A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

Lu Mingfei doesn't have many things he can call himself good at, but StarCraft is one of the few. Now that he can show off a little in front of his two senior brothers, he seems to have the illusion that he can be on equal footing with them.

"That's enough," Zhao Zizhan smiled, patted Chu Zihang and Lu Mingfei on the shoulder, and led the way out of the internet cafe.

The smell of smoke inside made him feel a little uncomfortable. Stepping out of the internet cafe, he took a deep breath of the rare fresh air and nodded to Lu Mingfei, who was following him somewhat nervously.

"Junior brother, you kept this from us for so long!"

"what?"

Qian/Xun Jiu㈥○①②⑥２⑺○

"With your talent, you're definitely qualified to be an operations tester. I never expected that we would find such a hidden gem like you when we were looking for an ordinary loser!"

"Is it...is it really that exaggerated?"

Lu Mingfei scratched his head, somewhat unable to handle the direct praise from Zhao Zizhan.

Or rather, due to years of being verbally abused and suppressed in his education, he has lost the ability to cope with positive emotions. His brain's reaction database cannot find relevant files. He is happy, but does not know how to express this happiness.

Feeling anxious and unsure of what to do, fearing that one's expression might be misunderstood.

Yes, very much so!

Zhao Zizhan didn't mind the smell of smoke on the other person's body from sitting in the internet cafe for a long time, and put his arm around the other person's shoulder.

"I saw it in the last few matches. Your multitasking ability, hand speed, and reaction speed are all very strong. Originally, I only planned to have you adjust our aircraft's flight settings, but after seeing your performance today, I've changed my mind."

"I've decided to make you the chief operator of our drones! And we're increasing our drone flight demonstration from one to three!"

"In memory of our Three Musketeers of Shilan!"

……

"Lu Mingfei! Where have you been gallivanting off to again?!"

Lu Mingfei returned to his uncle's house, and as soon as he entered, he was hit by his aunt's Netherworld Sonic Wave Technique.

"Smell yourself! So you've grown wings, now you don't even eat dinner after school. Where have you been? Internet cafe, arcade? Or maybe a bar?"

"I've really given you the time of day! From now on, if you don't eat, you'll have to cook for yourself! Do you even know how hard it is to cook!"

"Go wash the dishes!"

Lu Mingfei didn't refute, knowing it would be useless. He simply rolled up his sleeves and silently began washing the dishes under Lu Mingze's gloating gaze.

The aunt was still not satisfied and turned to the uncle, saying, "I told you long ago that this kid is a troublemaker! You still give him pocket money. Look at him, he goes astray as soon as he gets pocket money! Our Lu Mingze doesn't get much pocket money, but look how well-behaved he is!"

"If you ask me, kids shouldn't carry money. Look at what he's become! If he dares not come home on time for meals today, he'll dare to stay out all night tomorrow!"

The uncle remained silent, only continuing to smoke.

By covering himself with the blanket, Lu Mingfei was deceiving himself and isolating himself from everything; this had been his daily routine for the past three years.

Today is a little different.

Today was a day in which too many things happened for Lu Mingfei.

He met Senior Brother Chu and Senior Brother Zhao.

He joined Senior Brother Zhao's research team.

His talent was recognized by his senior brother Zhao, who even modified the process specifically for him.

He was moved, happy, and apprehensive. Did he deserve the other person's trust? Would he mess things up? What if he did? Maybe he should tell Senior Brother Zhao and stick to the original plan; he could just be the one ordering takeout...

But wouldn't that be a bad idea?

Senior Brother Zhao truly lives up to his reputation as the Righteous Protector of Shilan... With such a leader, I'd be willing to be a billionaire...

No wonder heroes all flock to Liangshan...

I also want to join Liangshan...

In a daze, Lu Mingfei drifted off to sleep.

The little brat, who could only curl up with two candies, now had an extra candy in his hand.

"That's about right. If we drive along this road for another two days, we'll reach Chernobog. After that, we'll head north from Chernobog to find the Reunion Movement's base."

Zhao Zihan looked at the map in his hand and talked to Surtr, while Kroos was in the back seat looking out the window at the scenery.

The scenery rushing past the car window was incredibly captivating for the little guy, keeping him glued to the screen for hours on end.

If it weren't for the extremely cold temperature in Ursus, Kroos could have stuck his head out to look through the open window.

