The next day, at dawn, Liu Wei'an and his party rushed back to Times Square. What they saw was a mess. The houses that should have collapsed had collapsed, the fire had been extinguished, only the thick smoke was still floating away, and a layer of smoke floated in the sky. Dust and the smell of burning filled every inch of the space. It was the smell of burning corpses.
There was no intact place in the entire Times Square, and no living person could be seen. Hundreds of thousands of slaves were all dead, and there was no grass growing within a hundred miles. The ground is gnawing and gnawing, still emitting heat, and even the cold night cannot cool it down.
"Don't worry, I will definitely avenge this." Liu Wei'an knelt in front of Times Square, facing the ashes, and swore an oath. He didn't feel very close to these people when they were alive. Only when he saw the piles of charred corpses with his own eyes would he feel the heart-breaking pain.
Underground royal court, Li family!
The lion, spider, monkey, elephant and three other members followed Liu Wei'an and knelt on the ground, with sad faces and clenched fists. No one spoke, only the flames in their eyes were burning. This was a blood feud that could only be washed away with blood.
"Let's go!" Liu Wei'an took one last look at the ruins, stood up and left resolutely. The lion and others followed behind without saying a word. It’s not that they don’t want to collect the bodies for their families, but it’s just that this is an unrealistic thing. Hundreds of thousands of slaves are mixed together, and identification is a problem. Even if they are identified, with just a few of them, they want to collect the corpses of so many people. There is no need to think about it in just a few years. After a few years, the corpse will rot.
They want to save time for revenge.
And the most important point is that if they collect the corpses, they will definitely be discovered by the people in the underground royal court. At that time, they will face endless pursuit and they will not be able to protect themselves. How can they have a chance to take revenge? They are still too weak now and must hide and accumulate strength.
Not long after Liu Wei'an and his party left, a suspended car landed on the ruins of Times Square. Several people wearing masks got out of the car. The leader was tall and exuded a gloomy aura, like the lingering wind after a cold winter. The spring rain brings a coolness.
The four people at the back stopped after getting off the car. They were probably bodyguards. Only the leader took a few steps. After a few glances at the ruins, they lost interest. They looked at the direction of the rising mushroom cloud and murmured: " They launched a killing spree at a slave gathering place and dispatched two Mountain Eagle bombers because the slave area offended the royal court. Huh, who believes it? There are still slaves in this world who dare to offend the underground royal court? This excuse is too bad. Even The 'Father of the Bomb' has been made up, and the underground royal court is becoming more and more shameless. If you dare to blatantly steal the 'Kiss of Death', do you really think that our Jishi will be a decoration?" As the mood agitated, a terrifying aura Emitted from the body, the four bodyguards five or six meters away felt a mountain of pressure coming over them. Their bodies involuntarily retreated and hit the suspended car hard.
boom--
The dust was flying, and with the leader as the center, two large circles with a diameter of more than thirty meters were drawn. They were extremely regular and more beautiful than those drawn with a circle. Looking at the leader's feet, they have already sunk five or six centimeters into the ground.
"Go back." The man's breath disappeared as soon as he got into the floating car. Four bodyguards filed in. After a few seconds, the floating car rose into the air and turned into a ray of light and disappeared into the sky.
At night, at 20:20, Liu Wei'an and others met Zhao Hanqing and Fang Xiaoyuan in an independent rental house in Banshi County.
"My condolences." Zhao Hanqing said. Although he did not see the tragic situation in Times Square, anyone with a little imagination can guess it.
Liu Wei'an opened his mouth, but no sound came out. Huang Yueyue couldn't help but threw herself into his arms, started crying, and shrugged her thin shoulders.
"I thought you were dead."
Liu Wei'an stiffened, hesitated for a moment, and then patted Huang Yueyue's fragrant back gently, saying in a hoarse voice: "It's okay if you're okay, it's okay if you're okay."
There were one man and two women who came out with Fang Xiaoyuan. They were both potential people in the slave area. One was thirteen years old and the two were twelve years old. They were the next generation successors that Fang Xiaoyuan focused on training. Hearing Huang Yueyue's cry, she couldn't help but burst into tears.
It took a while for everyone to slowly recover. Sitting in the hall, the atmosphere was silent. Liu Wei'an was not in the mood to talk, and neither did anyone else.
It was not easy to build a career. Although this career was not elegant in the eyes of many people, it was very great for Liu Wei'an. Now that he returned to the pre-liberation period overnight, all his efforts were in vain. But these only made him have some regrets. What was really sad was that so many people died. These people could have lived a good life, but it was because of him that they suffered.
If he had been patient, not so competitive, and stopped thinking about the 'Father of the Bomb' and paid the money, maybe the outcome would have been completely different. There is no use regretting now, everything has happened.
The atmosphere of silence was not broken until Tank and Alai returned. When Alai was chasing the sand bandits, he was sniped by another group of sand bandits. Liu Wei'an was worried that Alai was missing, so he asked the tank to bring people to support him. Unexpectedly, because of this, the two of them escaped.
