An Zhe felt that this scene was a bit familiar. He thought about it and confirmed that the Judge wasn’t simply performing patrol tasks. He was teaching new people, just like Boss Shaw and his apprentices. However, Lu Feng didn’t use the same method as Boss Shaw. He taught very bluntly and wasn’t a qualified mentor.

An Zhe waited for the next deduction. Then he found that although Lu Feng’s teachings were very rigid, this person’s attitude wasn’t perfunctory as he asked, “The result?”

“Reporting to Colonel.” The young judge replied, “Combining all the indicators, the person on trial belongs to the human race.”

“The reason for the abnormal indicators I mentioned?”

“He is frightened of you.”

Lu Feng’s lips curved.

CHAPTER 11

For the first time, An Zhe saw Lu Feng smile—although they had only met once and the smile was minimal. It was just that in this minuscule smile, An Zhe saw that the Judge was slightly looking for something today. Then the little smile disappeared and Lu Feng’s expression face returned. Only his long, white fingers played with his dark gun, the action completely dangerous.

An Zhe wondered, “Can I go now?”

Lu Feng was still expressionless as he asked, “What are you doing here?”

An Zhe answered truthfully, “I work here.”

“First or second floor?”

“…Third floor.”

“Oh.”

There was a long silence until the sound of the young judge’s recording stopped. Then the young judge said, “There are no abnormalities in the language while being interrogated. This corroborates the judgment that the person on trial is human.”

An Zhe saw Lu Feng glance at the young judge but it didn’t look like a compliment.

He asked again, “Can I—”

Lu Feng interrupted. “You can go.”

“Thank you.” An Zhe turned quickly and returned to the entrance, sitting down at the store selling potato soup. He really wanted to drink it today.

The price of the base-supplied potato soup in the residential area was 0.3R while the price here was 1R. The difference between the two was very obvious. Here, the concentration of soup had increased by at least three times. In addition to the potatoes that were almost completely boiled and melted, the soup had minced meat and perhaps a little bit of milk. The sweet aroma floated in the air.

The spoon was white. An Zhe picked up the spoon and scooped up the soup. He blew the white steam and then put it in his mouth, swallowing it. In the midst of the dense water vapor, he squinted while eating in a satisfied manner. It would’ve been better if there was no Judge present. An Zhe ate slowly, serious and quiet, without making any noise. After approximately 20 minutes, he finished eating and began to adjust his mindset, ready to pass by the Judge and leave here.