Resurrection Empire

In the office of the chairman of Starfire Resources.

Ren Zhong, utterly exhausted, slumped in the leather chair, staring fixedly at the regular icosahedron crystal emitting a faint glow in front of him.

Directly in front of him, a person in a white robe placed both hands on either side of the crystal's base.

The eight blue stripes on the cuffs of the white robe glowed softly under the light.

A faint and elegant perfume scent wafted from the opposite side.

Five minutes ago, having just finished a battle with the Butcher, he received a notification on his wrist watch instructing him to return immediately to Starfire Resources for a psychological examination.

Soon after, a journalist, who wished to remain anonymous, appeared before him in a white robe, pretending not to recognize him.

After a long time, the crystal shone brightly, and Ren Zhong's vision temporarily faded.

Woman: "What was your motivation for choosing to fight the Cold-blooded Butcher?"

Ren Zhong: "I felt I could win."

She steadied herself slightly before continuing to ask: "Felt you could win? How sure were you?"

Ren Zhong: "A hundred percent."

The woman paused for a moment: "What do you think of the wastelanders in Starfire Town?"

"I value the wastelanders in Starfire Town."

"What do you mean by value?"

"I am experimenting with a new management method for a Ruined Beast resource recycling company and need employees who absolutely trust me."

"How much sympathy do you have for the wastelanders in Starfire Town?"

"I have some, but not much, maybe three degrees."

"You clearly weren't a match for the Cold-blooded Butcher, so why did you persist to this point? Do you wish to die for the wastelanders?"

Ren Zhong: "I never intended to die."

"Then why did you persist?"

"Once I've bragged, I have to hold out no matter what. I don't want to lose face. Unfortunately, I overestimated my own talent. But next time, I will definitely defeat the Butcher."

"Uh..." She was silent for a long time before finally asking: "Do you want a revolution?"

"What is a revolution?"

"Do you want to be the spokesperson for the wastelanders' power?"

"No, I don't."

The questioning ended.

The woman removed her hands from the sides of the crystal base.

Ren Zhong collapsed softly.

Xiao Xingyue looked at her assistant next to her and said: "He's fine, just overly arrogant and put himself on the fire, suffering from his own stubbornness."

The assistant quickly took notes, then asked: "So should I report back like this?"

"Yes. Let's go."

...

Upon hearing the door close, Ren Zhong, who was pretending to sleep on the desk, finally turned his attention to things outside.

Even though he was sitting here, he could imagine the scene outside.

On his way back to Starfire Resources, following the direct orders of the Association, a thousand Hunters had already swarmed in from all directions, sealing Starfire Town tightly.

The wastelanders received notifications on their wrist watches, returning to their homes one by one, awaiting judgment.

The hundreds of citizens in the town simultaneously proposed to initiate a vote, starting the voting procedure.

Ma Dafu returned to the Town Government Tower with a gloomy face.

Now that his psychological examination was over, the voting that had long been destined should also be concluded.

So now, the wastelanders should be packing their belongings, leaving their homes, and boarding the Mengdu Group's trucks, right?

After waiting five minutes, Ren Zhong stood up from his chair, came to the wall of Starfire Resources, and gazed into the distance.

One truck after another rose into the air, shuttling between the ground and the white saucer-shaped fortresses floating in the sky.

"Mr. Ren?"

Yujin's voice sounded behind him.

Ren Zhong didn't turn around, only asked: "Is your mother settled?"

Yujin: "Yes, she's in Chromium Carbon Town."

"I can only save a few wastelanders like your family. This is the rule of Source Star. I have no other way."

Yujin: "I understand."

"After things are over tonight, go to Qi Mountain Tribe and report to Shi Xuan yourself."

"Okay, sir."

"After five days, send me your insights and experiences from hunting and training these few days through the wrist watch."

"Okay."

The silence fell between them again.

At that moment, Ren Zhong's wrist watch sounded a prompt; he had received a transfer of 1 million points from the Mengdu Group.

This was the contract for the sale of wastelanders signed by Yang Bingzhong and the Mengdu Group.

The Mengdu Group was quite honest; even though Yang Bingzhong was gone, the company still stood.

The money was transferred to Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong was silent for a moment, but gave Mengdu Group a receipt for the payment.

"Pleasant cooperation."

That's how he wrote.

The counterpart seemed to be in a good mood, immediately replying, "Mr. Ren, your performance was very successful. The wastelanders cooperated very well. We thought more would be picked off by the Hunters, but apart from a few suicides, most of them joined the Mengdu Group."