The two brought back more than 30 people, which was considered as saving a little fire for Times Square.
"We can't go back to Times Square, and the slave area may not be safe anymore." Liu Wei'an finally cheered up a little from his grief, but his voice was still low and hoarse. Everyone looked at him.
"I will ask Zhou Xingchen to apply for new ID cards for everyone. After everyone is freed from the status of slaves, those who want to leave can leave without any force. Those who are willing to follow me to avenge their families, I am sincerely grateful." Liu Wei'an saw Tank and others wanted to speak, so they waved their hands to ask them to calm down, and continued: "Everyone has seen how powerful the underground royal court is. Revenge cannot be accomplished overnight. In the first stage, everyone is to replace The new identity should be hidden, at least not to be discovered by the underground royal court. Secondly, there is another bad news to tell everyone. Our enemies may not only be the underground royal court, but also people from the Jishi Society. You may not We understand Jishihui, but as long as we know that Jishihui is an organization that is not much weaker than the underground royal court, we can roughly guess how powerful it is. Therefore, our current situation is very dangerous. Our first task is not revenge, but self-protection. Do you understand?"
"Understood." Many people who heard the name Jishihui for the first time were shocked.
"Tank, go and tell your brothers what I mean. No matter what choice they make, I will understand them." Liu Wei'an said to Tank.
"I understand." Tank crossed his fists and walked out. The goal of more than thirty brothers was too big, so they did not come to rent the house with them.
"Lion, follow me." Liu Wei'an and the lion talked about something in a separate room. No one else knew. Anyway, when he saw the lion coming out, he left with the spider and the hairy monkey and never came back. . Afterwards, Liu Wei'an and Fang Xiaoyuan talked for half an hour, and then called Zhao Hanqing in.
"First of all, I want to apologize to you. Because of our affairs, I have dragged you into this dangerous situation. I don't know if you have been noticed by the Jishi Society. If you have been noticed, how much attention has been paid to you. I am not allowed to do all this. You know." Liu Wei'an looked at Zhao Hanqing's flawless face. She had an oval face. The experience of one day and one night made her a little haggard. There was a layer of pity on her strong face, which made people involuntarily feel protective. desire.
"One fact I have to admit is that I am still very weak. Anyone can suppress me and kill me at will. I now solemnly ask for your opinion. Should you come with us or leave alone?"
"Following you... can you protect my safety?" Zhao Hanqing acted calmly.
"I can't guarantee it. But -" Liu Wei'an said firmly, "I will do my best."
"I'll follow you." Zhao Hanqing said it naturally without any hesitation.
"Don't you need to think about it?" She was so direct, Liu Wei'an was stunned for a moment.
"I no longer have any relatives. It's the same to me wherever I go." Zhao Hanqing smiled nonchalantly, "However, you have to agree to a condition and get me a medical laboratory. I am in the medical school. At that time, I focused on the effects of nuclear radiation on living things. If possible, get me some living creatures, preferably alive."
"I promise." Liu Wei'an solemnly promised.
Tank came back and told Liu Wei'an that none of the more than thirty members chose to leave, and all of them stayed. After hearing this, Liu Wei'an showed a faint smile on his face, and then talked with Tank and Alai for more than an hour. Alai and Tank left with more than 30 members, and no one knew where they went.
"Do you still want to talk to me?" Huang Yueyue looked at Liu Wei'an nervously, "I've already said it, I won't leave."
"It's over, no need to talk anymore." After Liu Wei'an arranged everything, his heavy heart relaxed a little, and his face was no longer as gloomy as before.
"Why don't they talk about it when it's time for me?" Huang Yueyue was a little jealous.
"Because they are leaving, so if you follow me, there will be no need to talk." Liu Wei'an said with a smile.
"Ah -" the little girl's face changed quickly, turning into surprise in the blink of an eye, with a bit of cowardice, "Where are we going?"
"I'll take you home." Liu Wei'an said.
"I won't go back." Huang Yueyue's expression immediately changed and her tone was stiff.
"It's too dangerous here, we must go back." Liu Wei'an said indifferently, "Under the influence of the 'Father of the Bomb' and the Shanying bomber, the power of Jishihui will inevitably be drawn away, and now is the best time for us to leave. "
"But I don't want to go back." Huang Yueyue pouted, a little aggrieved.
"If you don't go back, I can't guarantee your safety, and -" Liu Wei paused, "After I go back, I also want you to do a favor."
"What are you busy with?" Huang Yueyue asked curiously, and her attention was suddenly diverted.
"Your Huang family runs a lot of industries. I would like to arrange for a few people to go in and exercise." Liu Wei'an pointed to the four people from Fang Xiaoyuan, "That's them."
"Oh, that's no problem." Huang Yueyue said immediately, "Sister Fang is so kind to me, even if you don't tell me, I will help."
"Thank you then."
At dawn, a private hover car landed at Xinfeng City Station. Liu Wei'an stepped out of the car and took a deep breath. Looking at this bustling city, he felt as if he was in another world.
