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

A prophet? A savior? Chen Junjie?

The superhumans in the capital were taken aback and looked at each other in bewilderment.

When did Chen Junjie become a savior?

But looking at that group of ordinary people in tattered clothes, no one dared to voice their doubts.

"Let them in." The leading superhuman waved his hand, then whispered to the person beside him, "Report that someone has come to the base on foot."

One of the superhumans immediately headed towards the Alliance's location.

"Thank you, thank you..." Thousands of ordinary people expressed their gratitude repeatedly.

Soon, these people were placed in an empty area of ​​the underground city of Shangjing.

The underground city of the capital is fully equipped and brightly lit, with daily necessities neatly arranged in designated areas—rice, flour, cooking oil, drinking water, medicine, bedding, and everything else are readily available.

A massive ventilation and filtration system delivers fresh air to every floor, and lighting fixtures are arranged in strips of light that extend to the horizon.

This place is like a complete underground world, with streets, house numbers, public canteens, and even a temporary hospital.

It was a world of difference compared to the underground garages, abandoned factories, and damp air-raid shelters where they had previously hidden.

Many elderly people were moved to tears.

Even some young people had red eyes, struggling to hold back their tears.

A moment later, a middle-aged man in military uniform walked over.

He was tall and strong, with a resolute face, and the stars on his epaulets gleamed under the light.

"Fellow villager," the middle-aged man in military uniform introduced himself, his voice loud yet gentle. "I'm Du Ming. Where are you from?"

"Tiancheng." An old man spoke excitedly, his body trembling. "Sir, we are all from Tiancheng."

Du Ming quickly reached out to help the old man up: "Old man, please don't call us 'soldier.' We are—the people's soldiers."

The old man sized Du Ming up and down, a complex emotion flashing in his cloudy eyes, and said somewhat defiantly:

"The People's Liberation Army? Then why have you abandoned the people?"

Du Ming was speechless for a moment, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say.

Although the population relocation plan has been implemented for some time, it is impossible to relocate all the people in the Dragon Kingdom in such a short period of time.

Moreover, the military divided the area into zones according to the relocation plan—different military regions were responsible for different areas.

Tiancheng, however, happens to be outside the jurisdiction of the capital city.

But can he explain these things to an old man?

Is the explanation helpful?

Du Ming took a deep breath and said sincerely, "Old man, it's our fault for not doing our job properly."

The old man's trembling hand gripped Du Ming tightly, his knuckles turning white: "I know it's not your fault, you were just following orders."

"But—your one sentence, 'It wasn't done properly,' has cost tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of lives..."

"Grandpa!" A young man couldn't help but tug at the old man, his face full of tension, and he lowered his voice, "Don't talk nonsense."

The young man was clearly worried—they had finally found a place to stay, and they didn't want to be kicked out again because of a few wrong words.

"Where did I talk nonsense?" The old man's stubbornness flared up, and he shook off his grandson's hand.

"We're the only people left in Tiancheng. What nonsense am I spouting? Are we not allowed to tell the truth?"

Du Ming stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to say.

It's understandable that these people harbor resentment.

However, the military also faces difficulties—insufficient manpower, insufficient time, and limited coverage.

But he couldn't tell the old man about these difficulties.

The old man calmed himself down, took a few breaths, and then continued, "Alright, alright, I'm getting old, I shouldn't have said so much."

He looked at Du Ming and lowered his voice: "We were able to get here this time thanks to the prophet Chen Junjie."

Then, the old man recounted the whole story in detail.

How did Chen Junjie suddenly appear out of nowhere?

How can we tell them that there is still an eight-day safe period after the blood rain?

How to guide them to the six major bases...

After listening, Du Ming said solemnly, "So, Chen Junjie has been rescuing those who haven't been evacuated yet?"

"Yes," the old man replied. "The prophet is not only saving people, but also killing those cannibalistic superhumans."

"Those beasts... they're treating the people of Tiancheng as food..."

The old man's eyes reddened, and his voice choked with emotion.

People around them lowered their heads, and some sobbed softly.

Du Ming took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "The information you brought back is very important. I will report it immediately."

