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

In mid-air, the faces of the Alliance's superhumans instantly turned grim.

Qian Mengxun was injured by them and given to Wang Wei.

He actually dared to renege on his debt in front of so many people!

Going back on your word and breaking your promise!

The key point is that they didn't expect that Wang Wei, who was now surrounded by tens of thousands of superhumans, would still dare to play tricks on them!

Is he truly fearless, or is he mentally unstable?

Throughout the entire event, only Fatty Li remained completely unfazed, even displaying an air of nonchalance that suggested "Wang Wei should be like this."

Wang Wei's reputation was something he had been deeply impressed upon from their very first encounter.

Wang Wei has not yet repaid his principal of two million yuan.

Li Pangzi still has Wang Wei's property ownership certificate and vehicle registration certificate...

"Are you really going to break with the Alliance?" In mid-air, the leading S-class ability user's eyes blazed with fury. "I advise you to take a look at your current situation."

"What's the situation?" Wang Wei glanced around.

Outside the residential compound, a crowd of ordinary people clamored for him to "commit suicide," their faces contorted with anger.

The area above the residential compound was completely surrounded by tens of thousands of people with superpowers.

It seems there really is no way out.

Wang Wei glanced down at Qian Mengxun at his feet, a slight smile playing on his lips: "She was just as 'brave' as you were a moment ago, but now she's under my feet, isn't she?"

"You—" The face of the Alliance's S-class ability user turned a deep liver color.

"I know you're unbeatable in your field." He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, his voice laced with threat.

"But we're outside your territory! How long can you hold out here? Ten days? A month? You'll have to come out eventually when your supplies run out."

He paused, then sneered, "Once you get out, you should know what your fate will be."

"I know very well," Wang Wei nodded, "but unfortunately you don't know your fate."

"hehe--"

This made the S-class ability user in the alliance laugh out loud.

He glanced back at the tens of thousands of superhumans behind him, and his confidence grew even stronger.

"We've already thoroughly studied your domain ability. Its limited range and inability to move—that's your Achilles' heel. Cooperate with us now, and we might spare your life. Otherwise—"

He looked at Wang Wei and felt that some things didn't need to be said too explicitly.

However, Wang Wei looked at him intently, waiting for him to continue.

The Alliance's S-class ability user's face immediately turned ashen, as if he had eaten shit.

"You possess precognitive abilities, yet you didn't proactively reveal information about the apocalypse, leading to the deaths of hundreds of millions!" His voice suddenly rose.

"You've even gone so far as to devour your own people to enhance your abilities! Now, in the entire Dragon Kingdom, not a single person doesn't want you to die! Don't you understand your own predicament?"

Wang Wei pointed to Zhou Yao beside him: "What you said is not accurate—she doesn't want me to die."

Zhou Yao nodded in agreement, hands in her pockets, looking completely at ease.

"I am a Chinese from the Dragon Kingdom."

"Damn it—" This S-class ability user from the alliance wanted to curse.

This woman just said she "didn't feel a sense of belonging," and now she's a Chinese citizen!

However, he also realized that Wang Wei had been teasing him all along and had no intention of predicting the catastrophe for the alliance.

"Qian Mengxun was right about you," he said coldly. "You are indeed extremely selfish and cold-blooded, unworthy of being a citizen of the Dragon Kingdom!"

"Since that's the case—when you run out of water and food, I'll show you what it means to wish you were dead."

However, Wang Wei suddenly shook his head.

You can't see it anymore.

He raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the densely packed superhumans in mid-air, as if looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"I'm tired of playing," Wang Wei said, a hint of laziness in his voice. "You guys must be tired too, right?"

The Alliance's S-class ability user's pupils widened suddenly—an unprecedented sense of crisis exploded from the bottom of his heart.

"Then come down."

Wang Wei finished speaking. Without warning, without any time to react.

The leader, an S-class ability user from the alliance, felt a sudden heaviness in his body, as if an invisible hand had gripped his heart.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Then—he began to fall.

It felt like being slammed down from the sky by a giant hand.

"Thump—"

His body crashed to the ground, blood gushing from his seven orifices, and the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

The second, the third, the fourth—

Tens of thousands of people fell from the sky, densely packed, blotting out the sun.

Their bodies hung in mid-air like a group of puppets with their strings cut.

Some people tried to use their supernatural abilities to fight back and fly away desperately, but all their efforts were in vain.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!—"

Large numbers of corpses crashed onto rooftops and streets, splattering blood and spilling brain matter.

"ah--"

Those ordinary people who were just shouting "Execute Wang Wei" were caught off guard and were knocked down in droves.

