Global Collapse

Chapter 836 The Beng Beng Stick Strikes the Instructor

Hearing two lower-class people talking about upper-class people, he felt as if he were being talked about, and immediately came out to rebuke them.

The two men who were being accused lowered their heads and dared not speak when they saw that it was 1868.

The two men shared the same opinion as 1868, also considering him to be half a superior person, and dared not refute him.

Seeing the two men lower their heads in fear, 1868 was finally satisfied. Then he stepped forward and reprimanded the supermarket employee who had spoken rudely earlier.

He was the only one there with all his arms and legs intact, so he was more energetic than the others.

In 1868, he tried to rush into the door in a fierce manner, but was pushed to the ground by a salesperson who was watching the commotion.

Then the lower-class people inside gave them a disgusted look and waved them away like flies: "Go cool off somewhere else and don't block the door."

1868 lay stunned on the ground, not understanding why the lower class here was different from them, showing no fear of the upper class.

"There are no more upper-class people." A deep voice came from beside him.

He turned his head and saw a person covered in a cloak who had appeared beside them at some point.

1868's first reaction was to see if the other party was a superior or inferior person, but the other party did not reveal any skin, leaving 1868 unable to figure out his background.

Unable to discern the other person's identity, he dared not speak rudely, only whispering, "What?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the cloaked man, trying to find a gap in his clothes.

“Still afraid to face reality?” A few soft laughs came from under the cloak. “You’ve all felt something was wrong along the way, haven’t you? You haven’t encountered a single upper-class person, and the ‘lower-class people’ you’ve met are quite different from ordinary lower-class people. Here, there is no longer a distinction between upper-class and lower-class people.”

Yes.

The upper class had long realized that something was wrong.

But they dared not think the worst, and desperately tried to numb themselves, to convince themselves that they could still return to the upper-class area.

Inferior people are generally not very smart. They usually do whatever the superiors tell them to do. When facing the superiors, most inferior people have almost no ability to think independently.

Of course, there were a few clever ones as well.

Upon hearing these words, a lower-class person in the crowd raised his head and stared intently at the mysterious cloaked figure.

He was number 1095, in the same group as Gu Mian in the first stage, and the only one in that group to go on stage to campaign for votes. Compared to the other lower-ranking people, he was much smarter.

When he first arrived and encountered the injured upper-class people, he shared the same idea as the others: to send them back to the upper-class district and curry favor with them.

But as he walked along, he noticed something was wrong. There seemed to be no other upper class people in this place, and the "lower class" people here had no respect for the upper class at all.

To put it bluntly, it feels like the upper class has collapsed, and we've entered a fairytale-like new world.

Although he thought this in his heart, he dared not show it. He was afraid that it was all wishful thinking, and that if he voiced this thought, he would turn around and return to the territory of the upper class.

But this idea had already taken root in his heart and was ready to sprout at any moment.

The appearance of this cloaked figure was an even greater catalyst.

His heart pounded when the cloaked man said that there was no longer a distinction between the upper and lower classes in this world.

Strangely, even though there was no evidence to prove the truth of this statement, he still subconsciously chose to believe it. He desperately hoped it was true; no, it must be true.

"This is a completely new world," 1095 heard the cloaked man say.

"That's utter nonsense!" one of the upper-class men retorted anxiously. If he hadn't been injured, he would have rushed forward to attack.

As the person retorting glared angrily at the cloaked figure, he suddenly heard a muffled thud behind him. He turned around to look.

A lower-class person straightened up; he remembered that the person had been carrying an injured upper-class person on his back, hunched over.

But now he straightened up, and the person on his back was gone.

Screams of pain came from the ground.

The person who should have been on their back was thrown to the ground. Apparently, they had hit their wound, and the upper-class person who was thrown off was gasping for breath in pain on the ground.

"What are you doing!" The upper-class people glared at the lower-class person who had thrown the man down.

1095 didn't answer them. He clenched his fists excitedly and took two deep breaths, as if he were making a difficult decision.

Then his gaze hardened, and he opened his mouth and roared, "A new world! This is a new world, completely different from where we used to stand! There are no more superior people in this world!"

Without waiting for anyone to react, he turned and ran away. As he fled, he didn't notice that he had stepped on a superior person on the ground, causing the person to scream even more miserably.

1096 made up his mind to no longer be a slave to these upper-class people, thinking that the farther away from them the better.

Although he had basically accepted the "New World Theory," the fear of the lower class towards the upper class could not disappear immediately. He only dared to run away and dared not do anything to the upper class here.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

The remaining lower-class people stared blankly at 1095's departing figure, some bewildered, some mocking.

Two hurried footsteps sounded, and looking in that direction, two more lower-class people fled as if they were running away.

The upper-class people shouted for them to stop, but hearing the sounds behind them, the two ran even faster, and their figures quickly disappeared from the sight of the remaining people.

Other lower-class people were also eager to try, but they were too timid to give it a shot.

1868 looked mockingly in the direction the lowly people had left: "Foolish! You believed someone based on just a few words. You'll regret it later."

After saying that, he looked ingratiatingly at the superior person beside him: "Don't worry, sir, I definitely won't run away."

"Don't worry, sir—I certainly won't run away."

Just as 1868 was fawning over the upper class, a strange, drawn-out voice suddenly came from the side, which sounded particularly jarring to the upper class.

who is it?

People looked at the person who made the sound, and as they turned their heads, a familiar figure appeared in their sight.

Upon seeing who it was, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

Isn't this "Number Nine" who chopped them down like vegetables on stage?

They were brought to this godforsaken place entirely thanks to this man!
But the upper-class people didn't dare to rush up and question Gu Mian. Instead, they all took a few steps back and turned to run away.

After all, Gu Mian could pull out that shiny big thing anytime, anywhere.

The person who had just been thrown to the ground stopped clutching their leg and crying out in pain. They quickly shut their mouth and scrambled away, afraid of being caught if they were even a step too late.

In less than a minute, the people who had gathered there had all dispersed.

Only Gu Mian and Xie Bi'an remained at the empty supermarket entrance.

The second watch of the night is nothing special.