He looked at the others, his voice gentle yet firm: "You can all stay here and make yourselves at home. This is your home."

"Waaah—"

Some women in the crowd couldn't help but cry quietly.

Du Ming then instructed someone to deliver the rations of supplies to them before turning to leave.

---

Inside the conference room at the alliance headquarters, a dozen people sat together.

On the huge projection screen, images of the survivors of Tiancheng being placed were displayed.

Dewey listened to the report below, his expression slightly moved.

He held the teacup, but didn't drink it.

He originally thought Chen Junjie had betrayed the alliance, but he never expected that he was doing these things.

Dewey believed he was wholeheartedly devoted to the Chinese nation, but in these details, he was far from doing enough.

"We should send people to provide support!" One of the Alliance's ability users stood up.

"Now that Junjie has become a god-level superhuman, we can't let him associate with that devil Wang Wei!"

"That's right." Another person stood up. "It's not hard to see from what Junjie has done that he is wholeheartedly devoted to the Dragon Kingdom."

"Who is Wang Wei? A scumbag who devours his own people!"

Upon hearing this, Dewey didn't say much, but simply nodded slowly.

However, apart from those present, all the other members of the Alliance with superpowers were directly commanded by Elder Liu.

Moreover, most of the superhumans were guarding water sources and granaries, so they couldn't get away at all.

Therefore, he can only mobilize a limited number of people.

After a moment's thought, Dewey said in a deep voice, "It's time to make a move regarding Qian Mengxun and the people from the Divine Alliance."

Although the members of the Divine Alliance have returned to the alliance, they have not been given important positions and have remained on the fringes of the alliance.

This is exactly the kind of thing that comes in handy.

---

Jiangnan City.

"Hahaha—I did it, Fatty!"

Fatty Li's arrogant voice echoed throughout the entire Jiangnan City, its roar so powerful that even the blood rain was shaken and tilted.

He was standing on the ruins of the villa.

Because a hole 20 meters in diameter had been punched in the roof of his villa, the entire building was teetering on the brink of collapse, as if it had been hit by a giant iron pestle from the sky.

Fatty Li activated his supernatural power, and the colossal pillar in the sky stirred up the red cumulus clouds like a stabilizing needle.

The clouds that filled the sky were instantly shattered.

In an instant, the sky above Jiangnan City cleared up again, and not a single drop of blood rained down.

The two S-class female superhumans had returned to Fatty Li's side, one on his left and one on his right.

The two of them watched Li Pangzi display his prowess with great interest, their eyes shining brightly.

A moment later, Fatty Li reluctantly withdrew his superpower.

Red cumulus clouds quickly covered Jiangnan City again, and the blood rain fell once more.

"S-rank!" Fatty Li felt the powerful superpower within him and was filled with pride.

He turned to look at the two female superhumans beside him, a surge of energy appearing in his eyes.

This is only S-rank. If he were to advance to SSS-rank, just how powerful would his second brother become?

It's simply unbelievable!

"Let's go!" Fatty Li grabbed one of them with each arm. "Let's go cultivate!"

His villa is ruined; the furniture, appliances, and flooring inside are all cracked, and even the load-bearing walls are crooked.

Fatty Li carried the two of them and flew towards Zhao Lie's villa.

Master bedroom in Jinxiu Tiancheng residential complex.

Wang Wei leaned back on the bed and withdrew his reflection ability.

This fat guy has finally made it big.

It's truly remarkable that he's grown from a relatively useless B-grade superpower to what he is today.

It was all done by the fat man, step by step—no, step by step, hole by hole—he did it all.

Wang Wei was also somewhat looking forward to it.

If Fatty Li continues to improve like this, how exaggerated will his "local enhancement" become?

Could it really be possible to break through the heavens in one fell swoop?

Just then, a familiar voice rang out continuously:

"Killed an S-class ability user, gained 1000 safety points."

"Killed an S-class ability user, gained 1000 safety points."

"Killed an S-class ability user, gained 1000 safety points."

……

"Killed an A-level ability user, gained 200 safety points."

"Killed an A-level ability user, gained 200 safety points."

Chen Junjie and Zhao Lie have started again.