It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 628 was singing the whole time.
After the headphones lost their translation function, Ling Feiran and the volunteers traveling with her could not understand what the refugees from Mogu were saying, but when they saw that the other party's hands were covered in blood, they immediately thought of the head nurse's death.

"The murderer..." one volunteer couldn't contain his anger and shouted, "You're the one who killed the head nurse!"

The room suddenly fell silent.

Except for the burly patient who was still screaming in terror, the other five patients all stopped singing and stared intently at the volunteer in the ward.

The volunteer immediately realized something was wrong, held his breath, and tried to calm himself down.

But these patients seemed to have been provoked; although each face was expressionless, their eyes revealed undisguised murderous intent.

Ling Feiran's back stiffened, her brain felt frozen and she couldn't think. She watched helplessly as the patients approached step by step, not knowing what to do!
Escape?

Escape seemed easy, but she was afraid that escaping would further agitate the patients, and even more afraid that escaping would cause the volunteers' hard-won courage to crumble!
The volunteers sent here possessed cards that were almost entirely devoid of offensive power; they were only able to stand here by sheer willpower.

Can't escape.

Ling Feiran glanced out of the corner of her eye toward the ward door—

Not only must they not escape, but they must also keep the dispute within the ward and prevent the patients in the next room from noticing it and causing a chain reaction.

She can try to purify multiple people at the same time; if she fails, she releases the virus stored in her scorpion tail.

But she's never done this before. Can she succeed? What if she doesn't control the spread and her colleagues get infected too?
She's like a coward, carrying a sharp blade because of her weakness, but to ask her to use that blade to hurt someone? ...She's never done it before, and her mind is in turmoil.

The patient approached step by step, and the volunteers retreated step by step.

Ling Feiran's arms faintly emitted a white light, and cold sweat beaded on her forehead. She glanced at the door, mentally rehearsing whether she should unleash her skill first or close the door first—

A figure suddenly appeared at the doorway.

Ling Feiran was stunned and realized it was Yalana.

Yalana was her saint and could sense her presence. As soon as she saw Ling Feiran, she dragged her two children into the ward and cried, "They won't listen to me! I told them that they can't numb themselves with songs, or they'll drift further and further away from God! But they won't listen to me! What should we do? What should we do?"

Yalana's arrival suddenly eased the tense atmosphere in the room.

The patients stared at Yalana with expressions of surprise and disbelief.

The volunteers were also stunned, unable to understand what Yalana was saying.

The boy and girl beside Yalana opened and closed their mouths, humming softly along with the singing outside, seemingly out of control.

In her distress, she raised her hand to slap the child's mouth, shouting, "Stop singing! Stop singing!"

Ling Feiran grabbed Yalana, forcing a smile as she tried to remain calm. "Don't hit the children. I'll talk to them. Yalana, could you translate for these patients? It's time for their painkillers. Let them go back to bed."

Yalana immediately did as she was told, turning to walk towards the patient in the room and pulling him without hesitation. "What are you all standing there for? Lie down quickly, lie down for the painkiller injection. This must be a blessing from God. Usually, we have to wait until dinner time to get an injection..."

Yalana kept muttering to herself.

Some patients, after being gently pulled by her, would lie back down, while others stood stiffly, their eyes fixed on Ling Feiran. Ling Feiran avoided these hostile gazes, remaining calm, and pulled the two children close to her, silently casting her "Purify" skill.

Finally, the feeling of being threatened from behind gradually subsided.

She guessed that these patients, like the volunteers, were hesitant, wanting to take the plunge but unsure if they could bear the consequences, ultimately missing the opportunity for a surprise attack and receiving the injection.

The anesthetic took effect quickly, and as the five patients gradually fell into a deep sleep, Ling Feiran and the volunteers who accompanied her breathed a sigh of relief.

"What about the rest?" a colleague asked.

The burly male patient huddled in a corner of the ward, trembling and sobbing: "I really didn't kill anyone, I didn't kill anyone... I just want to live... Waaah, please don't force me..."

Ling Feiran listened to the continuous singing coming from outside, bit her lip, and said softly, "I want to try to influence this person with my skills."

She desperately needs help, lots and lots of help.

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News of the refugee attack on the patrol team reached Pei Xianjue's ears, forcing her to cancel today's routine meeting.

“Those refugees usually like to stage accidents to extort money from our cars. As soon as they see our car, they rush up without thinking twice, demanding food and water. To avoid trouble, we usually throw them some bread and bottled water. But today, it suddenly started pouring rain, visibility was poor, and they hit someone…”

On the phone, the patrol team leader spoke rapidly, explaining the whole story.

Pei Xianjue heard the sounds of rain, thunder, and shouts from that direction, and amidst the noise, she could even hear a neat chorus of singing.

"Why is someone singing?" Pei Xianjue found the situation strange.

"Yes, those refugees are like they've gone mad. They keep singing, and it gets louder and louder. We fired warning shots, but they weren't afraid at all. We've now retreated behind the fence. The cables in this area have malfunctioned, and the high-voltage power in the fence has failed. It probably won't last much longer—General, we need reinforcements!"

Pei Xianjue said in a deep voice, "Hold on! Reinforcements are on their way. How many refugees are causing trouble on the ground?"

"Six hundred... more than eight hundred, I can't see clearly, the rain is too heavy, and the number of refugees is still increasing! The Iron Curtain project area is also full of refugees! There is no lighting, so we can't determine the exact number!"

Upon hearing that the Iron Curtain Project had encountered problems, Pei Xianjue's face turned extremely grim. She had staked her future on this project and would not accept any mishaps.

An official nearby said anxiously, "The construction site of the Iron Curtain array is some distance from the refugee settlement. These refugees must have been instigated by someone, otherwise why would they be targeting the construction site?!"

Bao Changzhi, who also attended today's meeting, said upon hearing this: "The refugees may be eyeing the supplies at the construction site. We usually distribute food, water, and some heatstroke prevention medicine to the workers at the construction site."

He looked at Pei Xianjue and reassured her, "Fortunately, because of this rainstorm, there was no construction today, and the workers are all resting in their dormitories. Otherwise, with the refugees causing such a commotion, they might all have contracted genetic diseases."

Pei Xianjue's face turned ashen at the thought of this possibility. At most, the Iron Curtain project being hindered would mean a setback in her career and no hope of promotion. But if the pollution broke out in the quarantine zone, she could forget about keeping her position.

"Dispatch manpower immediately! All patrol teams along the southeast and southwest coasts, go to provide support! All guards in the city, go too!" she ordered sternly.

(End of this chapter)