Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

“In the past, the cold waves made the whole of Belleburg feel suffocated, so they were allowed to have a little more fun. But now it’s different.”

"This is Beloborg, which was protected by the builders. It should not have tolerated these selfish insects long ago, and it should not have been allowed to take advantage of us."

Sangbo said indignantly:

"That's right, we've given them face! I, General Sambo Kosky, a five-star general, will lead the charge and nip all evil in the bud!"

Sambo's participation in the battle on behalf of the city builders undoubtedly signifies his intention to overhaul all aspects of Beloborg's operations.

Within days, almost all well-known large enterprises and brands were thoroughly investigated.

If Sambo can enter without any hindrance, and everyone looks pleasing to the eye and has no problems, then there will be no issue at all.

Those who prevent Sambo from entering... or those who make a fuss and try to obstruct him... well, they're just unlucky.

They even dared to give a hard time to Lord Sambo, whom Cocolia had appointed. That's unacceptable!

"Have you heard? That blue-haired guy has recently confiscated the property of almost every noble family he knows!"

"Yes... It's so unreasonable to lock people up in jail without any substantial evidence!"

"Hmph, those people who stopped Iron Guard and that blue-haired guy, what else could they be if they weren't hiding something? They deserved it!"

"I don't know what you're thinking. Those families are so arrogant that they're giving the blue-haired guy appointed by the Great Guardian a hard time. Do we even need evidence for that? Doesn't disrespecting public officials count?"

"But they have practically taken control of every sector in Belleburg. If we arrest them like this, what will happen in the future? In the end, we'll just have to release them to resume production."

a few days later.

Not only was there no news of their release, Sambo's behavior became even more arrogant.

A job posting was also displayed on the bulletin board of the administrative district.

The gist of it is that the nobles' properties were all taken over by the city builders overnight, and all the managers were dismissed.

"Huh? A job posting?"

"Seriously? We're really just going to ignore them?!"

"I heard that many of the manufacturing materials and blueprints were destroyed by the nobles in advance. How does Your Excellency intend to manufacture it? Will you develop new processes?"

"Hey friend, how about we head over to the Goethe Hotel and grab some fries?"

"What time is it, and you're still thinking about fries? Don't you have any ambition? Do you even remember your dreams?!"

"I remember, go to the Goethe Hotel and get some fries."

"..."

A portly clerk, carrying a briefcase, walked silently across the administrative district square, glancing left and right, and scratching his head involuntarily.

"Where's Huan-ge? Didn't you say you'd treat me to fries?"

Chapter 197 My Accomplice Has Arrived

"Hahaha... Look what I found!"

"Wow, you've found something good?"

"Right? Brother Dao isn't here, and a lot of people have been arrested, so it's my turn to deliver food today!"

At this moment, March 7th was smugly taking out his phone to make a video call with Yan.

Yan squinted, looking at the dark mass of people on the other end of the phone, and asked in confusion:

"So, what are you trying to show me, all this dark stuff? Your shiny bald head?"

"Huh? Can't you see clearly over there?"

"What do you think."

"..."

Paji——

On March 7th, he lit a small candle, placed it in front of the rear camera of his phone, and asked Yan:

"Can you see it clearly now?"

"Look closely, your fingers are so white and thin, you might as well chop them off. What's the point of this candle with such a small lighting range, just to see your fingers?"

"..."

Hearing the two arguing beside her, Natasha weakly raised her head and looked to the side.

It was a red-haired loser holding a cell phone and a candle, talking to someone on the phone.

Her eyes were bloodshot, as if she had dropped out of elementary school and gone out into the underworld; she would basically be a negative example in the classroom.

pat.

Natasha turned on her flashlight, illuminating the tattered candle on March 7th, and said in a deep voice:

"Now, even bringing me food is a hassle, a way of deliberately taking time to torture me?"

"Ah...the report is vague, the report is vague."

March 7th hurriedly tossed the candle aside, put his phone back in his pocket, picked up the tray of food from the ground, and slipped it through the pre-existing gap into Natasha's iron cage.

"..."

As was her custom, Natasha would always ask this question at every meal:

How are the children now?

"Children? I haven't even had a chance to have one yet."

"Ok?"

Natasha looked at the redhead strangely and said disdainfully:

"You seem a little mentally unstable. Have you been infected by something strange?"

"what?"

"I'm asking you how those children who were fostered at my clinic are doing now."

"Oh, how would I know?"

"..."

After hearing March 7's idiotic reply clearly through the video call, Yan was speechless.

Why don't you just go along with what others say?

"You mean...they're dead?" Natasha glared at March 7, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

That glare made March 7's heart skip a beat for no reason, and he quickly explained:

"Uh, what I mean is... I'm new here, I don't even know where the child you're talking about is, or even who you are."

"Is that so?"

Natasha scrutinized March 7's appearance, seemingly having never seen him before, and asked curiously:

"What happened to the guy who used to bring me food? Is he dead?"

"He's not dead. He's probably already in jail by the Iron Guards."

Did the mission fail?

"No, we tricked them."

"..."

Natasha pursed her cherry lips, scrutinizing the red-haired, broom-headed guy repeatedly. He seemed a bit dim-witted.

"Did you... take those pills too?" Natasha asked tentatively.

"Pills? Oh... those, I took them, they didn't taste very good."

"..."

Upon hearing this answer, Natasha finally sighed and uttered a low sound:

"Don't you want to live either? I've always felt that... your actions are meaningless. This won't make Belloberg any better. Moths flying into a flame and giving up on yourself won't save anything."

She didn't know exactly how long she had been held captive, but roughly estimated it to be at least a month.

During this period, the people living in the cave changed constantly.

Aside from a few exceptionally strong individuals, almost every time someone seeks treatment from Natasha, the person changes every so often.

"what."

Suddenly, on March 7th, it was discovered that Yan had stopped talking and instead started typing for her.

Staring at the message Yan Huan sent on the screen, March 7th slightly raised her head and asked, knowing the answer already:

"Oh, you wouldn't happen to be the famous Dr. Natasha from Rocky Hill, would you?"

"I'm not exactly famous, I just want to do what I can."

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

"...Ask away."

"it is good."

On March 7th, sitting cross-legged in the iron cage under the light of Natasha's flashlight, he took out paper and pen from his pocket and asked:

"Name."

"..."

"Name!"

"Natasha."

With a few swishing sounds, March 7th began to be written on the paper.

"..."

"gender."