Two or three hours had passed since the mass riot by believers.
The Venerables cleared the area quickly, but they had already lost the initiative, and only a few areas in District 11 remained intact.
At this moment, reinforcements from two nearby districts finally arrived!
As the hunter drew his bow, the arrow he fired might not have arrived in time, but a figure appeared beside the cultist like a ghost.
He seemed to notice the gaze of the Sun Hunter, grinned, and then suddenly kicked the cultist away.
Just then, the trajectory of the arrow it flew out met the arrow shot by the Sun Hunter, taking the life of the believer in mid-air.
"Pengfei?"
Hunter Sun recognized his friend from District 10 and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.
This mission in District 11 mobilized support from many other districts, but Pengfei was not among them.
But his presence here now means that support has arrived.
As expected, with his wave of his hand, figures began to pour into the area from all sides, clearing out the cultists while also rescuing the survivors.
Hunter Sun nodded to him from afar, and the latter responded with a thumbs-up. Then, the two each chose a direction and shot off.
This scene didn't just happen here; a large number of city guards suddenly poured into the city of District 11, dressed in full armor and beginning their rescue efforts.
Their locations also seemed to have been carefully chosen, appearing in places where there should have been a lot of foot traffic.
Or perhaps it was a place the Venerable One hadn't noticed while on his journey.
This allowed the arrival of support to play its greatest role.
Behind all of this, of course, is Cao Guangxing.
He was standing in front of a map of District 11, holding a walkie-talkie as he continued.
"In the Southern Six Harmonies Suburbs, send a prince to temporarily take control. Send..."
He relayed orders one after another, and at this moment, District 11 seemed like a game to him, and he was the top player.
With just a few simple commands, the city's defense forces can be made to operate at their most efficient.
Although the believers staged a collective uprising, fortunately, their overall strength was below the Grandmaster level, with Grandmasters being even fewer.
But what they need is a quick suppression, and at this point they have to take advantage of the fact that the followers are relatively weak and bring out the full potential of the kings and venerables.
Meanwhile, the city guards, who were also warriors, quickly restored order to the area and carried out rescue missions.
With efficiency maximized, the number of believers in District 11 began to decline rapidly.
Qin Sheng also noticed that the red dots were disappearing rapidly in District 11, which meant that reinforcements from other places had arrived.
He was not surprised by this.
These outdated medicines were only meant to serve as an opening act; no one had high expectations for them.
Cao Guangxing's decisive command, however, made him nod in satisfaction.
Hopefully, he can maintain this composure.
"Xiao Shen?"
Qin Sheng's expression changed, and he reverted to Shen Qing's appearance.
"What's wrong, sir?"
"Ugh, it's that broken water pipe again, causing problems once more."
"It's alright, I'll go take a look."
Qin Sheng didn't rest for the past two hours either, building good relationships with his "neighbors" and constantly helping them solve their problems.
After all, the shelter was found temporarily, and there are still many imperfections, and it can barely be used as a habitable place.
The city's defense forces were already short-handed, let alone have time to deal with minor issues here.
Qin Sheng then began to act as a kind-hearted person, helping to solve problems whenever he could.
"alright."
After screwing on the water hose, Qin Sheng reminded him, "Grandpa, be careful next time you fill up the water pipes. You got slapped even though no water came out."
"Haha, I've got it, I've got it."
After resolving his troubles, Qin Sheng happened to see Shang Wu and the other two returning.
At the same time, the two of them also noticed that Shen Qing was helping others.
Xu Ruiling asked curiously, "Weren't you autistic?"
"What do you mean by being withdrawn?" Qin Sheng was speechless.
Shangwu explained, "Aren't you always afraid that people are religious and don't want to chat?"
That was before.
Qin Sheng casually said, "Now that all the cultists have been exposed, and those here are even one step away from dying at the hands of the cultists, how could they possibly become cultists?"
As he spoke, he remarked, "At least I can feel a little more at ease here."
Shang Wu nodded thoughtfully and waved, saying, "I'm leaving now."
"Bye-Bye."
Xu Rui turned his head suspiciously. It seemed that he was indeed much more at ease and wouldn't allow anyone to follow him around like a tagalong anymore.
With the return of Shangwu and his companion, a large number of survivors began heading to the shelter.
Qin Sheng very kindly went up to help, guiding the survivors and introducing them to the various areas of the shelter.
As time went on, after several waves of survivors had been called over, the number of survivors arriving began to decrease.
Hundreds of people arrived within ten minutes, but now, more than half an hour later, there are hardly any.
Qin Sheng tapped his cigarette case, took out a cigarette, and handed it to the guard at the gate.
"Friend, what's the situation outside right now?"
The city guards glanced at him and recognized him as the volunteer who was busy at the gate.
He also had some affection for Qin Sheng; otherwise, the situation of a bunch of people blocking the door would have been quite troublesome.
Taking his cigarette, the city guard lit it, took a drag, and said, "The situation has stabilized a bit. Most of the cultists have been cleared out; we just need to do a quick check."
Qin Sheng nodded in realization: "So, the reason there haven't been many survivors in the past half hour is also because..."
The city guards' faces darkened, their voices heavy: "Yes, perhaps... they're all here."
Both of them turned around and looked at the shelter.
Cao Guangxing was clearly too optimistic; this shelter, which was large enough to accommodate more than 10,000 people, was only a little over half full.
"What a bunch of lunatics!"
The city guard cursed under his breath and took a deep breath to calm himself down.
Although he didn't go out, judging from the current situation, he could imagine what a terrible state the Eleventh District was in!
The entire District 11 now has only about 5,000 civilians left, and they clearly haven't realized this yet.
The situation has just been brought under control, and the people in the shelter are still grateful for their narrow escape and hoping to find their relatives and friends in the next wave of survivors.
But when the subsequent cleanup of the ruins began, uncovering the rubble that concealed the truth...
These survivors will all realize that they are now the only ones left in District 11.
The city guard at the gate had clearly realized this…
"Why."
Qin Shengchang sighed: "Don't be too sad. At least the cultists are gone, and there is still hope for their restoration in the future."
The city guards did not answer, but simply took a deep drag on their cigarettes.
Patting him on the shoulder, Qin Sheng said, "Call me anytime if you need anything."
"Um."
The situation is under control; all that's left for District 11 is to clean up the mess.
I think everyone thinks so, right?
A glint of light flashed in Qin Sheng's eyes; he wondered if Cao Guangxing was ready.
The night is only half over.
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