Evolution - Chapter 120
Chapter 120
The two of them spoke in low voices as they casually wandered into the consignment area.
The consignment area was actually part of the private trade fair. After each auction, most of the eligible attendees would also take part in the private trade fair.
But that didn't mean there was nothing good to be found there.
The main auction only supported transactions of money for goods, but a considerable number of people had valuable items they didn't want to sell for cash. They preferred to barter for things they truly desired.
These individuals could only conduct their business at the private trade fair.
The private trade fair was mostly face-to-face dealings between buyers and sellers. The consignment area was a rather special extension of this.
There were always people looking for items that weren't available on a single visit. Since Wendeli didn't permit long-term stays and making the trip each time wasn't cost-effective, the consignment area came into being to meet this need.
For items in the consignment area, a successful transaction incurred a 10% commission, with no additional storage fees. However, the auction house did not guarantee the authenticity of the items. If a buyer required appraisal services, they had to pay an extra fee.
Furthermore, if a consigned item failed to sell, the consignor had to pay a daily storage fee.
As they browsed, Jixin stopped in front of a green gemstone.
Ji Changqing craned her neck to look. When she saw the familiar description, “Once inlaid in the Imperial Scepter…” she couldn't help but stiffen, her expression turning peculiar as she watched the captivated Jixin.
You really are a fashion-conscious boy with a love for jewels.
Just as she was thinking this, she saw the items requested in exchange. Aside from one that sounded like a magical artifact just from its name, the rest were all expensive and rare healing items.
She suddenly felt she might have misunderstood this green gemstone.
She asked tentatively, “These items are all very rare. Would anyone really trade for it?”
Jixin, who had been mesmerized by the gemstone's captivating brilliance, turned his head and said meaningfully, “Trading these things for an energy weapon is a very good deal.”
Ji Changqing replied calmly, “Not for me. The items it's being traded for are what's truly precious.”
The flicker of suspicion that had just risen in Jixin's mind dissipated.
Indeed, who didn't know that her left hand was crippled, forcing her to switch from her dual-blade style?
When this green gemstone was set in the Imperial Scepter, it was an energy weapon with extremely powerful defensive capabilities. But now, it was just the discarded core of an energy weapon. Its value lay in research—exploring methods of energy weapon manufacturing or modifying it into a slightly less powerful version.
But for someone with a chronic, debilitating injury, healing items were naturally more precious.
They spent nearly an hour in the consignment area. After seeing all sorts of bizarre consigned goods and even more bizarre requests for exchange items, Ji Changqing felt her entire being had been elevated to a new level.
The Galactic Interstellar Alliance was vast, home to humans with different energy systems and many non-human intelligent species. It was a peaceful and inclusive society, one could say it had a relatively high moral baseline. Whether it was the social system or the laws and regulations, things were comparatively more equal, rather than protecting the strong to exploit the weak. The level of control was also quite significant.
With strict and comprehensive laws and tight control, there were naturally some humans or non-human intelligent species with different values who were dissatisfied—they revered the law of the jungle, believing the weak should be trampled into the mud, never to rise again.
These individuals and non-human species with incompatible values, with their wild ways, would face either life imprisonment or immediate execution within the Alliance's territory.
But their desires were perfectly in line with the Empire's. Birds of a feather flocked together, and they naturally congregated in the Empire.
And Wendeli Planet was likely the largest black market for the Empire and these dregs of humanity and non-human intelligent species from various energy systems.
An undefended planet? A black market? How could it thrive if it were defended?
Confining these gray or black market transactions to Wendeli Planet was better than letting this bunch of scoundrels roam free, wreaking havoc on other planets.
In return for the Empire's protection and sanctuary, they would provide some assistance—specifically, assistance to the nobility.
For example, the Imperial Scepter.
It was a symbol of imperial power, but it was also an energy weapon exclusive to the monarch.
It was more or less a product of the high integration of technology and magic.
The emperor would naturally not appear on a battlefield, so its offensive capabilities didn't need to be too high. If they were, a single discharge could easily wipe out the Empire's entire upper echelon.
Its practicality lay in its powerful defense.
It ensured that the emperor would not be successfully assassinated when appearing at various large-scale events—unless the idiot emperor actually showed up without the symbol of his imperial power.
But that was impossible.
The Imperial Scepter was far more important than the emperor's crown and robes.
