyes, their blue light flickering before shutting off after failing to recognize a user signal.

Through the faint blue tint of the lenses, Ji Laili’s chestnut curls and playful smirk came into view as he turned slightly, eyes curved into a grin.

“Then stop looking at those trash Alphas.”

“Just look at me.”

Through the goggles, Ji Laili still shone brilliantly.

Even though he was past his teenage years, he was still passionate, still full of joy, still fearless.

“I’m charging in!”

He raised his hand, aiming the launcher at the grand chandelier in the distance. A carefree laugh slipped from his lips.

“Savior trial mode, online.”

Right before firing, Ji Laili turned back and smiled at Shen Yu.

“Xuezhang, the goggles can display rankings. Want to take a guess—what place do you think I’ll be in?”

Shen Yu froze.

Before they set out, he had vividly imagined Ji Laili taking first place.

But right now, no Alpha would be thinking about rankings.

No Alpha would be bold enough to care about such things at this moment.

“Then I’ll leave my back to you, Xuezhang.”

With that, Ji Laili leaped from the second floor.

His figure was sharp and agile, diving down with precision. Without the goggles obscuring his face, his features were fully visible—clear-cut and intensely focused.

Moments ago, he had been calling himself a savior. But now, in action, there was no trace of arrogance or self-importance in him.

Just as he was about to land, Ji Laili raised his hand.

The launcher fired a cable.

Engaging his core, he shifted his momentum, swinging smoothly through the air.

Gunfire erupted behind him in rapid succession.

At one point, bullets whizzed so close they nearly grazed his body.

Hay fever was such a strange thing—sometimes it dulled his senses completely, and other times, it heightened them.

Right now, he could clearly smell the gunpowder lingering in the air.

Even more overwhelming was the thick scent of blood—raw, metallic, and suffocating.

The entire medical building reeked of it.

The reality of it was terrifying.

His body tensed, a chill creeping up his spine.

Ji Laili wasn’t as relaxed as he appeared.

He was afraid of failure too.

The weight of everyone’s expectations rested on his shoulders.

Failure was not an option.

He would never allow himself to fail.

Still, some nerves were inevitable.

Every time he sensed danger behind him, his body reacted instinctively—tense, alert, pushing him forward to eliminate the threat.

It was a primal unease that came with exposing his back to an open battlefield.

But Ji Laili never looked back.

He trusted Shen Yu.