Successors of all mankind

"They've been wavering for too long!"

At that moment, Yu Le's eyes widened suddenly.

The boss, however, relaxed completely and smiled again.

He had been waiting for this moment.

The test results are genuine; they are their own.

They've gotten themselves into a huge mess. The underlings might have had a way out at first, but he, as their leader, couldn't.

From the moment Yu Le was brought in, he had no way out.

Therefore, he could only wait for his underlings to sink deeper and deeper, and then drag them down with him to increase his chances of survival!

Yu Le was driven to the brink by them, and he was also driven to the brink by Yu Le.

But now, he has finally gotten his only chance.

A bunch of wavering individuals, and they've wavered so many times, they can't possibly be forgiven or tolerated.

He carefully scanned his underlings.

They were shocked, they were furious, they were desperate.

But this time, no one was looking at him with that chilling gaze.

So he drew his slave-issue pistol from his waist and aimed it at Yu Ledao:

"My lord, I am honored that someone like me could actually kill such a noble person as you!"

At this moment, the boss felt boundless excitement.

How could someone as worthless as myself manage to kill a nobleman!

Still from this kind of high-ranking noble family!

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun pointed at him, Yu Le remained unfazed and said:

“If you kill me, none of you will survive, but if you kill me, you will be my benefactors!”

The shrewish leader, still slightly shaken, glanced at his underlings, then shrugged and chuckled:

"It's too late, sir. They've brought this upon themselves—greedy, cowardly, and hesitant. They are indeed a bunch of lowly mud, but now, we mud are about to take your precious life!"

Then, the trigger was pulled.

A huge gunshot rang out in the factory.

But it was not Yule that collapsed.

Instead, it was the smug boss who was gloating just a moment ago.

The immense force swept away half of his head, and the remaining half of his eyes still showed an almost extreme disbelief.

The person who fired the shot came from behind Yu Le.

They are the leaders of that group of third-class people!

Chapter 6 Forgive Us, Adults

The barbarian leader fell heavily to the ground amidst the unexpected gunshot.

A chaotic battle ensued.

Although this was the barbarians' territory, the sudden attack by that group of third-class people was clearly beyond their expectations.

Especially since the petty boss, while dodging, shouted something:

"Didn't I tell you to confiscate their guns? Why do they still have guns? Why do they still have guns?!"

Yes, the reason they hadn't been on guard against this group of third-rate people before was because they had accepted the other side's weapons.

Otherwise, they wouldn't dare let so many people swagger into their territory.

This is perhaps the only reason why the tyrant has always ignored them.

After all, what can a group of people without guns and within one's sight do?

In such a godforsaken place, it's clear that no one is a good person.

They had their own defenses, but the other side was clearly more strategic and operational.

Therefore, with the unexpected firing of a shot, the barbarians, who had never expected to be shot by a third-class person, naturally took a one-sided stance.

Even though they reacted quickly, too many of them fell in the first wave.

From what Yu Le roughly observed, apart from the eldest barbarian, there were as many as seven or eight other barbarians who were confirmed dead.

Most of the rest were also injured.

Only a few, relying on luck and agility, awkwardly sought cover and attempted to fight back.

Gunfire was also heard outside.

Clearly, behind the scenes that entertainment cannot be seen, there is another thrilling event that is just as exciting as the present.

Stray bullets from all directions kept whizzing past Yu Le's ears.

This is something that modern people may never experience in their lifetime. Even in free countries, it is estimated that very few people can have such an enjoyable experience.

Yu Le felt her legs were so weak that she might collapse at any moment.

But he couldn't, because he still had to maintain his 'decency' and 'status'.

He had nothing to begin with, and was paralyzed by the scene. Even if he won against those third-rate people, his own situation wouldn't be very good.

After all, doing so would mean losing a lot of his intimidation.

Secondly, given the previous developments, Yu Le was worried that these third-class people might turn around and kill him because they were afraid that he would take care of them and witness the 'embarrassment' of the nobles.

So much so that after finally escaping, the standoff returned to what it was before.

Of course, another very important point is that Yule was located in the middle of the factory, where there was no cover whatsoever...

Running around aimlessly might put you in someone's line of fire, and then you'd be dead regardless of whether they wanted to kill you or not.