The green gemstone inlaid on the scepter was like a replaceable energy supply core, inscribed with several sets of overlapping magic arrays. Once set, it would integrate with the magic arrays on the scepter's staff, becoming a complete energy weapon.
Whenever the energy was depleted to a certain level, the gemstone would need to be replaced with one that could supply energy.
As for the replaced, officially retired gemstones, they were in perfect condition. Even if their residual energy was insufficient to power a high-tier energy weapon, it was still considerable. Moreover, they had research value.
Therefore, they were quite valuable.
The emperor, needing to maintain his lofty image, couldn't possibly sell it for money directly, but he could bestow it upon nobles as a reward. As for what the nobles did with it after receiving it, that was none of his concern.
Whether they bartered it or sold it for cash, it wasn't the emperor's image that was tarnished, so he couldn't care less.
Thus, every ten years or so, a gemstone would enter circulation.
Of course, Ji Changqing didn't know much about these things, but Zhao Qingci certainly would have had some knowledge.
Look, even Jixin and Ming Zixing, who came from the Alliance but had spent years operating in the gray areas between the Empire and the Alliance, knew a thing or two about it.
Let alone Zhao Qingci, who was from the Empire and had even served in its military.
But Ji Changqing held steady. She kept her mouth shut about what she didn't know, only asking a question or two intermittently, making it seem like she was just curious if anyone would actually make the trade.
The auction was held in a spacious venue resembling a grand theater, with seven tiers of tiered seating on three sides.
There were no so-called private boxes.
Attendees entered with their cards and were led to their corresponding seats by an attendant. After swiping their cards, the seats for their group would automatically combine to form a semi-private space, maintaining a certain distance from others.
After the seats reconfigured, a privacy shield that was soundproof, prevented spying, and had some defensive blocking capabilities would rise, providing a degree of privacy while also preventing nearby parties from getting into fights.
There were two of them, so their seating arrangement didn't change much. It remained two spacious and comfortable seats side by side, with a small table rising between them, large enough for fruit, snacks, and drinks.
For groups of three or more, the seats would form a semicircle or an arc to facilitate conversation.
Ji Changqing and her companion were on the third tier. The first to fourth tiers were for those with invitations or who had submitted items for auction—in short, those who didn't have to pay extra. One invitation reserved two seats.
The fifth to seventh tiers required purchasing a ticket for entry, and those attendees could not participate in the private trade fair afterward unless someone from the first four tiers paid to bring them in, and even then, it was limited to one person.
The auction was livelier than imagined. Ji Changqing and Jixin had arrived relatively early, so they had a clear view of most of the two tiers below them.
She was like someone at a sports meet watching the athletes enter, her eyes darting around, intently focused on the various entrances as if waiting for a surprise, wondering what kind of person or non-human intelligent species would come in next.
This place truly lived up to its reputation as a grand assembly of intelligent species, a concentration camp for all sorts of scum. They might alter their appearances, but they didn't hide their origins. In fact, they seemed quite proud of them, more or less retaining some features that highlighted their uniqueness.
Those from the cultivation world wore long robes with wide sleeves, exuding an ethereal air.
Those from magical worlds wore magnificent robes adorned with brilliant jewels.
The tree-people race kept a few branches on their heads, looking rather cute.
The mermaid race retained some shimmering scales on their temples and by their ears, more dazzling than any jewelry, giving them an exquisite, mysterious, and noble appearance.
Smaller feline beastmen kept their ears, shamelessly selling their cuteness.
The sturdily built beastmen took pride in their glossy fur, their conjured clothes following their natural features. Each one was heroic and extraordinary, bursting with hormones. The only minor regret was that, to humans, their taste in clothing was atrocious and truly an eyesore.
And so on and so forth, the variety was dazzling.
Each tier had six hundred to eight hundred seats. By the time someone walked onto the auction stage to announce the start, Ji Changqing silently scanned the entire venue and was surprised to find that non-human intelligent species accounted for about a tenth of the attendees. If one included humans from different energy systems, such as cultivation and magic, the proportion could reach 20%.
She suddenly felt a sense of pride, as if she were attending a joint conference of all the Alliance's various races.
There were many items up for auction, but due to the ridiculously high prices, Ji Changqing deeply felt that the greatest gain from sitting here was spectating the multitude of races, not admiring the various auction items.
No matter how many items there were, this was a seller's market with extreme scarcity, leading to fierce bidding. Only a few items had fewer than ten bidders.
