I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

The lobby of Zhao Lie's villa in Jiangnan City.

Besides Fatty Li, there are dozens of S-class superhumans this time.

Outside, the blood-red rain pattered against the window with a dull thud, and a faint, fishy smell filled the air.

"This blood rain will not directly kill people, but it will pollute the water source."

Zhao Lie sat in the main seat, his gaze sweeping over the crowd. "The drinking water supply for ordinary people in Jiangnan City is going to be a problem. Is there any good solution?"

Everyone remained silent for a moment.

One of them stood up. "It's easy for us to get water from underground."

However, Liu Zhiqiang shook his head and said, "We don't know how many days the blood rain will last. What if it seeps into the groundwater?"

"That's what I'm worried about too," Zhao Lie said slowly. "Once the blood gets into the ground, it'll be troublesome."

"How about... we ask the boss?" someone suggested in a low voice.

Fatty Li glanced at him and said irritably, "Those guys were clamoring for the boss to die a few days ago. Do you think that's possible?"

The man immediately fell silent.

As everyone knows, Wang Wei is untrustworthy and holds grudges.

Just a few days ago, those ordinary people, incited by Qian Mengxun, were besieging Wang Wei.

This means that Wang Wei simply doesn't care whether they live or die.

"Alas, heaven's sins may be forgiven, but self-inflicted sins are unforgivable," one sighed.

"Why are these ordinary people following this trend? What right do they have to interfere in the affairs of those with superpowers?"

Sitting in the main seat, Zhao Lie smiled bitterly: "They also want to survive, so they are desperately choosing sides."

"Too bad, we stood in the wrong spot," Fatty Li added quietly.

"Yes," Zhao Lie said, deeply moved. "If you stand in the wrong place, it's too late."

"So, with so many people, we're just going to ignore them?" Liu Zhiqiang couldn't help but ask.

In addition to the 30,000 to 40,000 survivors in Jiangnan City, the alliance also transferred 70,000 to 80,000 people over.

There are now over ten thousand ordinary people in Jiangnan City. If we leave them to fend for themselves...

Everyone fell silent again.

"Let's store some first." Zhao Lie didn't have any better ideas either. "You guys take charge and store as much groundwater as possible."

"But we need enough containers," one person muttered to himself.

Zhao Lie frowned, about to speak, when suddenly his gaze sharpened, and he stood up and walked out.

Everyone was taken aback, then got up and followed them out.

"What's wrong?" Fatty Li asked, "Another horde of zombies?"

Zhao Lie shook his head: "They are people. A group of foreign superhumans."

Everyone was overjoyed upon hearing this—Wang Wei needed a superhuman, and this was practically a gift delivered to their doorstep!

"Then what are we waiting for?" someone with a fiery temper said. "Let's take them down!"

"You're going?" Zhao Lie glanced at him. "The other side has nearly a hundred S-rank fighters."

"So many?" the man exclaimed in surprise.

"Come with me and take a look," Zhao Lie said, and flew out first.

The others quickly followed.

Fatty Li hesitated for a moment, then followed—although he was only an A-level, he still had to show his loyalty to Wang Wei.

Fatty Li saw it clearly: apart from Wang Wei, Jiangnan City wasn't worth so many S-level ability users from overseas coming here.

The group used their supernatural abilities to protect themselves.

Although the blood rain was gradually increasing in intensity, it didn't get on them at all.

-

Outside the city, a group of superhumans dressed in strange clothes quickly approached Jiangnan City.

Zhao Lie took the lead, his body crackling with lightning, blocking their path.

"What are you doing in Jiangnan City?"

These people with superpowers are clearly not from the same faction.

They were in groups of several dozen, maintaining a certain distance from each other.

One of the white men spoke in broken Chinese: "We are from North America, and we wish to see Mr. Wang Wei."

"We come from Northern Europe, and we are here for Mr. Wang Wei."

"We come from..."

More than a dozen people spoke up one after another.

Although they are from different places, they have the same goal—they are all here for Wang Wei.

Zhao Lie frowned: "What do you want with him?"

"I cannot disclose that information," the white man said seriously. "We need to communicate directly with Mr. Wang Wei."

Zhao Lie was silent for a moment, then said, "Come with me." He didn't sense any hostility from these people.

Moreover—Wang Wei probably also hopes they will all go.

Within the Jinxiu Tiancheng residential community,

Zhao Lie said to them, "Elect a representative to go in."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Eight people stepped forward at the same time.

These eight people come from different factions.

Zhao Lie led them into Building No. 1.

Zhao Lie arrived at the door and was about to knock.

The door was opened by Zhou Yao.

"Go in," Zhao Lie said to the eight people behind him.

Zhao Lie went in first.

Once everyone had come in, the originally spacious living room felt somewhat crowded.

Wang Wei sat on the sofa, calmly watching these people.

The white man spoke first, speaking haltingly in broken Chinese: "Mr. Wang Wei, on behalf of the Astrology Society, I extend my greetings to you."

"The priests send their greetings."

"The Church of Spirituality..."

"The Warlock Order..."

"The spiritual medium circle..."

"The Divine Word Order..."

"The Shaman Temple..."

"Nadiye..."

Eight people took turns announcing their home addresses, and their Chinese was worse than the last.

Wang Wei's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, as if he were listening to noise.

"Don't speak Chinese"

Wang Wei calmly spoke in English.

"We use English to say say"

After Wang Wei finished speaking, the eight people opposite him were stunned.

The living room fell silent for a moment.

Zhou Yao stared at Wang Wei in disbelief.

Where does his confidence come from?

Wang Wei frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

He looked at Zhao Lie, "Did you understand?"

Zhao Lie nodded subconsciously, "I understand."

Wang Wei secretly breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If Zhao Lie can understand it, then there's no problem.

Zhou Yao tried hard to suppress her laughter, her shoulders trembling violently.

Wang Wei glanced at her and sighed.

Zhou Yao can't cook well.

I tried teaching him a foreign language, but he didn't respond.

Otherwise, how could he be so passive?

"Let's continue," Wang Wei said helplessly. "What are you all doing here?"

The white man understood Wang Wei's words and immediately said, "Our astrology society wants to pledge allegiance to you."

"The priesthood is also..."

The cult of spirits, sorcerer groups, mediums, religious orders, shamanic temples, and Nadiye all expressed their opinions.

These foreign organizations all share the same goal!

Zhao Lie felt a chill run down his spine.

Seek refuge with Wang Wei?

Did these organizations divine or predict something?

He knew that Wang Wei's strength was almost invincible.

But Wang Wei has never left Jiangnan City, so why would these foreign organizations travel thousands of miles to surrender to him?

Zhou Yao stood there, stunned.

Wang Wei glanced at the group and said, "If that's the case, then you can get going."

Hearing this, Zhao Lie's heart skipped a beat.

On the road again!

These people clearly harbored no hostility; in fact, they had come to surrender.

Is Wang Wei insane...?

I don't accept burdens.

Wang Wei looked at the eight people with a smile.

The expressions on the eight people's faces changed slightly.

The white man quickly replied, "We can make a long-term deal with you."

"A deal?" Wang Wei leaned back on the sofa, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. "Tell me about it."