Screams, cries, and vomiting sounds mingled together.

Qian Mengxun lay prone at Wang Wei's feet, her pupils contracting violently.

She watched as the tens of thousands of superhumans she had brought fell from the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot, and watched as blood seeped out from under each of the corpses.

She opened her mouth, her voice hoarse:

"Your...territory..."

"Oh." Wang Wei glanced down at her, his tone flat. "I forgot to tell you, the scope has expanded considerably."

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"I also have to thank you—for the heads you've given me these past few days."

Qian Mengxun's eyes widened suddenly, her eye sockets almost bursting open.

She finally understood—Wang Wei had been waiting all along.

Wait until she gathers everyone, wait until she walks into the trap, wait until she puts all her chips on the table.

Then—all in.

Wang Wei has been quite busy these days.

His safe house is refreshed and rearranged every time it's updated, and now several surrounding neighborhoods and the entire street are all under his control.

These people don't even know where they are standing.

"boom--"

The last superhuman crashed down.

The air was completely clear; there wasn't a soul in sight.

Three thousand S-grade, seven thousand A-grade.

completely annihilated.

Wang Wei smiled.

His safe point became 4400941.

With over four million, his safe house can finally see a surge in value!

In the distance, Zhao Lie stood by the window, his fingers digging deeply into the window frame.

His face was ashen.

Ten thousand superhumans.

A few seconds. They were all dead.

It seems he's chosen the wrong side again.

Zhao Lie suddenly became uncertain—was the place where he was standing really safe?

Outside the residential compound, ordinary people screamed and desperately tried to escape.

Someone tripped over the corpse and was trampled underfoot by the people behind them before they could get up.

A middle-aged man knelt in a pool of blood, muttering to himself, "I didn't... I just... I just shouted a few times..."

But nobody paid him any attention; they were all running away.

Wang Wei glanced at these people once and then looked away.

"Fatty," he said, looking at Fatty Li, "clean this place up."

Fatty Li's face stiffened.

He glanced at the corpses scattered all over the ground—ten thousand, covering the surrounding neighborhoods and the streets in the distance.

When the hell are we going to finish cleaning this?

He opened his mouth, as if to say something.

But seeing Wang Wei's calm face, she swallowed her words back.

"Okay...okay."

Zhou Yao stood there, her mouth slightly open.

She looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then at Wang Wei, then back at the corpses again, then back at Wang Wei.

"How...can you be so awesome...?"

Wang Wei glanced at her, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Let's go inside and talk."

He turned and walked into the building.

Zhou Yao glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, swallowed hard, and quickly followed.

Qian Mengxun lay on the ground, bewildered.

Wang Wei didn't kill her; he just left her there and ignored her, treating her like trash.

-

In the neighborhood, Fatty Li had a head as big as a bucket.

The thunderstorm is over, so what is he going to do with these corpses?

Fatty Li resigned himself to his fate, bent down, and prepared to drag the cart.

But then he suddenly stopped and stood up again.

He glanced down at his lower body, his eyes darting around—this thing, isn't it a ready-made tool?

"Get up!"

Fatty Li let out a low growl, unleashing his supernatural power.

The localized surge, like a thick stone pillar, swept or lifted the corpses on the ground, sending them flying one by one.

With a swift attack from both sides, corpses flew everywhere, clearing an area in an instant.

"This thing is much better than my hands!" Fatty Li's expression changed from pain to smugness.

Outside the residential area, vehicles transporting supplies and relocating people arrived at some point.

One by one, the bodies were loaded into vehicles and driven away in batches.

Fatty Li was stunned for a moment, assuming it was arranged by Zhao Lie, and didn't pay much attention.

The convoy filled with corpses quickly left Jiangnan City and headed southwest.

-

In a secret meeting room in the southwest city.

An elderly man sat in the main seat, with a video of Jiangnan City playing on the screen in front of him.

He stared at the screen, the corners of his mouth slowly turning up into a satisfied smile.

"Ten thousand corpses of superhumans... Good, very good."

At this moment, a young man suddenly walked in, looking respectful: "Mr. Tian, ​​Mr. Liu wants to speak with you."

"Hmm." Old Tian nodded, stood up, and walked out.

Behind him, a dull-looking man silently followed.

The young man glanced at it and muttered something under his breath:

"Tang San of the Divine Alliance... he was actually turned into a corpse monster..."

[My darlings are urging me to update! The protagonist's safe house is about to take off. The Alliance is a deep and complex place. In his previous life, the protagonist's foresight was limited and used mainly to predict catastrophes. He doesn't have a deep understanding of the Alliance. Some strange and unpredictable characters will appear, which is a new setting by the author.]