Ji Changqing firmly remembered her persona of being desperate for healing medicines. Whenever a relevant potion or the like appeared, her eyes would light up, and she would bid enthusiastically, only to give up dejectedly due to the price.
Other than that, she acted like a mere spectator, occasionally letting out a sigh of admiration, just like a bystander who was there to fill a seat.
At any auction, there were bound to be instances of several parties fighting over the same item, relentlessly bidding while arguing or showing off their status.
Of course, no one here was foolish enough to flaunt their status. But it couldn't be helped that they were old rivals. They couldn't show off openly, but they could argue with targeted insults.
The kind that involved name-calling and exposing dirty laundry.
Ji Changqing listened with great interest, yet she still criticized them, “Shouldn't money do the talking here? What's the use of arguing and cursing?”
Jixin: ...You're clearly enjoying the show!
“Hahaha, his insults are quite interesting!” Ji Changqing seemed to hear his thoughts and immediately praised the better-performing contestant. “Perhaps he knows he can't win with money, so letting off some steam is good too?”
“Are you like that too? Do you think getting ahead is too difficult, so you'd rather live freely and settle scores as you please?”
“Hmm?”
Jixin's direct question caught Ji Changqing a little off guard. She pondered for a moment. “Not really. It's just that if I have to make myself miserable for the sake of some vague and uncertain future, then there's no point to it.”
Why would one want to get ahead? Naturally, to live more freely, more comfortably, and more at ease.
But if, for the possibility of getting ahead, one had to endure and compromise for the bigger picture, bottling up grievances for decades, wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?
Jixin pinched his fingers, noncommittal.
They couldn't afford a single one of the subsequent items. For things they couldn't buy, just looking to broaden their horizons was enough.
Ji Changqing glanced around. “The guards here seem a bit strange.”
“It's not just ‘seem,’” Jixin was a regular customer, and as someone who lived on the edge, he was naturally very sensitive to the aura of the strong. “They are very powerful.”
After a pause, he added, “Some say they've all been injected with enhancement potions.”
“Enhancement potions? It doesn't seem like it.”
Enhancement potions forcibly broke through one's limits and raised their personal rank by overdrawing their potential. The process was painful, but the effects were fast, and the success rate was high. The only side effect was that after using an enhancement potion, one's progress would basically halt there.
If one wanted to mass-produce strong fighters, this kind of potion could do the job.
Although it was expensive, given how this gold-melting den raked in money daily, it wasn't impossible for them to support such a group of people.
But enhancement potions didn't have the side effects of unstable internal energy and irascible tempers.
Several of the guards she saw at the auction made her feel a sense of danger—this danger didn't come from their sheer power, but from their extremely unstable internal energy, as if they could explode at any moment.
After the auction ended, the two of them took a turn at the private trade fair and selected some suitable items.
After coming out, they met up with the people they had brought along. Jixin led them to a shop he had dealt with before, where they picked out some arms and ammunition, paid a deposit, and arranged to pick up the goods at noon the day after tomorrow.
By this time, it was nearly midnight. For some, it was the perfect time for a night of pleasure worth a thousand gold pieces. A group of over forty people certainly couldn't stick together, so they split up according to where they wanted to go. For places that required admission, they first exchanged for the necessary number of tickets and distributed them to everyone.
Everyone went their separate ways.
Casinos, arenas, fighting pits, beast fighting arenas…
These were all on Ji Changqing's itinerary.
Rome wasn't built in a day, and Ji Changqing naturally wouldn't visit them all in one go. Seeing that it was getting late, she took He Qingzhi and Saiweiyala to a casino.
The one that, according to everyone, was the most luxurious, most refined, and most expensive.
Other casinos required a chip exchange starting from thirty or fifty thousand, or a hundred or eighty thousand. This one required a minimum of five hundred thousand.
The casino naturally had hotel rooms for rest and accommodation. After exchanging a certain number of chips, one could even get a room at half price.
In a place like a casino that sent adrenaline soaring, amidst the thrill of wanting to win back losses and wanting to win even more after a victory, even someone who initially just wanted to play a few casual hands would become hopelessly addicted within half an hour.
At this casino, the smallest chip was worth a thousand. 500,000 sounded like a lot, but it was only 500 small round tokens. If one were to really play, someone with bad luck and poor judgment, even if they only bet the minimum of 1,000 each time, could lose it all in less than an hour.
