NOVEL NEXT Chapter 109: Finishing the Task and Departing
Greenwood Small World, outside the factory.
"Come on, everyone, try this, the fine wine from Qingxue Small World tastes really good."
Customs personnel, from their storage rings, took out tables, chairs, benches, and several bottles of fine wine along with some snacks.
In the distance, snowflakes fluttered about, flames reached for the sky, and under such circumstances, a glass of golden, viscous wine paired with a few spiced peanuts was a true delight.
None of them had thought about joining the battle; three hundred people had already been pressed into service. Whether they joined or not was meaningless; what they could do now was watch to see who would win and who would lose.
They were all staff from customs, insurance, taxation and others deployed in the Death Squad. They had combat abilities, but stepping in now would not help, it was better to stay behind and have a good talk with Meng Yu.
Those at the forefront know their job is not simply black and white, they face many gray areas, and negotiating with criminals and interstellar pirates is normal; they acutely sense certain things, and communicating is much better than everyone dying here.
Despite the belief that Captain Luo had a chance of winning, the rising flames from the factory in the distance, coupled with the occasional fiery whirlwinds and sounds of battle, indicated that the fight was still fiercely ongoing.
"I admit I was wrong, Meng Yu can win."
The insurance company's staff took out some unusual fruits for everyone to try.
"Aren't you going to run? If Meng Yu wins, won't he come over and chop us down as Captain Luo's allies?"
"Run? What good would that do?"
The insurance salesperson sighed and glanced at his colleagues.
"If I don't negotiate with Meng Yu, if I don't talk to him about insurance knowledge, like educating him on certain common sense, understanding his personality, my boss will chop me into eighteen pieces when I get back!"
"Yes, what's the use of running? We could still be found. The battle seems to be over, Meng Yu has won."
The stunningly charming accountant said as the members of the Death Squad began to flee miserably from the burning base, which was telling of many things.
"Alright, now Meng Yu is the king of Qingye Small World. If he wants to do anything, he can.",
The woman in her thirties, as tempting as a ripe peach, adjusted her clothes and pushed out her chest, watching the man emerging from the flames.
The difference between individuals is truly immense; some people's talents are truly enviable.
He even emerged energetic, composed, and tranquil!
He still had strength to spare, it was clear he hadn't used his full power!
From now on, unless the teleportation array was repaired or a starship came from the sky, Meng Yu would be the king of this small planet.
He really could fight a thousand men!
An enemy of a thousand.
...
This was a sleepless night, countless people awaiting the outcome of the battle, and then, Captain Luo died in battle along with his team.
Though there were two hundred thousand people on the planet with over a thousand in the Qi Cultivation Stage, the remaining people combined still couldn't beat the few dozen from the Death Squad. The result now made it clear to all those who wanted to resist what they had to do.
The details of Meng Yu also leaked out; he truly could use Void Shifting!
Such a truth made others surrender more peacefully.
How could you win against him?
In a First Grade world, he was a godlike existence.
So even the most stubborn people stopped resisting cooperation with Meng Yu.
With the thought of surrender, the world seemed a much wider place.
Meng Yu began collecting the resources of Qingye Small World, and he got many of the things he needed.
Beyond the Ash Immortal Silver and other resources smelted by Qingye Small World, after defeating the Death Squad, Meng Yu obtained a large amount of equipment and wealth, and also several items he had long dreamed of.
Such as a new identity, such as a certain ID on the network.
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In a certain room.
"You promise?"
A Death Squad member with severe burns all over his body, hanging on by a thread of True Qi, looked intently at Meng Yu.
"Trust me, I promise."
Meng Yu assured the dying man.
Ultimately, humans practise cultivation for longevity, for wealth and glory, for beautiful women and handsome men, out of discontent, or for the sake of family and children.
Take the man before him, for instance, he was a cold-hearted individual, but upon realizing his imminent death, he suddenly wanted to leave behind something, to offer some help.
Such as to a woman he'd once let down, or a child he had only glanced at from a distance.
He entrusted Meng Yu with his secret savings in a certain bank, asking Meng Yu to deliver them to her and them. In return, he offered two clean, blank identities and several safe houses.
These were the backup plans he had set for himself, no longer needed now. The identities could withstand investigation, known only to him.
"Thank you."
He didn't ask much else, like how Meng Yu would deliver the money to those people, or when Meng Yu would do it. He trusted Meng Yu on that. He simply stared at Meng Yu's youthful and vibrant face, reminded of various regrets.
"Thank you, Meng Yu, strive to survive, you did nothing wrong!"
His breath grew weaker, but he suddenly spoke such a sentence at the end.
Youthful arrogance, midlife struggles, now all amounting to a handful of dust—he held no resentment towards Meng Yu.
The Immortal Sect was vast, but only a precious few could ascend to higher levels.
He was glad that at the time of his death, he could witness a future legend.
Then, Meng Yu successively met with some people, chatted, and his reputation, as well as his strength, earned him quite a few of the things he desired.
...
Eighteen days after Captain Luo's defeat.
A space reconnaissance vessel, hastening with great urgency, finally arrived at Qingye Small World.
Five hundred members of the Death Squad were dropped off, and after six days without any news, Enforcement Hall realized something big had happened there. However, it was against regulations to directly transport people via Teleportation Array to some remote planet millions of light-years away, even if that planet was a manufacturing planet of Star Industrial.
Thus, Enforcement Hall communicated with other departments, and a reconnaissance vessel began to jump and advance, finally reaching Qingye Star two months later.
They braced themselves to witness a planet ravaged by war. They wanted to comprehend the might of such a formidable enemy.
"Fuck!"
Carefully connecting to the planet's network, the captain of the reconnaissance vessel let out an astonishingly loud exclamation.
Day after day, someone really did break through the heavens!
This was truly—indescribably astounding.
"Has Meng Yu left?"
"Can we join him?"
"Does he still need people?"
While the crew could joke around, the captain was scrolling through the information on the planetary network about Meng Yu—discussions about him, stories, including his generosity. Many who received money would say everyone made a fortune, that someone else got even more money, made deals with Meng Yu, then muddied the waters, hyping up how magnificent the planet was.
No one cared about the losses to Star Industrial, but everyone thought Meng Yu's money distribution was great.
Alright, better send the news back to Immortal Sect quickly.
"Meng Yu, what a boss..."