Chapter 109: 109, Thank myself again

Because of the commotion, many people were drawn over, wanting to see what was happening ahead. Ren Xiaosu said to Yan Liuyuan, "Hide the gun here and wait for me. I'll go check what's going on."

"Mmm," Yan Liuyuan nodded. Ren Xiaosu couldn't protect him every moment, and he had to learn to protect himself, even everyone else.

Ren Xiaosu pushed his way forward. With his current physical condition, no one could push past him. He arrived at the front of the crowd, secretly observing. Only Wang Yihang's vicious voice was heard: "I told you to give me the food. Don't you understand human speech?"

"But I'm so hungry too," the bespectacled middle-aged man, with a gun pointed at his temple, said, his voice choked with tears, as if he had never seen such a ferocious person in the Wall.

The managers of various factories, like Wang Yihang, were actually people from the Wall, but after being out for so long, they carried some of the brutality of the wilderness.

They were the "envoys" sent by the Wall faction, and with guns in their hands, they had long been accustomed to acting recklessly.

At this moment, everyone entered a world completely without order, and they naturally became "beasts." Yet just a moment ago, this guy had almost knelt down to beg Luo Lan to take him away.

Wang Yihang said to the people beside him, "Search his body, and those two fat guys over there, their pockets are bulging!"

The people around him were workers from the quarry, who usually followed Wang Yihang's orders. Now, because Wang Yihang had a gun and promised to settle them in the 109th Wall, he had once again become their backbone.

But how dare the refugees search the bodies of Wall people?

Wang Yihang, seeing no movement from those beside him, roared angrily, "What? Does my word not count anymore? Now that I have a gun, I'm in charge. Go ahead, search them—they have no guns!"

Ren Xiaosu gleaned a piece of information from this: the Wall must have gun control, which was why Wang Yihang was so certain others had none.

He glanced around, and the refugees had unconsciously gathered on Wang Yihang's side. On one hand, Wang Yihang was already famous in the settlement, and on the other, he had a gun.

At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped forward into the crowd: "Wang Yihang, you'd better put down the gun. There's no room for your tyranny here."

"Ma Shizhang!" Wang Yihang seemed surprised. "Why are you here?"

Ma Shizhang sneered, "What, did you think we were all dead? Hand over the gun!"

The gun? Wang Yihang unconsciously looked at the weapon in his hand, as if making a decision, but soon he let out a cold laugh and raised his hand to shoot Ma Shizhang.

Bang! Ma Shizhang fell into the blood-soaked mud, without even a chance to react. He had never expected Wang Yihang to open fire!

Around them, some people screamed and tried to retreat, but where could they go?

The moment Wang Yihang hesitated was because he had once lived under Ma Shizhang's management, but he quickly regained his composure. Now that the 113th Wall was gone, Ma Shizhang was nothing!

Wang Yihang said coldly, "The 113th Wall is gone. In the 109th Wall, we all start fresh. I'm not a wanton killer, but if anyone disobeys my orders again, don't blame me for being rude."

Among these thousands of refugees, there must be former high-ranking officials from the Wall, but so what? Without the 113th Wall, they were nothing!

Ren Xiaosu stepped back. When Wang Yihang killed someone just now, no one dared even to fart, so he figured that with Wang Yihang leading the refugees, things would only get worse.

But what did it have to do with him? Not a penny. As for the gun in Wang Yihang's hand, Ren Xiaosu didn't take it seriously. Just now, Wang Yihang's shooting stance looked very unprofessional. If he fired a few more shots, the recoil might even knock the gun from his hand.

On his way back to Yan Liuyuan, Ren Xiaosu suddenly saw a group of teenagers and young women in uniform blue-and-white clothes. He froze, for on the back of their uniforms he saw the words "Wall Second High School."

Were these students? Ren Xiaosu remembered Zhang Jinglin mentioning that the Wall had dozens of schools, divided into elementary, middle, and high schools, and even some larger Walls had "universities."

Zhang Jinglin said that someone Ren Xiaosu's age could sit in a clean classroom in the Wall, with many teachers imparting basic knowledge, without having to go to the wilderness or work. The Wall even provided student subsidies.

Back then, Ren Xiaosu had envied them. How wonderful it would be to be born inside the Wall!

As Ren Xiaosu passed by these students, they glanced at him but didn't pay attention. They didn't know how coveted their own things were, nor how much Ren Xiaosu had once longed for them.

The students seemed frightened by the gunshot just now. A young woman beside them said, "Don't be afraid. If there's any trouble, the teacher will handle it. We've already escaped."

Was this a teacher from the Wall? Ren Xiaosu glanced at the young woman, who was far more beautiful than Zhang Jinglin. If their school had such a teacher, even someone like Wang Dalong would study hard...

In an instant, seeing so many students, Ren Xiaosu suddenly remembered his second side quest!

A thousand thank-you coins—something Ren Xiaosu had never dared to imagine before. Where would he get so many thank-you coins?

When he heard about this side quest, his first thought was to complete it in the school, since he had earned many thank-you coins from students before.

But after the Wall's collapse, the school was gone, and he had no idea how to earn them now.

Ren Xiaosu remembered that when he killed the experimental subject, he had thanked himself seven times. If he could thank himself, could he solo the quest?

Now, the black blade floated quietly in a display case in the palace. As long as he willed it, it could appear in his hand. To this day, Ren Xiaosu still couldn't forget the exhilaration of cleaving the experimental subject with one strike!

So, if the basic level was this powerful, what would the next-level black blade be like?

After returning to Yan Liuyuan, Ren Xiaosu began whispering to himself. Yan Liuyuan stood beside him, quietly watching as Ren Xiaosu muttered: "Thank myself for not wantonly killing innocents?"

"Thank myself for raising Yan Liuyuan like this?"

"Thank myself for eating grapes without spitting out the skins!"

Yan Liuyuan: "???"

Ren Xiaosu sighed. This palace was as dead as a grave—no response at all!