She thought for a moment. It was easy to spend inherited money without a second thought, but it still pained her a little to have to share her hard-earned cash with others. Minors shouldn't get involved in gambling, right?
So she sent Saiweiyala, the minor, back to the suite they had booked to rest—she still remembered that her persona included being lecherous, so she had booked a suite for the three of them to stay in. With an Omega and a young girl, even without calling for anyone else, this persona was firmly established.
Considering the Empire's policy of pampering and protecting Omegas, it was quite dangerous for an Omega to appear alone in a public place. To avoid any accidents, she happily took He Qingzhi to go gambling.
Zhao Qingci was a space pirate who indulged in all five vices—eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking. Ji Changqing was a "Five Stresses and Four Beauties" middle-aged woman from Blue Star, completely clueless about how to be degenerate. She didn't play herself, instead acting like a rich fool who was quick to part with her money, putting on a convincing performance of someone willing to spend a fortune to win a smile from a beauty.
Whatever He Qingzhi said to bet on, she bet on. Whichever he picked, she picked. However much he wanted to bet, she bet.
Their luck wasn't great, but it wasn't terrible either. They won some and lost some. By the time their five hundred thousand in chips had dwindled to around two hundred thousand, it was nearly four in the morning.
The two of them stopped playing and returned to their room to rest.
As soon as they opened the door, Saiweiyala excitedly waved them over, puffing out her small chest proudly. “It's all here. I even recovered and copied the records that had been cleared.”
“Amazing!” Ji Changqing showered the kid with rainbow farts and sent her off to bed, telling her there was an even more arduous task tomorrow.
Saiweiyala's main task today was to use someone else's signal point to hack into the navigation record databases on Jixin's and Ming Zixing's warships and copy all the records.
As for the cargo ship's navigation records, she had already taken care of those long ago.
Ji Changqing and He Qingzhi washed their faces and then seriously went through the navigation records.
The two of them sorted through it quickly. The warship only had a little over six years of navigation time, but the distance traveled was astonishing. The routes that overlapped with the cargo ship's were less than a quarter.
The cargo ship, on the other hand, had eleven years of navigation time. The routes from the first six years were completely different from the last five. It was clear that for the first six years, the cargo ship was mainly used to transport actual goods or ore, rarely stopping for supplies along the way.
In the last five years, the planet where Huantu Prison was located appeared on its route. It still mainly transported goods or ore, but occasionally, its primary cargo was people.
The paths through which Klopp and the others had frantically amassed their wealth; among these paths, how many people knew they were colluding with the Empire, and how many thought it was just corruption and embezzlement. Also, the methods of communication between this group of traitors and the Empire, how the Empire lured and turned them, and whether there were higher-ranking officials yet to be exposed.
How many people were strung together on this line, which organizations were involved, which areas they had infiltrated—all of this had to be dug up, preferably pulled out by the roots.
As for figures like Klopp and the He family, who were practically out in the open, there was no need to expend so much effort on them.
For figures already in plain sight, besides collecting relevant evidence to nail them, their only value was to serve as the vine to follow to get to the melon.
The reason they had come out this time was that Saiweiyala's skills had improved further, and she felt confident she could send the intelligence out.
As long as they transmitted the information about the location of the evidence related to the planetary rebellion previously led by Feirman and Klopp, and then compiled these navigation records into a route map and sent it back, part of their mission would be complete.
The next day, Ji Changqing didn't wake up until nearly noon. After a meal, Saiweiyala was responsible for sending the compiled intelligence. After the transmission was complete, she cleaned up, erasing the signal traces to avoid being tracked.
Although the intelligence was sent via an encrypted signal and had a compilation code, besides Ji Changqing and He Qingzhi, not even Saiweiyala, who was in charge of sending it, knew the specific content of the messages. To increase the delivery rate and prevent interception, she sent it to four different addresses in total.
Ji Changqing called over two more people to go with her to the arena.
Anyone could sign up to participate in Wendeli's arena. Since it wasn't a fight to the death, the stage was equipped with a trigger-based defensive mechanism. If it detected a life-threatening situation, it would forcibly stop the match and send the loser out of the ring.
To better ensure the safety of the participants, every fight was monitored by a referee who was two ranks higher.
The price was that you had to pay thirty thousand to fight one match. If you won, you could take forty thousand. If you lost, you got nothing.
In other words, in one fight, you lost thirty thousand if you lost, and only won ten thousand if you won.
