"They've left?"

Li Changzhou stood on the second floor, where the walls had disappeared. The smoke and dust in front of him had been swept away, leaving the room as clean as a pane of glass.

The training at the bottom of the lake further improved his horn-spiraling strength.

"Where are the enemies? What happened?" Li Qianxia couldn't help but ask him.

Because of the gas mask, Li Changzhou's expression couldn't be seen, but the two siblings had been together before they were born, and just by looking at each other's figures, they could guess each other's thoughts with a high degree of accuracy.

She noticed that Li Changzhou was deep in thought.

“It was a long-range attack. The opponent is gone,” Li Changzhou replied. “The ability is similar to a turn-based game. The opponent punches me, and I punch them back, but there seem to be other rules as well.”

"The people in the textile factory are the bait," Yang Qinglan thought of something else.

Li Changzhou nodded.

Just in case, they remained on guard for another three minutes before the nine men and one dog relaxed their guard and reunited. Li Changzhou then told them about his discovery.

“Even if it’s bait, we have no choice but to go for it.” Zheng Qing’s voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Damn it!" Poison cursed under his breath.

The scholar wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Tank and Thigh remained silent, while Yang Liu gripped the dagger tightly in her hand.

"Everyone keep an eye on each other," Zheng Qing instructed, then glanced at everyone again. "Let's go!"

The nine people and one dog continued running towards the textile factory, their bodies and minds tense, like bowstrings being pulled back with great effort, even trembling slightly from the strain.

Even so, their speed not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

Hongxing Textile Factory.

In a small office with only stools and a table, six people are having a meeting.

It was already dark. There was only one candle on the table, its flame weak and small, stubbornly resisting the heavy darkness around it.

"Mr. Xu, what can we do for you?" asked a middle-aged man in a suit, who appeared quite elegant.

Mr. Xu, the owner of Hongxing Textile Factory, hesitated and struggled for a moment before saying, "Ambassador Lü, the food we brought back last time... is not enough."

"Isn't that enough?!" a man in desert-colored camouflage asked instinctively, his voice loud and accusatory.

"Xiao He!" Ambassador Lü said, raising his voice.

The man in camouflage, named Xiao He, shut his mouth.

“Mr. Xu,” Ambassador Lü looked at him, “if I remember correctly, the grain that Xiao He and Xiao Yun risked their lives to bring back last time, if eaten sparingly, should last for at least four days, but it’s only the second day now?”

Mr. Xu smiled wryly and looked at the textile factory foreman standing to the side.

The foreman, surnamed Wang, had always been in charge of the textile factory and held immense prestige. After the outbreak of war, he was also in charge of managing the factory's employees. Compared to Boss Xu, who rarely came to the factory, the employees trusted him more.

“Ambassador,” the squad leader began, “among those people below, there are some from Yemen. They don’t believe we will take them away, and there’s another group who think we can’t leave, so when they’re eating… they’re eating like crazy.”

"Give it to them just because they want it? Are you out of your mind?" Xiao He's temper flared up immediately.

This time, Ambassador Lü did not stop him, and Boss Xu and the team leader could only smile wryly as usual.

“We didn’t give them to them,” the two explained. “Those people were strong and healthy, and they went to take them secretly at night, so we weren’t on guard.”

“Ambassador, I’d like to go with Xiao He one more time. There’s still plenty of food on that street,” said the only woman in the room.

"Go if you want!" Xiao He said angrily.

"Xiao He..."

"Shut up!" Xiao He snapped at Xiao Yun. "Look at your arm, and then look at my face!"

Xiaoyun lost her left forearm, and Xiaohe had a large scar on her face; these were the consequences of their last trip out to find food.

If the two were not players, with such injuries and in such an environment, they could very well have died from infection.

And they squandered the food that they risked their lives to get!

“Ambassador Lü!” Xiao He turned to look at Ambassador Lü. “I suggest that we get rid of all the bad apples downstairs. Those people are a menace now, and they will be an even bigger menace on the evacuation route when reinforcements arrive!”

“I understand, Comrade Xiao He,” Ambassador Lü nodded. “But how do we get rid of them? Kill them? Or drive them away? Who will kill them? And after driving them away, will we watch them die, or wait for them to bring the enemy over?”

His tone was gentle, yet powerful.

Xiao He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say that he would do the killing, but after taking a few deep breaths, he fell silent.

"Then—" Mr. Xu looked them up and down, "about the food?"

The room fell silent, just like Xiao He.

The candle cast the shadows of the six people on the wall, like a circle of demons feasting, watching them intently.

"Xiao He, Xiao Yun," Ambassador Lü said with difficulty.

"Understood!" Xiaoyun nodded.

“…Understood!” Xiao He gritted his teeth, his eyes like those of a wolf.

The remaining warrior player remained silent. He wanted to go with his comrades, but he couldn't. His instincts and skills weren't suited for combat, and he also bore the responsibility of maintaining contact with the naval fleet.

Xiaoyun and Xiaohe put on Yemeni clothing over their camouflage uniforms; Xiaoyun wrapped herself in a women's headscarf, and Xiaohe wore a white hat.

The two drove away from the textile factory in a pickup truck riddled with bullet holes.

"Damn it! A bunch of useless trash!" On the quiet, deserted road, Xiao He slammed his fist on the car door in anger.

In the driver's seat, Xiaoyun drove with one hand, turning her head with a smile: "As long as we can get back alive, my arm and your face can be healed."

"I'm furious with those idiots!" Xiao He exclaimed. "I came to save them, and they should have listened to me obediently, but they had to sabotage me! Do they think I'm their mother?!"

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