"Finally almost there, my butt is sore from sitting in the car for so long." Surtr stretched in the passenger seat, but just as he stretched out, the car suddenly jolted, and Surtr swayed, giving Zhao Zizhan a dangerous look.

Zhao Zizhan looked completely innocent and pointed to the road ahead.

In the middle of the mainland, a large wooden stake lay across the intersection, completely blocking the road. Two frames were erected next to it to raise the stake, so that vehicles had to get out and move it to pass.

"Tsk, when will this end?" Surtr clicked his tongue in annoyance. This was already the umpteenth group of highwaymen they had encountered. The local gangs in Ursus were incredibly rude. Sometimes they would run into several groups while walking a short distance. Surtr was fed up with fighting them.

"You stay here, I'll go down and take a look." With a casual grip on his greatsword, Surtr opened the door and got out of the car.

"Ceobe wants to help too! Ceobe can fight bad guys too!"

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Chapter Seventy: Bandits.

What is the most dangerous combination to mess with in the martial arts world?

Taoist priest, woman, and child.

Taoist priests are mostly from reputable sects, and their martial arts skills are not low when they travel. Not only can you not beat them, but even if you do beat them, offending one is equivalent to offending a whole group. You can rob people today, but you can destroy gangs that very night.

As for the latter two, women and children who can frolic and play freely in the wild, are they really someone to be trifled with? Moreover, the latter two often don't care much about chivalry or honor, and they don't hold back when they strike. If you mess with these two types of people, you're likely to get into trouble in all directions.

Clearly, the Ursus bandits lacked such common sense, or perhaps the fact that the two men disembarked from a tracked vehicle had lowered their guard. The bandit leader, a burly man with a grotesque scar running from his eye to his mouth, brandished his long knife and roared, "You little bastards, we're in luck today! Another fat sheep has come to our door! Get them! Take the loot, and don't let them escape!"

At his command, the bandits, dressed in heavy cotton-padded clothes, silently surged toward Surtr and Kroos like a tide, their crude weapons gleaming coldly.

Surtr had encountered this situation countless times before. Surtr remained silent, simply raising his greatsword.

In an instant, flames erupted from the greatsword, transforming into a raging wave of fire that crashed down upon the bandits with overwhelming force. Those who approached were instantly engulfed by the intense heat, letting out piercing screams. Their clothes and weapons melted instantly, their bodies twisted and deformed in the flames, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye. Wherever the fire wave touched, the ground scorched red-hot, rocks melted, and lava flowed, creating a scene of utter hell. Those bandits who tried to escape were also caught in the residual force of the fire, their bodies ablaze, writhing in agony on the ground.

Unlike Surtr's tank-like, sweeping fighting style, Kroos, who had traversed the wasteland for many years, had his own set of fighting philosophies.

She shouted excitedly, "Yay! A fight is about to break out!"

His body charged into the enemy ranks like a black lightning bolt.

Her movements were swift and unpredictable, her small figure weaving nimbly among the bandits. Each swing of her axe sent a spray of blood through the air. The bandits couldn't even see her movements; they only saw a black shadow flash before their comrades fell. Her attacks were chaotic yet incredibly powerful, and the bandits' defenses were as fragile as paper under her frenzied onslaught. Some bandits were struck in the arm by her axe, their arms flying off instantly; others were hit directly in the chest, sending them flying backward and crashing heavily to the ground, their fate unknown.

The brief encounter was terrifying; almost all the men he had brought with him were killed in an instant. At that moment, the bandit leader knew he was finished.

At Zhao Zizhan's request, Surtr deliberately spared a few survivors, and the battle was over in a short time. The once bustling forest path returned to silence, with only the heat, smoke, and the pungent smell of blood testifying to the fierce battle that had just taken place. Surtr sheathed her greatsword, the flames gradually dying down, her face expressionless, as if she had just done something insignificant.

"You damned infected... disgusting maggots, the patrol will find you sooner or later, and you'll be killed like wild dogs... ugh..."

Zhao Zizhan snapped his fingers, and the other person's jaw snapped shut due to the rush of blood, biting his tongue and making a whimpering sound of pain.

Squatting in front of the kneeling Tuo leader, Zhao Zizhan smiled and said, "Let me show you my teammates: a ring-handled greatsword and a left-handed bow."

"Next, I'll ask you questions, and you'll answer. If you get even one question wrong, you'll lose your head. Do you understand?"