If you fought three matches, winning two and losing one, you would still be down ten thousand. It was completely a case of paying to get beaten up.
Only the rich would dare to step onto the stage.
In addition, if a person fought ten consecutive matches in one day, regardless of wins or losses, the arena would award them sixty thousand.
Ji Changqing chose the ten-consecutive-match format.
The arena staff explained the rules for the ten-match challenge to her: “The ten-match challenge is like defending the ring. You can only be defeated, you cannot surrender. Each match lasts no more than half an hour. If it exceeds half an hour, the defender is declared the winner. You can rest for 10 minutes after each match, but you are not allowed to leave the ring. Understand?”
“Understood.”
“If you understand, then go pay the fee. The ten-match challenge only costs one hundred thousand.”
Ji Changqing's current physique was at the tenth rank. Her opponents ranged from the ninth to the twelfth rank.
She still used her quick-and-decisive fighting style, mainly wanting to hone her glaive techniques. After ten matches, which took less than five hours, she had seven wins and three losses, earning herself seventy thousand.
Two of those matches went the full half-hour without a victor, and by the rules, she was declared the winner. Based on the strength she displayed in these few matches, if that rule didn't exist and she fought all out, it would likely have been five wins and five losses.
The reason she chose to fight ten matches here was that she could go all out, using a life-and-death fighting style without worrying about killing her opponent or being killed herself.
By fighting ten consecutive matches this way, she made some gains in the aspect of killing with a single strike.
After finishing, she spent an hour treating her injuries, and also took a shower and changed her clothes.
She came out, had a quick dinner, and at nearly eight o'clock, went to the fighting pits.
In both the fighting pits and the beast fighting arena, one could either enter the ring or place bets. But apart from those in desperate need of money or those whose lives were not their own, most people were there for entertainment.
In these two places, those who entered the ring signed a death waiver. There were only those who were beaten to death, not those who were defeated.
The winner could take twenty percent of the ticket revenue and ten percent of the gambling winnings.
Ji Changqing quietly calculated. Based on the ticket prices, a full house, and a minimum bet of 1,000, if a high-odds contestant managed to win against the odds, they would earn at least ten million.
If she were desperate for money, it would be worth a try.
Her only concern was that the world was a dangerous place. Even if she won, she might not be able to take all the money with her.
The one thing the fighting pits and the beast fighting arena had in common was that only one side could leave the ring alive. The bloody and brutal scenes within went without saying. The people in the midst of it seemed to have lost their minds, becoming frenzied. The bloodier it got, the louder the cheers.
There were even people who, after losing a bet on the losing side, got into a brawl with those who had won.
Ji Changqing stayed inside for a little longer and felt a violent aura rising within her.
She turned her head and saw that even He Qingzhi's eyes were bloodshot with excitement.
The other two men she had brought along were in even worse shape.
But back on the barren planet, when these two men saw the mangled corpses she had hung outside the ship's cabin door, they were clearly pale with fright.
Completely unlike now, where the sight of blood only made them more excited and crazed.
She made a decisive move, grabbing He Qingzhi. “There's something wrong with this place. Let's go!”
He Qingzhi was still manageable. After all, he had endured perverted torture with her back in the day. He quickly came to his senses and reined in his emotions.
The other two weaklings were in a miserable state. They had been swept up in the frenzied atmosphere. When she told them to leave, they actually lashed out with their fists. Ji Changqing had to pin them down, give them a sound beating, and forcibly drag them out.
In the beast fighting arena, this oppressive and violent feeling was even stronger.
In the fighting pits, it was human versus human. Even if they were maimed or killed, as bloody and violent as it was, it wasn't as terrifying as the scenes in the beast fighting arena.
At least humans didn't eat other humans.
But beastmen did.
A beastman's combat power in their beast form was at least double that of their human form. A life-and-death battle between a human and a beastman was naturally not one-on-one.
Under normal circumstances, it was a group of two to three humans against one beastman.
Although the humans had to cooperate, their disunity was glaringly obvious. Without the trust to entrust their lives to each other, they naturally didn't dare to take risks. Many times, if the human side had trusted each other and worked together, they could have won, and everyone could have survived.
Unfortunately, at the first sign of danger, everyone scrambled to escape as fast as they could, completely disregarding the consequences. Forget coordinating to save a companion; they only wished their parents had given them two more legs!
It was all about the mentality of, "As long as I run fast enough, death won't catch me for now."
