Only after the nine soldiers began absorbing the spirit cores did Li Xuanzu approach Jin Zhehao.
"Actually, you don't need to be in such a hurry. I have a bit of a conflict with the people in South Korea. You can clean up the mess when the time comes."
"Ah? How can that be? Mr. Li, you have already helped us so much. We absolutely cannot rely on you for this matter." Jin Zhehao said this with absolute certainty, seemingly leaving no room for Li Xuanzu to question him.
“I already told you they have a conflict with me. Don’t you know what kind of person I am? I’m not here to solve your problems for no reason. If you really think I’ve helped you, then hurry up and develop the population, and store up more blood for me.” Li Xuanzu didn’t give Jin Zhehao a chance to continue speaking and turned to leave.
"Anyway, you can't stop me, and you're not as fast as me. Just wait to finish things up. I'll take all the third-tier spirit cores with me." Li Xuanzu left these words lightly and got back into the car.
There is plenty of food on the train, so there's no need to worry about that.
However, Li Xuanzu planned to go alone.
"Driving is too slow. I'll go alone and be back around the next morning. Let's get this mess sorted out as soon as possible."
"Then...then be careful." Fu Yu was very sensible and only gave a few simple instructions.
Ouyang Ningxue, on the other hand, looked indifferent. With Li Xuanzu's strength, if something happened to him, then nothing on Blue Star could deal with South Korea. Of course, this was unlikely to happen.
As night falls, the world seems to be shrouded in darkness, and even the moonlight can provide little illumination.
Besides the workers and wandering zombies, there was also a rapidly flowing mass of blood, the tiny golden lights emanating from it standing out conspicuously in the pitch-black environment.
Some curious zombies approached, only to find that the pool of blood emitted countless thin red lines, which looked rather furry.
Wherever it passed, zombies fell to the ground, their bodies shriveled and unrecognizable.
At this time, South Korea was still preparing until nightfall, barely having selected the right people and sorting out the limited information and valuable supplies. Little did they know that a bloody catastrophe was about to sweep across the entire country.
"Hello everyone, I am Zuo Jiangxi, the leader of the Korean nation. I must say, you are very lucky, because all the psionicists will leave, and this land is full of opportunities. Countless spirit cores are waiting for you to obtain. And we, as the pioneers of the Korean nation, will use our own bodies to pave a bright future for you!" The leaders of other groups asked Zuo Jiangxi to appease the public while they were taking stock of their supplies.
Although the people were not appreciative, and there were occasional desperate men who tried to take Zuo Jiangxi down with them, they were all stopped by a third-tier psionicist that Li Zailong had sent to protect him.
Zuo Jiangxi ignored everything and continued reading the manuscript in his hands numbly, showing not a shred of pity or sympathy for the people.
His position was given to him by the group's leaders, and they also guaranteed his resources and security. Although he was a useless puppet, he was still someone that most people could only look up to.
Looking at the people below who were certain to perish, he felt a pang of guilt, but with the occasional suicidal attacks, his meager compassion turned into anger.
"Finally, I hope you can protect our homeland well. One day, you will also find your own path." After saying this, Zuo Jiangxi left without looking back. These people are truly "worse than pigs and dogs" in South Korea.
Because the group leader preferred to take some livestock such as chickens, ducks, pigs, and dogs, rather than take more humans.
Oppression exists everywhere; it just depends on whether you dare to resist.
China is a successful example, while South Korea is a living example of what not to do. By the time they realize they can no longer resist, it is too late.
Fortunately, Lee Hyun-jo, this "messenger of justice," will "act on behalf of Heaven" and help the people of South Korea eliminate the oppressors in their eyes.
As the journey progressed, the size of the crimson blood changed, growing from the height of a person to the height of a three-story building.
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