Chapter 111: The Cruel Factory

Since they were saving lives, the sooner the better. Thus, once Wan Xiaoling and the other man arrived, they began operating in shifts in the middle of the night.

“Okay, next.”

Zhang Liang carefully covered the disturbed soil with loose earth, picked up the backpack in his hand, and made his way to the next location.

This was one of the two routes that had to be taken to reach the factory district. On the other side, Zhen Ye was carrying out the same task. They were not doing this for anyone else—it was a matter of staying alive themselves…

The spacing and positioning of the devices were arranged entirely according to their maximum killing radius, and the explosive yield was sufficient even against light armor…

After walking a hundred meters beyond the restricted area, the four began throwing stone fragments outward, then stepped on the scattered stones and returned to the shore.

Lian Yunshuang grew increasingly astonished. In her eyes, Xiya’s boxing was riddled with openings, yet Xiya’s speed and strength were astonishing. Only through her exquisite palm techniques could she manage to hold her own.

The final step was to polish it into shape. Zhu Yao did not let down her guard either. Following the formation’s trajectory, she slowly polished the sword blade until it was smooth, all without wasting any spiritual energy.

“Hey, Spatial Deity, shouldn’t gods exist in the Sixth Dimension? Why are you here?”

Bai Jinyin flashed into existence atop the head of the Steel Bird and questioned the being from above.

“Your Majesty, please calm yourself. In truth, this may well be an opportunity.”

The Eagle suddenly spoke.

“Indeed. But the Izu province is rather useless—tasteless to consume, yet a pity to discard.”

Yamamoto Kansuke seemed deep in thought, though Takeda Shingen had clearly heard his earlier muttering.

As the cries of battle within the castle grew louder, the elder Toshima Minonokami came out of his residence in the Third Bailey to investigate, only to be slain by the ashigaru under Narita Yasutsugu. Shimada Deawanokami and Yamada Kawachinokami led seven of their own samurai in an attempt to stop Narita Yasutsugu’s pursuers, but they were hopelessly outnumbered and killed as well.

First, it was her master, who had been with her day and night, developing feelings for her. Then her fellow disciple fell deeply in love with her. Even the leader of another school who happened to visit became captivated by her at first sight.

“I’m helping you see yourself clearly. Ancient Song has traveled throughout this world. If you cannot even endure this degree of cold, do you really intend to challenge Ancient Song? Don’t you think that’s foolish?”

Liu Xin was not angry. Instead, she continued trying to persuade him.

The entire conference room suddenly became oppressively tense. Everyone knew what it meant for a single-soldier combat unit to accelerate to cosmic speed within one second.

“That would be too much. We’re already deeply grateful that you helped us find a hospital. We can’t let you spend any more money.”

Zhang Donghai spoke with a troubled expression.

They drifted and fluttered down in front of the traveling tent. As though they had sensed something unusual, they looked this way and that, hopping and darting about.

Xiao Yunfei walked in boldly, cursing inwardly: If they had opened the door earlier, I wouldn’t have wasted so much ammunition and energy. It seems they were determined to make me pay. Still, this works out—the Azure Dragon has not escaped.

Another one was gone. Madam Wang still remembered that Master Wang’s spirit tablet had been placed in the Wang family ancestral shrine. Now another tablet would have to be added.

Because Zhang Donghai had been the one responsible for that matter, all the power of faith generated by their worship was conveyed to him.

Yet in Zhang Donghai’s eyes, the dark-skinned man’s movements were pitifully slow. He thrust one foot skyward. To everyone watching, it seemed that Zhang Donghai had merely extended his leg, while the other man had charged straight into it with all his force.

“Brother Donghong, help me slaughter the sheep in a moment.”

Zhang Donghai led the sheep back to his old home. The Tang saber in his pack was the perfect tool for slaughtering it.

The submachine gun returned to Meng Fan’s hands, but Meng Fan did not move at all. His expression was equally grim. Narrowing his eyes, he tried to figure out what the old man meant.

At that moment, on the outskirts of the Eastern Victory Sect, a violet-eyed youth was thinking about the rules Xian Zhen had explained to him, and his frustration was beyond words.

The Flame and Yellow Emperors joined forces to quell the disorder and fought Chiyou in an immense, protracted battle at Zhuolu, known to history as the Battle of Zhuolu.

Right—the safe! The documents!

Fan Yanyan’s heart jolted. He hurriedly turned his head and looked around. When he saw the safe beside the bed, he finally let out a sigh of relief. He tried to lift it, but this time, no matter what he did, he could not move it.