"Waaaaah, I won't tell you anything, ahhh!!!"

Zhao Zizhan nodded and waved his hand gently. The blood vessels in his brain ruptured instantly, and the sudden cerebral infarction caused him to collapse on the spot and lose consciousness.

Zhao Zizhan then turned to the next person: "Is anyone willing to cooperate now?"

……

"I didn't realize you had such potential as a villain."

Surtr, who was in the car, couldn't help but start teasing Zhao Zizhan.

"Be a villain! Be a villain!"

While gnawing on a pigeon, Kroos kept repeating, "Fighting means good food. Kroos loves to fight!"

"There are children here, can you please not set a bad example for them?"

Zhao Zizhan was somewhat helpless.

"Little Ke, we're not villains. We were just carrying out a righteous act against the bad guys. We were just fighting bad people."

"It's just the execution of justice!"

"That's all."

"No, that's all!"

"Never mind, you can keep eating..."

Krobe was kept by Zhao Zizhan's side mainly because the child lacked common sense and had a high degree of trust and dependence on Zhao Zizhan, the first person who was willing to give her food, even more so than on Vulcan, who had taught her his name.

Of course, Zhao Zizhan also needed the innocent little guy, Kroos, to conceal his identity, which was just right.

Zhao Zizhan was not some kind of demon. The reason he showed no mercy to these bandits was that he had seen far too many people like them along the way.

Eight meanings of the SAN Qi

At first, Zhao Zizhan felt reluctant, but after they visited the bandits' camp and saw the hellish scene inside, their reluctance instantly turned into a raging fire.

Sometimes, some people really don't deserve to be called human.

Moreover, when such a situation became a widespread phenomenon rather than an isolated case, Zhao Zizhan became somewhat numb.

Do you think they deserve to listen to reason with you?

What to do? Only kill!

Mercy to the perpetrator is cruelty to the victim!

"According to the confessions of these bandits, quite a few infected people have gone to find this so-called Reunion Movement organization. This is a good thing, as it makes it easier for us to find their base."

Zhao Zizhan didn't take this simple incident to heart and instead began to study the intelligence he had just obtained.

“They saw a group of well-equipped infected heading north a few days ago, that should be the direction.” Looking at the map displayed on PRTS, Zhao Zizhan compared the two and confirmed a direction.

"Why would a well-equipped infected organization specifically seek refuge with them? Where did these people come from?"

Surtr was somewhat puzzled.

Zhao Zizhan, referring to "the military personnel," didn't even look up.

"military?"

"That's right, these people are all military spies."

"So, this large group of people, equipped with sophisticated gear, are also being brought into the Reunion Movement?"

Surtr found it utterly unbelievable.

"Yeah, it's amazing, right?"

Chapter Seventy-One: A makeshift troupe.

The world is a giant makeshift operation.

The organization of the Integration Movement has reached the level of a dragon in its makeshift structure.

Talulah knows how to be a rebel, but clearly doesn't know how to be a leader.

This is also very much in line with the standard procedure of traditional peasant uprisings.

First, they rise up in rebellion, and then what happens after they win? After tasting the sweetness of plunder, how will these members be disciplined? We have absolutely no idea.

The entire team would be like an old car without brakes, speeding headlong towards destruction.

Black Serpent was all too familiar with this process. As an old man who had lived for hundreds of years, he had witnessed countless serf uprisings in Ursus. He knew that he didn't even need to do anything; Talulah's infected childish organization would fall apart. But he needed to maximize his profits.

Ursus needs a war, a protracted war, a war that will be incredibly intense, but one that will not damage the core of Ursus.

Looking around, neither Casimir, Victoria, nor Letania meet this condition.

Kazimir is too small, and Victoria is too close to Saint-Germain. However, between Great Yan and Saint-Germain and other important mobile cities in Ursus, there is a vast Ursus territory as a buffer zone. Great Yan's strength is also fully in line with the requirements of a protracted war in Ursus. The best scenario would be to take advantage of Wei Yanwu's status as a royal outcast to seize Dragon Gate, swallow this piece of the pie whole, and then confront Great Yan.

Black Serpent's skill level was undoubtedly far superior to Wei Yanwu's, but he was also drawn into Tang Long's domain by Wei Yanwu and was fatally misled—Wei Yanwu was not a royal outcast.

The strength of the Great Yan Dynasty far exceeded their original expectations.