My Post-Apocalyptic Territory

Tang Yu stepped forward and kicked Shi Yanming twice more, knocking him to the ground. Without caring about the dirt, he began to grope Shi Yanming's body.

The onlookers had strange expressions on their faces. Could it be...?

Yilian looked helpless, but she pointed her staff at the team members, freezing them even more solid.

Grayblade, however, looked excited and eager to try.

A short while later.

Tang Yu stopped, looking disappointed.

Grayblade looked on, very disappointed, his face full of regret.

The onlookers craned their necks, but were very disappointed and sighed.

Tang Yu found several source crystals on Shi Yanming.

Only a few.

"So poor? Isn't the Crimson Hand one of the four major mercenary groups? And you're just a squad leader! How did you get to this position if you're so poor? Sigh!"

It's like you're terrible.

Shi Yanming was furious!

Several of his teeth had been knocked out, making his speech slightly slurred, and he glared angrily at Tang Yu.

"You scarlet pig's trotters, no, we won't let you off!"

"The scarlet pig's trotters have big walls, unlike Li Neng who can mess with Sister Li!"

Within the mercenary group, there are twelve squads alone.

His team was only the seventh squad, ranking in the middle. The strongest teams were the first and second squads, led by the regimental commander and deputy regimental commander.

This is the infamous reputation of their Scarlet Hand, and the source of their unbridled audacity.

"so what?"

Tang Yu was helpless.

Is this so idiotic? Can't we just have a proper conversation?

I was thinking that if the Crimson Hand could come up with tens or hundreds of thousands of Source Crystals to ransom these people, it wouldn't be a bad idea to let them go, but unfortunately...

The long sword pierced in.

Shi Yanming stared wide-eyed, seemingly unable to believe that Tang Yu was so bold and decisive.

He gradually lost consciousness, and the last thing he heard was a low sigh, "If you have to blame someone, blame yourself for being too poor."

His face was filled with resentment, and he finally fell backward, lifeless.

Tang Yu wasn't able to find many Source Crystals on the remaining Crimson Hand members either. These people were probably so afraid of being poor that they resorted to robbing people in the street.

Therefore, there is a reason why the poor often have short lives.

Tang Yu felt that he had gained a new understanding of life.

"Kill him, kill him. Keeping him alive won't change the fact that he's poor."

The members of Scarlet Hand looked terrified, their eyes wide open.

Some begged for mercy, some cursed, and some tried to stall for time and wait for reinforcements from other Crimson Hand teams, but Tang Yu clearly did not give them the chance.

Since you acted so decisively, why did you only injure them at the beginning and not kill them, giving them the illusion that they could survive?

As they fell, each of them wore a look of resentment.

If Tang Yu could see negative emotion values, the value appearing above these people's heads would definitely be +999.

The expressions on the faces of the onlookers who had awakened were also quite interesting.

They stood around with a spectator's attitude, no matter how arrogant the Crimson Hand was, this black market was jointly managed by the four major mercenary groups and was still in a sanctuary...

It's not a crime for a mere spectator in this great Celestial Empire!

But now they felt that this shelter was about to be the site of a storm.

Some awakened individuals have secretly decided to stay obediently in the shelter for the next few days; otherwise, who knows what might happen if they encounter the maddened Crimson Hand in the wild!

As they walked out of the black market's iron gates, the awakened ones kept their distance.

Wherever he went, those who were blocking his way quickly moved aside.

Tang Yu felt that he should be a handsome young man, so why did everyone avoid him like the plague?

He touched his face... Oh, so he was wearing a mask, no wonder.

There are many routes leading out of the black market from this tunnel, but Tang Yu decided to find a wider one this time, as the route he came by was really uncomfortable to walk on.

Suddenly, a "tap-tap" sound came from ahead.

These are footsteps, and judging from the sound, there are quite a few people.

Are they from the Crimson Hand?

Tang Yu Sifu didn't move fast, just to wait and see if he could reap another harvest.

Among the crowd, a member of the Crimson Hand Squad 7 who had missed the team's assembly due to diarrhea beamed with joy. Had the reinforcements finally arrived?

The other awakened ones looked solemn... This large mercenary group was indeed swift in its actions, but they were also worried that the Crimson Hand might take their anger out on others because of this.

However, the next moment, everyone's expression changed drastically. The people who appeared before them were not the Scarlet Hand team.

The group of people were dressed in uniform and were very disciplined. As they approached, they stood straight and silent. It was clear from their positions that they were protecting the safety of the elderly man in the center.

"The person in the colorful uniform is from the military!"

"Why are soldiers here?"

"Do they want to shut down the black market? That can't be right. The black market has been around for so long, and the military hasn't made any statement. Surely they didn't notice it before?"

Tang Yu was also puzzled as to why military personnel would appear in this place.

This is, after all, a black market. Even if its existence is tacitly approved by the shelter authorities, it's not quite right for someone dressed in military uniform to walk in so openly. They should at least try to conceal it. Otherwise, wouldn't it be better to just put the black market out in the open? Someone as new to the shelter as him wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to find a black market.

As he pondered, he saw the elderly man with gray hair, protected by military personnel, walk up step by step. "Young man, did you sell this?"

What the old man held in his hand was a demon-slaying... oh, a basic longsword.

Tang Yu was taken aback, but did not deny it. With the military's capabilities, it would certainly not be difficult to find out about this.

"That's wonderful! That's wonderful!" the old man exclaimed excitedly. "How did you manage to infuse that special power element into the longsword?"

Special power factor?

Integration?

Tang Yu had a guess, but pretended to be confused, saying, "Sorry, sir, I don't understand."

A young man, panting heavily, caught up with the old man. Although he was young and strong, he could not keep up with his teacher because he was not an Awakened One.

After catching his breath, Assistant Kobayashi looked at Tang Yu with a less than friendly expression. "How can you be like this? The teacher rushed here in the middle of his busy schedule just to ask a question, and you're pretending to be confused."

Tang Yu ignored the young man's words.

Before Xiao Lin could say anything more, the old man raised his hand to stop him, then looked at Tang Yu and said, "Young man, I know what you're worried about. I, Sun Weiguo, guarantee with my reputation that this matter will not cause you any trouble. Moreover, I will not take your production method for nothing. How about this, the Academy of Sciences' research results, whether technology or physical objects, can be exchanged for anything you like. If you have any other conditions, you can make them."

The old man was very generous and made a great promise, enough to make anyone in Lin Dong envious, even high-ranking bigwigs.

Tang Yu knew that this was not mere idle talk.

because,

He had heard of the old man's name before: Sun Weiguo, the president of the Academy of Sciences, who had already achieved many significant scientific research results in just over a month after the apocalypse.

As the dean, Sun Weiguo was naturally one of the big shots at the Lin Dong Shelter. However, Sun Weiguo was engrossed in research and basically didn't care about anything. There were very few people like him who left the Academy of Sciences after the apocalypse.