It was truly a sight that was infuriating, hateful, and pathetic all at once.
In the beast fighting arena, rather than watching a fight between humans and beastmen, it was more like watching the various ugly aspects of humanity when faced with life and death.
This trip out to the commercial district, if it had been the real Zhao Qingci, she would probably have felt excited and satisfied like everyone else.
But as Ji Changqing, even after enduring perverted abuse, she still felt indignant and resentful.
When she returned to the camp on the afternoon of the third day, she suffered another critical blow.
The men she had left to guard the camp appeared before her, bruised and swollen, just short of hugging her legs and wailing.
“Boss! Boss! An Omega went into heat, and that bunch of bastards marked him!”
“We tried to stop them, but they had more people. They nearly beat us to death, wuwuwu…”
Ji Changqing barely suppressed her anger, fighting the urge to kick away the idiot who had thrown himself in front of her, his face so swollen his features were unrecognizable.
“Was the Omega one of ours?”
“Yes, from the logistics and maintenance department.”
“Where's Ming Zixing? Didn't you report it to him? Didn't he bring people to stop it?”
“He… he wasn't in the camp. He went into the mountains.”
“Where is the person who was marked?”
“In… in… in their guard post barracks.”
The anger that Ji Changqing had been suppressing and accumulating suddenly exploded!
She rapidly gave orders, telling someone to notify everyone training in the forest to put on their full gear, equip their weapons, and return to the camp at full speed.
At the same time, she distributed the newly purchased equipment and weapons to her own guards who had stayed behind and the patrol members who followed her orders.
Jixin's brow twitched violently. He tried to dissuade her, “Calm down, calm down. Ming Zixing might not have known.”
“Do you believe that yourself?”
Uh. Jixin was choked for words. Fine, he didn't believe it himself.
But a thick-skinned person never admits defeat. He still stubbornly said things he didn't quite believe himself, “It was an accident, all an accident.”
“I've been on watch countless times, and not a single thing has happened. The moment he's on watch, something goes wrong. Who is he trying to piss off?”
“According to the rules, everyone involved has to be executed. And for not being in the camp during his watch, he can't escape a beating either.” Ji Changqing quickly gathered the people she had, had someone lead the way, and was about to march on the guard post where the abducted Omega was being held. “Are you bringing your men with me, or are you bringing them to invite him down from the mountain?”
She turned to face Jixin, her face clearly written with the words: “He's such an idiot, do you still want him?”
Jixin's heart went cold. He remembered that this person always took revenge, and preferably on the spot.
Companion or enemy, the choice was easy.
He cleared his throat and chose to bow to the pervert. “Let's follow the rules. For now, let's go get the person back.”
The guard post where the abducted Omega was being held wasn't too far from the camp. At a full sprint, it took no more than a quarter of an hour to reach.
Each guard post was staffed with twenty-four people. The posts were built to guard in all directions, easy to defend and hard to attack. Moreover, their equipment was superior. Under normal circumstances, to storm a guard post, you would need around two hundred men to have a chance.
The camp guards, not including the patrol teams, consisted of thirty men from each of the three parties, mainly guarding their respective living and office areas. Ji Changqing had taken 20 with her, which meant that there were only ten people who would follow her orders without question.
With the element of surprise, if twenty-four men moved out at once, grabbed the person, and ran, the men she left behind would indeed be helpless against them. They would get a beating for nothing and could only watch as the perpetrators made off with their prize.
As for the other guards, Ming Zixing had pretended to go into the mountains, taking all his men with him. Jixin had taken 20 of his, and it was uncertain whether the remaining 10 had pretended not to see or had secretly helped the other side.
With Ji Changqing absent, the guards she left in the camp had no way to mobilize the team in the mountains, no way to access the more powerful weapons, and certainly didn't dare to make the decision to fight the guard post personnel to the death.
Now that she was back, she was going to beat those idiots at the guard post to death.
The person on watch at the guard post saw a large group of people rushing over from the direction of the camp. Just outside the range of their firearms, they set up micro-cannons powerful enough to overturn the entire post.
Through his scope, he saw Ji Changqing's murderous face.
His soul instantly scattered. He sounded the alarm, “Enemy attack!”
The last thing he saw in this world was the cannons finishing their charge. Ji Changqing waved her hand, and the shells came whistling, and with a “boom,” overturned the entire guard post.
The slaughter and purge had begun.
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