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"Kid, you'd better leave your people and belongings behind, or don't blame us for being impolite." A guild leader took two steps forward, his tone clearly threatening. Seven or eight guild members simultaneously stepped forward, surrounding Su Mu. Their hands were on their weapons, ready to attack at any moment.

Su Mu hugged Lin Yuwei even tighter.

The spear tip pointed downwards, resting against the ground, the shaft slightly tilted. With a flick of his wrist, he could raise the spear tip upwards, piercing the throat of the nearest person in less than half a second.

He didn't want to kill anyone here, but if these people insisted on courting death, he wouldn't mind granting their wish.

"What are you doing?"

A deep voice came from outside the crowd.

It wasn't very large, but the kind of imposing presence that comes from long-term command, the kind that silences people without any effort, made everyone present subconsciously shut their mouths. The crowd automatically parted to make way for a person in special combat gear who walked in... carrying an alloy shield, his massive size like a mountain, each step making the ground tremble slightly.

Behind him followed a lean man with a Tang sword at his waist, his steps light and agile, like a cheetah ready to pounce on its prey. Old Wei and Zhao Cheng.

The presidents present all knew them.

These are the military's elite soldiers, not ordinary soldiers... On the eastern defensive line, these people are even more ferocious at killing monsters than professionals, capable of taking on level six or seven monsters in close combat, their teamwork is outrageously seamless. Even the military has arrived; things have escalated.

Old Wei and Zhao Cheng walked to the center of the crowd, their gazes sweeping over the guild leaders before settling on Su Mu, and they nodded slightly.

The movement was so subtle that only Su Mu could notice it.

Zhao Cheng spoke, his tone sincere, his gaze fixed on Su Mu's direction: "The commander has returned and will soon gather everyone to plan the breakout and escort you to the cable car escape point. After that, we need to make strategic plans to deal with the mutated beasts. Please... show mercy."

Those present assumed Zhao Cheng was speaking to them... after all, Su Mu had his back to them, and Zhao Cheng was looking directly at the guild leaders in their eyes. The guild leaders exchanged glances, secretly relieved: the military was offering them a way out.

They didn't want to oppose the military, nor could they afford to. Leaving aside the military's heavy weaponry, they had already witnessed the strength of that Black Kill Squad; they were simply no match for them. Now that the military had taken the initiative, it was a perfect opportunity for them to back down.

They don't want to go against the military, nor can they afford to.

Putting aside the military's heavy weapons, that Black Kill squad alone would be enough to give them a run for their money. Now that the military has taken the initiative to speak, it's a perfect opportunity for them to back down.

"Since it's the military's face, we should naturally give it to them," one of the association leaders said with a laugh.

"Yes, yes, we definitely have to give the military face," another person chimed in.

"Let's talk about it after the meeting, no rush."

Several people spoke up, their tone carrying an arrogant air of "we're not afraid of you, we're just giving the military face." But Lao Wei and Zhao Cheng didn't look at them. Their gazes remained fixed on Su Mu, and they didn't respond to what the others were saying.

Su Mu held Lin Yuwei in his arms and glanced at the presidents around him.

His gaze was indifferent, so indifferent that it was as if he were looking at a group of things that weren't worth a second glance.

Then he turned and walked towards the edge of the crowd. The people automatically made way for him... not because they wanted him to leave, but because Lao Wei and Zhao Cheng were still standing there.

Old Wei and Zhao Cheng exchanged a glance and simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief.

They'd heard from the captain that this guy was on par with the captain, and even suppressed him, forcing the captain to use that special equipment. These people dared to offend him? They wouldn't even know how they died.

"The commander invites you to a meeting in an hour. Would you please come over?" Zhao Cheng said to Su Mu's back, his tone more polite than before.

Su Mu didn't speak, nor did he stop walking; his figure quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Zhao Cheng didn't mind; as long as the message was delivered, that was enough.

The association leaders still assumed that the military was speaking to them.

Some said, "We'll naturally go to the meeting," others said, "We still have to give the military face," and still others said, "It's not too late to deal with that woman's matter after the meeting." Old Wei and Zhao Cheng exchanged a glance but offered no explanation.

They actually hoped these people would cause trouble for Su Mu...it would be good to teach these arrogant fools a lesson.

......

Su Mu found a relatively clean room in the buildings near the power plant. The door could still be closed, and although half of the window was broken, at least there were curtains to draw.

He placed Lin Yuwei on the bed. As soon as her body touched the bed, she curled up slightly and let out a muffled whimper, as if something was blocking her mouth.

Su Mu rummaged through his backpack and pulled out a small bottle of recovery potion. He pried open Lin Yuwei's mouth and poured it down her throat. The potion flowed down her throat, and she swallowed it after a slight movement.

This needs to be recorded in the books, and we'll ask for payment when she wakes up. We've already settled the score for what we owed her before, the egg-sharing incident. This is a new debt.

The medicine takes effect very quickly.

Lin Yuwei's wounds began to heal at a visible speed... The deepest wound, which stretched from her shoulder to her chest, began to shrink at the edges, and the newly formed pink granulation tissue gradually filled the crack.

The bleeding stopped, and the skin slowly covered her face. Her complexion changed from deathly pale to ashen, and then to a slightly flushed color.

Su Mu sat on a chair by the bed, his hands crossed on his knees, staring at the ground.

He dared not look at Lin Yuwei.

It's not that I don't want to watch, it's that I can't watch.

Her wounds were healing, her breathing was steady, her body temperature was rising... but that aura was even stronger.

It hasn't weakened, it's become stronger.

Like a suppressed flame, it burned within her, seeping out from every pore, into the air, into his nostrils, and arousing the most primal, instinctive, and irrational desires within him.

His golden blood was surging.

That feeling wasn't desire; it was a purer, more primal longing, like that of a wild beast encountering a rare and precious treasure.

Su Mu took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He stood up, walked to the window, and drew the curtains even tighter.

He needed to stabilize himself before she woke up. Otherwise, he didn't know what he might do once she was awake.