My Post-Apocalyptic Territory

"I want you to work for me."

The old man swung the wine bottle in his hand, seemingly unconcerned about Gray Blade's words. He continued, "Just tell me what you want. We can handle finding people and things here, and we can also resolve some disputes and grudges."

"Tell me your requirements, leave a deposit, and I will contact the supplier for you."

Gray Blade tapped lightly on the table and looked at the old man.

"Old Yan, you don't need to pretend anymore."

The old man glanced up, still unconcerned.

"You are the real boss. You control everything, including this bar and all these businesses."

This time, Old Man Yan was somewhat surprised.

Many people know that his surname is Yan.

Most people only think of him as an intermediary, working for others, understanding the client's requirements, and then showing them to the boss behind the scenes to decide whether to do the business.

Few people know that the thugs who resolve disputes for others are actually his "employees".

Old Man Yan raised an eyebrow and gradually became serious.

He looked at Gray Blade and said, "Kid, since you know where you are, do you know what the consequences will be if you cause trouble here?"

"Or are you saying that just because we don't take on murder cases, we're afraid to kill? People die every day in this refugee camp. If too many people die, it can cause some trouble, but who would care about you alone...?"

He shook his head. "Of course, in business, harmony brings wealth. I'll give you another chance. Tell me your purpose."

"Why did I come here?" Grayblade laughed. "I just want you and your men to work for me. Otherwise, why would I be here?"

Old Man Yan's expression gradually turned cold.

He slammed his hand on the bell under the table, and an alarm immediately went off throughout the bar.

The bartender's expression changed, and he stopped what he was doing.

Many burly men ran out from inside, carrying weapons such as knives, spears, and clubs.

The customers here also sensed something was wrong. Looking at these burly men with unfriendly expressions, even a fool would know that they couldn't stay any longer.

They all left the bar.

boom!

The door closed.

The burly men stared at Grayblade with ill intent. The most robust man in the middle pointed at Grayblade and said, "Dad, is this the guy causing trouble? He's so small. I think I could slap him to death."

Grayblade squinted and smiled.

Surrounded by burly men, he remained completely unconcerned.

For some reason, Old Man Yan felt a knot in his heart. Gray Blade didn't look strong, and his aura was equally weak, so why was he so confident?

What are their trump cards?

The burly men surrounding Gray Blade didn't think that much.

The first person swept down with a stick, only to find that the figure of the gray blade had disappeared from his sight.

The next moment, everything spun around him, and he was thrown into the air, crashing onto the floor some distance away.

With a bang, a cloud of dust seemed to fall from the old house.

The big man tried to get up, but suddenly everything went black. Another big man was thrown over and landed on his buttocks in his face.

These men were all very strong, and Gray Blade was indeed small compared to them. However, they were also quite heavy. One or two was fine, but one after another, these big men were thrown away by Gray Blade in the blink of an eye and landed in the same place.

The burly man at the very bottom had a face that was pale, red, black, and contorted with pain. He could no longer speak and could only utter muffled "uh-huh" sounds.

Yan Dazhuang, the strongest in terms of physique and also the most powerful awakened one, roared and charged forward.

He slapped down, and Gray Blade's figure disappeared from his sight.

The table next to it shattered.

A look of heartache flashed in Old Man Yan's eyes from a distance.

Yan Dazhuang suddenly turned around, "Found you."

His fist, as big as a sandbag, slammed down, this time hitting Gray Blade.

Yan Dazhuang was stunned. His fist passed right through Gray Blade. It was an illusion!

Then it crashed into the wall next to it.

With a bang, the wall cracked, and Old Man Yan was so heartbroken he almost smashed the wine bottle in his hand.

A few minutes later.

A small human body was piled up inside the bar.

The burly man at the bottom had already fainted, fully experiencing the feeling of being crushed by a giant.

Yan Dazhuang was the last one to be thrown up, but he was also the one who got beaten the worst.

With his face bruised and swollen, if he hadn't been beaten in front of Old Man Yan, Yan Dazhuang probably wouldn't even be recognized by his own father.

After finishing my work.

Gray Blade clapped his hands and looked at Old Man Yan.

"Let me reintroduce myself. I am... well, my identity is confidential. Now, may we talk about work?"

…………

Academy of Sciences.

In an underground research lab.

Sun Weiguo is using an instrument to inscribe runes into the equipment.

Despite his advanced age, his hands, which controlled the instruments, did not tremble at all, and he did not ask anyone for help... Compared to having others do things for him, Sun Weiguo enjoyed the process of scientific research results being born in his own hands more.

After some time, the runic energy was finally inscribed.

Sun Weiguo carefully moved the long sword to the other side and placed it on a testing instrument.

A red light illuminates on the instrument, and the result appears.

Beside him, assistant Kobayashi was so nervous she barely dared to breathe. After a long while, she cautiously asked, "Teacher,...did it work?"

Sun Weiguo frowned. "The runes have been successfully inscribed, but the effect is far from what was expected."

After hearing Tang Yu's words, Sun Weiguo suddenly understood.

He had been studying this area for a long time, but he was stuck on the key point. After he figured it out, Sun Weiguo immediately discussed and studied it with several other experts all night long, and soon made a systematic summary of the extraordinary power of runes.

In their view, the most difficult part of making rune weapons is the step of inscribing the runes.

Currently, the rune inscription has been successfully completed, but its effect is far inferior to that of the Demon-Slaying Sword.

"Where exactly did the problem lie?"

Sun Weiguo racked his brains.

To better demonstrate this, he used the exact same materials as the Demon-Slaying Sword, and even the weapon's style and size were only slightly different.

But it still didn't work!

To inscribe this rune, he consumed thousands of units of source crystals, which was far beyond the normal consumption of rune weapons. If it had succeeded, that would have been fine, but the result showed that this newly forged longsword was not even a level below the Demon-Slaying Longsword.

Suddenly, a new idea popped into his head.

"Kobayashi, bring me another demon-slaying longsword."

Assistant Kobayashi nodded and was about to reach for it when he suddenly paused, "Teacher, the last Demon-Slaying Sword was just dismantled, and there are none left."

He looked distressed.

Sun Weiguo's face was almost contorted with rage, as if he were about to do *that* thing, only to be told it couldn't be done today.

It might be even more painful than this!

If he weren't an awakened being, he would probably faint from the shock.

Even now, his fingers were trembling with anxiety. He suddenly slapped his thigh. "Oh right, and that young man from last time, Lin, I told you to keep an eye out for him. Did you? Go talk to him. How many Demon-Slaying Swords do he have left? Take them all. Source Crystals aren't a problem. Even if he wants something else, as long as the Academy of Sciences can provide it, it's no problem!"

Sun Weiguo was so anxious that he was almost incoherent.

Xiao Lin panicked. "Teacher, although I found out where those people lived in Lindong last time, they're not there now."

"Could they have gone out on a mission? That's a bit tricky."

"No." After thinking for a moment, Kobayashi finally revealed the cruel truth. "It seems they haven't returned to the shelter. The previous information was that they were ambushed by the Crimson Hand in the wild."

"The Crimson Hand?" Sun Weiguo exclaimed angrily.

Even though Tang Yu had already been paid a considerable amount for his contributions, Sun Weiguo still felt that the young man was a hero of Lin Dong. However, they never expected that they would be attacked by the Crimson Hand!

His eyes became somewhat vacant. "It was my negligence, my negligence... We must make sure Lu Jianjun eliminates these bad apples!"

Sun Weiguo was about to set off.

But then Kobayashi said, "No, teacher, the Crimson Hand has been destroyed. It's said that it was those three people who did it."

Sun Weiguo: "..."

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