So, Yu Le summoned all the composure he had ever possessed and slowly walked past the tyrant's corpse amidst a hail of bullets.

When we finally arrived at our destination, I was able to finally relax and collapse into a seat.

Sitting on the sofa is better than collapsing on the floor, right?

Soon, the chaotic battle came to an end. The last few barbarians, who were already completely terrified by Yu Le's identity, saw that the situation was hopeless and immediately dropped their weapons and begged for mercy.

The rest of the barbarians lay sprawled in pools of blood.

Although the group of third-class citizens launched the first attack, they also suffered heavy casualties.

It can be said that in this fierce battle, there were no winners except for those who enjoyed themselves.

If those barbarians had been a little braver, they might actually have been able to turn the tide and win.

However, they really lost their guts.

What good would it do to win anyway?

In their current state, do they really think they can fight against the future noble guards or even the guardian knights?

Not every brute can be as decisive and ruthless as the brute leader.

Looking at the companions he had brought, there were only three or four third-class leaders who were relatively unharmed.

A hint of despair flashed in his eyes.

This is almost all the able-bodied men in their settlement.

Now, only a few people are still able to work, not to mention what will happen to the families of the rest of his dead companions. He really doesn't dare to think about it.

Fortunately, there's always a way out, and they managed to break in with their companions from outside.

Seeing that there were still seven or eight people who were not seriously injured, his expression immediately improved.

In this way, about half of the people will still be able to work, if, if this lord can give them something in return for their great sacrifice.

Or perhaps you could speak to the tax collectors of the slaves, asking for leniency.

They've made it through this ordeal.

So what should we do with this divine plan?

The thought of the inexplicably shut-down machines in the settlement made him feel that their future was still bleak.

unless...

The leader of the third class couldn't help but look at the nobleman they had rescued from the group of bandits.

The other three classes were also largely the same.

After all, they fought to the death for this nobleman.

Compared to the barbarians who are willing to risk everything at any time, these people in the settlements not only actually have a cow at home, but they also have wives, children, and elderly parents.

They couldn't possibly be like these savages covered in cumin, able to abandon everything they have at any time.

Therefore, they were inexplicably dragged into this situation.

When they find that savages mostly pull them up to cushion their backs, what they will do is quite obvious!

However, what exceeded their expectations was that this noble gentleman seemed to be far too extraordinary!

They all clearly remembered that during the chaotic battle just now, this nobleman was right in the middle of a hail of bullets.

But the other side simply walked through the battlefield as if they didn't see anything.

Then he sat down on the only sofa in the factory.

The barbarian boss's body lay at his feet, his eyes wide open in death.

Looking at Yu Le at this moment, they were a little unsure how to describe the feeling.

If anything, it was the first time they truly understood why nobles were superior to them.

They don't have the ability or the guts to do such a thing.

They truly deserve to be called great beings who are even closer to the glory of humanity than they are!

Their bloodline is indeed more noble.

Gradually, under the leader's guidance...

The remaining three groups of people all knelt down before Yu Le without prior arrangement and said:

"Your Excellency, we have eliminated the wicked ones who disrespected you. Please have mercy on us and forgive our hesitation!"

Sitting on the sofa, Yu Le was unaware of whether her posture was correct.

He had never been a nobleman; he could only act according to his own imagined image of a "superior."

With his back straight, chin slightly raised, and hands resting on the armrests of the sofa, he stared straight ahead, not focusing on anyone, as if nothing in the entire factory was worth a second glance.

His heart was still pounding like crazy, and the back of his shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

It's sticky but even colder.

His legs were trembling, but fortunately his thighs were buried in the sofa cushions, so it wasn't noticeable.

But he dared not move.

They dared not wipe their sweat, dared not change their posture, and even dared not breathe heavily.

Because everyone's eyes were on him.

But after saying that, he looked around and saw that there wasn't a single factory building taller than himself.

Yu Le's legs, which had been trembling incessantly, slowly stopped.

For the first time, my tense nerves and shoulders relaxed for a moment.

Then he leaned into the sofa.

He said it slowly and deliberately:

"it is good!"

Yule actually really wanted to say something like, "You will receive a reward."