The whole nation: You're put to survive on a desolate planet, you'll be running an alien b

The prophet's mind was buzzing.

He felt like an antique computer that had been forcibly loaded with massive amounts of data, every part screaming and on the verge of burning out at any moment.

Li Haotian's question was like two red-hot pliers, clamping down hard on his nerves.

Buying the head of a bishop?

How much will the scorpion offer?

He opened his mouth, but only a hoarse, leaky sound came out of his throat.

Li Haotian shook his head as he looked at him.

He leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed, as if he were discussing what to eat for dinner.

"Forget it, with your IQ, you wouldn't be able to figure out such a complicated problem."

He stretched out his finger and tapped lightly on the greasy tabletop.

"Ding ding ding, listen up, junior."

"Given your and your boss's behavior just now, which showed a complete lack of sincerity, I am very unhappy."

Therefore, the details of the transaction have changed.

Li Haotian withdrew his hand and opened it.

"We're no longer selling accounts."

"We'll sell... your boss's life."

The prophet suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

He saw Li Haotian pull out that broken phone with its screen cracked like a spider web again.

This action now terrifies him more than any weapon.

Li Haotian unlocked the device skillfully, tapping the screen a few times with his finger.

A completely black interface popped up.

There are no fancy animations, no complicated icons, only lines of dark green code scrolling upwards like a waterfall.

The prophet saw that several IDs were flashing at the top of the interface.

[Scorpion]

Blood Scythe

【Anonymous_777】

[Doomsday Preparers]

……

He knew two of them.

One is Scorpion, the organization's number two.

One is the Blood Scythe, the bishop's most loyal executioner force.

This person actually managed to bring two mortal enemies into the same chat room?

What does he want to do?

Li Haotian ignored the prophet's ghostly face.

He had his head down, his two thumbs typing rapidly on the virtual keyboard, like a teenager addicted to the internet who was arguing with his girlfriend.

He was typing while muttering to himself.

"My family members don't understand, I've run into a real jerk today."

"They insisted on doing business with me, but they couldn't even afford to top up their five million yuan meal card."

"There's no other way but to use a new link."

He held his phone up to the prophet; the screen displayed a line of text he had just typed.

[Auction Item: "Bishop," leader of the "Purgatory" organization. Real-time coordinates of his current hideout, with an error margin of no more than three meters. Includes a base structure diagram and security deployment plan.]

Auction method: Blind auction, highest bidder wins.

Starting bid: One S-class space-system extraordinary crystal core.

Li Haotian pressed the send button.

Then, he placed his phone in the middle of the table.

"Ding ding ding—"

In an instant, that small screen became like a powder keg that had been ignited.

Countless messages popped up frantically, so fast that the content was impossible to read.

[Scorpion: I'm offering two! Send me the coordinates now!]

[Blood Scythe: Outsider! How dare you! You dare to lay your hands on the position of the Bishop?]

[Doomsday Preparer: Holy crap? Really? A live auction for the 'Purgatory' boss? Wow, that's awesome!]

[Anonymous_777: [image.jpg]]

Li Haotian's gaze lingered on the last message for a moment.

That's an emoji.

A panda wearing sunglasses, with the caption: I'll just look and not say anything.

"Oh, there's another one who loves to watch the show."

Li Haotian smiled and didn't take it seriously.

His attention was quickly drawn to the prophet.

The prophet was staring intently at the frantically scrolling screen, his body trembling like a leaf in the autumn wind.

He wasn't looking at the bids.

He was listening.

The tiny, military-grade encrypted communicator in his ear, about the size of a grain of rice, was now emitting a deafening roar, like an earthquake.

"boom--"

The sound was like a conference table made of solid wood, weighing half a ton, being smashed to pieces by a fist.

Immediately following was a roar, suppressed to the extreme, as if it were about to tear the vocal cords apart.

"He—dared!"

For the first time, the bishop's voice lost its usual composed and strategic tone.

All that remained was the overwhelming rage of betrayal, manipulation, and being treated like merchandise on a shelf.

"Oh ho."

Li Haotian picked at his ear and looked at the prophet with an innocent expression.

"Your boss seems to have a bit of a temper."

"If you break a table or chair, you'll have to pay for it."

The prophet suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"You...you're declaring war on 'Purgatory'!"

"Do you even know what you're doing?!"

"Wrong." Li Haotian held up a finger and shook it in front of him.

"I am not declaring war on you."

"It was your boss who insisted on barging into my fishpond to blast fish."

He pointed to the phone screen.

"Now, I've simply turned you all into fish."

"Look."

Li Haotian pushed the screen forward again.

[Scorpion: Three! I'll add a genetic sequence chart of an A-level mental awakener! Don't waste time talking to that poor bastard 'Blood Scythe,' let's trade directly!]

[Blood Scythe: Poison Scorpion! You traitor! Once I kill this brat, you'll be next!]

The chat room was in complete chaos.

The loyalists and the rebels, in front of everyone, began the most naked attacks and threats against each other.

"Tsk tsk tsk." Li Haotian shook his head, looking regretful.

"Your company culture is no good."

"They have absolutely no team spirit, no wonder their performance is so poor."

The prophet felt his blood gradually cooling.

He finally understood.

From the very beginning, the other party never intended to discuss any business.

The school cafeteria, ex-girlfriend, school basketball team, five million yuan meal card...

Everything was a performance.

A large-scale absurd play specifically performed for the bishop, for his audience.

The goal was to lure them into lowering their guard and leading them step by step into this carefully laid trap.

Now, the truth has been revealed.

The hunter has become the prey.

"What...what do you want?"

The prophet's voice was dry and hoarse, with a tremor he himself was unaware of.

"Me?" Li Haotian laughed.

He leaned forward, close to the prophet's ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Isn't what I want already written on the screen?"

"An S-class space-system extraordinary crystal core."

"In business, I have always been honest and fair to everyone, young and old."

The prophet's heart sank to the bottom.

He knew that S-grade crystal cores were the highest strategic resources of "Purgatory," and their value was immeasurable.

The bishop couldn't possibly have produced it.

And the consequences of not being able to produce it...

Just then, the bishop's cold, emotionless command came through the prophet's earpiece.

"Kill him."

"Kill him now, at all costs!"

"Once he dies, this farce will end."

The prophet's body trembled violently.

He subconsciously looked at Li Haotian.

The other person still looked lazy, and even picked up their chopsticks with interest to poke at the free pickled vegetables on the table.

They seemed completely unaware that a deadly crisis was about to unfold.

Kill him?

How to kill?

With his mental energy, which was completely frozen and could not be mobilized even a trace?

Or should I use my own body, which is bound by an invisible force and cannot even stand up?

For the first time, the prophet felt powerless and desperate in the face of the bishop's command.

He looked at the "senior" in front of him who was still debating whether to add dried radish or pickled mustard greens.

He suddenly realized.

Your Excellency may have made one mistake from beginning to end.

What they were facing was neither a lucky puppet nor a forbidden existence.

They were facing a... complete madman.

A madman who treats the whole world as a playground and everyone as a toy.

"Sigh, we're out of pickled vegetables."

Li Haotian put down his chopsticks, looking regretful.

He waved to an auntie who was clearing a table not far away.

"Aunt!"

"Here, another serving of pickled vegetables!"

A dark web chat room where bidding is in full swing, a corner of the cafeteria teeming with danger, and the organization's leader roaring in fury thousands of miles away...

At this moment, none of all of that matters as much as a free plate of pickled vegetables.

As the prophet watched this scene, the taut string in his mind snapped.

He gave up thinking.