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The meeting was held on the first floor of the power plant's main building, where a large military tent was erected directly in the open space in front of the building, completely different from the temporary sheds around it.

The tent's canvas was dark green, and its corners were secured to the ground with steel cables. Soldiers stood guard at the entrance, but they didn't check invitation cards... Clearly, those who could get here were invited.

Su Mu lifted the curtain and went inside.

The tent was larger than he had expected, capable of holding over a hundred people. The interior was simply furnished... folding tables and chairs were arranged in rows, a projection screen was in front, and several maps hung on the walls, marked with various symbols in red and blue.

There were already some people sitting on the left, dressed in all sorts of clothes, but they were easy to tell by their demeanor... Those who sat upright with sharp eyes were military personnel; those who sat loosely and talked to each other in hushed tones were survivors.

Su Mu found a corner to sit down and began to observe the people present.

The five members of the Black Kill Squad sat in the front row on the left. Old Wei sat at the very edge, his alloy shield leaning against his chair, bearing several fresh claw marks that hadn't yet been cleaned off.

Zhao Cheng sat beside him, his Tang sword resting horizontally on his lap, his eyes closed as if he were resting. A Qi was fiddling with her flat metal box, her fingers dancing rapidly across the control panel.

Xiao Jiu was holding the pot of flowers. The color of the petals was deeper than when Su Mu last saw them, and the deep purple veins looked like they were about to drip.

Bai Liuxi sat in the middle. She had changed into a clean combat uniform, her long hair was still tied into a neat ponytail, and her face was expressionless.

She wasn't looking at anyone; her gaze was fixed on the map on the wall, as if she were doing some calculations. Su Mu noticed her seat... not at the very front, but directly facing the projection screen, offering the best view.

There was no need to emphasize it; everyone assumed she should be sitting there. That was the position of the elite group leader.

Three more people came in one after another.

The first one was a slightly overweight man in his forties, wearing an ill-fitting military uniform with a slightly protruding belly. He walked at a leisurely pace, as if he were taking a stroll in his own home.

Everyone called him "Fatty Qian," and he was in charge of logistics. When he came in, he greeted the soldiers at the door with a casual tone, as if he were buying vegetables at a market.

The second one was in his early thirties, lean and capable, wearing a well-fitting training uniform with a pistol at his waist.

His surname was Li, and he was in charge of managing ordinary soldiers. When he came in, his gaze swept around, lingering for a moment on the leaders of several guilds, before he sat down on the left with a blank expression.

Su Mu noticed his posture... not the stiff, upright posture of a soldier, but a more relaxed one, as if he could stand up and draw his gun at any moment.

The third one wore glasses, was very polite, and looked more like a university lecturer than a soldier.

His surname was Sun, and he was in charge of intelligence. He was carrying a stack of documents. When he came in, he whispered a few words to Fatty Qian, then sat down in the back row, spread the documents on the table, and began to look through them.

Su Mu withdrew his gaze from those people and began to observe the survivors who were entering the arena one after another.

At that time, there were a total of thirty-eight survivors in contact with the military, and they were now gradually entering the tent. Su Mu saw several familiar faces.

Zhang Peng walked in from outside the tent, leading the little zebra by the hand.

The foal seemed a little uncomfortable with so many people, snorting and kicking its hooves a few times on the canvas floor. Zhang Peng's gaze swept over the people in the tent, lingering on Su Mu for a moment... then immediately looked away, as if he had been burned.

He led his horse to the right rear row, found a corner to sit down, and didn't make any eye contact with Su Mu the entire time.

He Lin followed him in.

She was wearing a dark coat with the brim of her hat pulled low, obscuring most of her face.

But Su Mu recognized her posture... aloof and distant, like a blade of grass growing on the edge of a cliff. She sensed Su Mu's gaze, turned her head slightly, nodded to him, and then found a seat in the middle row on the right.

When Wang Chen walked in, Su Mu's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Anhan Square, scarlet vines, the one where they used live people as bait to blow up the vines.

He had changed into a black tactical jacket, a pistol tucked into his waistband, and was followed by two equally muscular men. His gaze swept over the survivors in the tent, lingering on a few of them for a moment... assessing, judging, and then looking away. He didn't look at Su Mu, and Su Mu didn't look at him either.

When the president of the foreign team walked in, the atmosphere in the tent subtly changed.

Blonde, white, and burly, with two pistols at his waist, followed by two equally tall men. His gaze swept over the survivors in the tent, lingering briefly on Bai Liuxi... before quickly shifting away. He found a seat and sat down without speaking.

Zhao Hongyuan, who is also the vice president of the cable company Su Mu belongs to, had threatened him before because of the transaction. This was the first time he had met Zhao Hongyuan in real life.

He was under thirty, with regular features, wearing a dark jacket, and his hair was neatly combed. Behind him were two equally well-dressed men, clearly elites of the Talented Ones Guild.

His gaze swept over the people in the tent, pausing briefly on Su Mu... There was no hostility in it, but rather a more subtle look, as if he were confirming something.

Then he moved away and sat in the front row.

Zhou Zhenguo was the last one to come in.

He was wearing a faded training uniform, and his face showed obvious fatigue, but his eyes were still bright. He saw Su Mu, nodded, and then sat down in the front row.

The tent gradually filled with people. There was a subtle tension in the air... There had been friction between different guilds, and some had even been enemies, but here, everyone maintained a cautious restraint.

Su Mu guessed that these people were either the leaders of major guilds or lone strongmen favored by the military. He figured that he was invited because he had shown his strength when he fought alongside Bai Liuxi and the others in the Dark Zone.

His gaze shifted from those people and began to focus on a few individuals who seemed somewhat different to him.

A woman sat in the corner, wrapped up tightly.

She was wearing a large coat, the hood pulled low, and a mask covering her face, revealing only her eyes. But Su Mu noticed her hands... the back of her hands, sticking out from under her sleeves, were green.

It's dyed, not from any residue; it's the natural color of my skin. An abnormal, dark green, like plant leaves.

She kept her head down and didn't talk to anyone. Several guild members tried to go over and talk to her, but she immediately raised her head, her eyes wary like a wild beast cornered against a wall. Those people awkwardly backed away.

A man walked in from outside the tent, and everyone's attention was drawn to him.

It wasn't because he was so strong, but because of his head... a dog's head.