One person: Longhushan security guard, stopped the Ten Elders until they cried!

"Brother Zhou, are you alright?"

At the village entrance, Zhou Yan and the others did not enter the village with the temporary workers.

Lu Linglong jogged over and looked Zhou Yan up and down, her eyes full of worry.

"What could possibly happen to me?" Zhou Yan said, hands in his pockets, completely unconcerned.

"Hehe, that's true..." Lu Linglong chuckled and scratched her head, completely unaware that her older cousin's face had darkened considerably!

Is this the important point?

He knew from the start that once Ma Xianhong developed the Body Refinement Furnace, the company would definitely not stand idly by...

I just didn't expect them to arrive so quickly!

"That's pretty much what I expected..."

Zhuge Qing, who had been squinting, slowly put away the hand seals in his palm, his expression unusually serious.

Zhou Yan glanced at him sideways.

No need to ask... that bastard must have been eavesdropping on their conversation again with [Listen to the Wind].

"Ma Xianhong has an almost blind obsession and affection for the descendants of the Thirty-Six Thieves and the inheritors of the Eight Extraordinary Skills."

Zhuge Qing crossed his arms. "Knowing full well that Zhang Chulan and his group came with a purpose to cause trouble, they still dared to take them in the village..."

Isn't this just inviting trouble?

Lu Linglong put her hands on her hips, her eyebrows furrowed tightly together.

Last night, my brother explained the severity of the situation to her in detail.

On the one hand, she wholeheartedly agreed with the company's decision—the Body Refinement Furnace, which could mass-produce superhumans, should indeed be destroyed;

On the other hand...

After a brief encounter, she discovered that both Ma Xianhong and the villagers...

They are not inherently evil people!

Wang Ye crossed his arms, seemingly lost in thought.

Zhang Lingyu remained expressionless and directly asked the most crucial question on behalf of everyone:

"Senior brother, what are you planning to do?"

In an instant, the eyes of Wang Ye, Zhuge Qing, and the Lu siblings all focused on Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan shrugged and said calmly, "First of all, like you, I absolutely do not approve of the existence of something like a cultivation furnace."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief...

After all, apart from Lu Lin, no one else knew what Zhou Yan was up to.

"Imagine if the line between ordinary people and those with superpowers were completely blurred... suddenly there would be tens of thousands of people with superpowers..."

The existing order will collapse instantly. Who knows how many people will lose their lives then!

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Unless an alien mothership suddenly descends upon the world tomorrow, or some external threat capable of destroying humanity appears.

otherwise...

Once everyone becomes an extraordinary being, what awaits this world is an unprecedented and brutal infighting!

"But..." Zhou Yan changed the subject, saying helplessly, "What wrong has our simple-minded Village Chief Ma done?"

Ugh……

Everyone sighed in unison, their heads hanging low in dejection.

This is precisely where they feel most conflicted and powerless!

"So, my idea is simple: for now, let's not take sides..."

Zhou Yan stroked his chin. "If they want to smash the furnace, then smash it! But if they want to kill someone, no way!"

Ding dong~!

Just then, Zhou Yan's phone rang.

The letter was from the long-lost "Ryoko's Little Stomach".

"Master Zhou, I have successfully mastered my family's secret martial arts..."

I'll be there to meet you as quickly as possible!

Zhou Yan's lips curled into a smile.

very good...

I hope that my 600,000+ yuan wasn't wasted!

"Before that, I need to figure out one thing..."

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Meanwhile, inside the dilapidated woodshed at the west end of the village.

Apart from Wang Zhenqiu, who was responsible for going out to gather intelligence, the remaining temporary workers were sitting cross-legged in a circle.

The clarinet-wielding man sat imposingly in the center, his face so grim it seemed about to drip water.

"The network signal in the Biyou Village area has been interfered with by some kind of high-intensity magnetic field. It's almost certainly the work of the magical artifact in Ma Xianhong's possession."

"But they overlooked one thing—we still have Erzhuang, a bug-level cheat!"

The clarinet sneered, "I've already confirmed with the heads of each district through Erzhuang..."

The company will not send any follow-up support for this mission!

"Therefore, my advice is—quick and decisive, defeat them one by one!"

Black pipe's gaze swept over Lao Meng, Xiao Zizai, and Zhang Chulan:

"From what we've observed so far, the number of superhumans in Biyou Village far exceeds ours. However, in terms of individual combat ability, the advantage lies with us!"

"Cough...cough cough!"

Zhang Chulan coughed twice, interrupting:

"Um... Brother Guan, let's not talk about others for now..."

With my junior uncle there...

Zhang Chulan was internally ranting and raving.

Have you forgotten how you were kicked more than 20 meters away like a ball at the village entrance just now?

Where does this inexplicable self-confidence come from...?

If you want to die, don't drag us down with you!

"Hey."

Upon hearing this, the clarinet player let out a cold laugh.

He reached out again and touched the gun-barrel-shaped magical artifact on his right wrist, which was emitting a faint blue light, and said calmly:

"Back at the village entrance, I hadn't even used my full strength yet."

The clarinet was being squeezed so hard that the knuckles cracked.

"Since it was my idea to propose the plan, I should naturally be in charge of the decapitation operation against Ma Xianhong, the village chief who is theoretically the biggest threat."

Since you, Xiao Zhang, have reservations about that junior uncle…”

"Then, I'll handle Zhou Yan!"

Zhang Chulan's mouth was wide open, but he couldn't utter a single word for a long time.

This scene...why does it feel so familiar?

"You've given yourself away, Whitebeard!"

"I'll kill Gojo Satoru!"

Zhang Chulan heard strange voices in his ears... He was speechless.

"...Um, I have a question!"

Old Meng, who had been silent all along, finally couldn't help but raise his hand:

"What if... I mean, what if we didn't actually need to go to war?"

Should we wait for Qiu'er to get back some information before deciding?

Clang!

Before Old Meng could finish speaking, the dilapidated wooden door to the woodshed was kicked open from the outside.

Wang Zhenqiu, who had just left, walked in with a dark face and an angry expression.

"Don't even mention it! Thanks to that battle at the village entrance, these villagers now look at me like I'm a thief..."

I've talked myself hoarse, but not a single person will even speak to me!

Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!

Just as Wang Zhenqiu finished venting his frustrations, the cell phones of several people in the woodshed rang at the same time!

The group was taken aback and quickly took out their phones.

Upon seeing this, everyone's expressions became increasingly interesting...

The message... was actually sent by Xia Liuqing, whom they had left outside the village beforehand to provide backup!

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Five minutes ago.

Under a crooked tree, two kilometers away from Biyou Village.

Ding Ziheng, who was in charge of going out to buy supplies, was furtively looking around.

"Hey...Old Chen, it's me!"

Ding Ziheng lowered his voice and whispered:

"There's new development in the village! A group of ruthless people of unknown origin have arrived... I heard they seem to be from the company..."

"Okay! Okay... I understand..."

beep-

I just hung up the phone, and a strange chill suddenly rose up from my spine without warning!

"Who?!"

Ding Ziheng was shocked and was about to turn around.

A sharp, eerie energy, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into a major acupoint on his back!

[Soaring Finger!]

boom!

Ding Ziheng felt a sudden darkness before his eyes and collapsed to the ground.

He turned his head with difficulty, looking in the direction from which the force was coming.

In the reeds nearby, there lay a gaunt old man wearing a floral shirt and with a face full of wrinkles.

The old man stared intently at him, his smile sinister, his eyes gleaming!

"You little bastard..."

The old man once again made the starting stance of "Lingxu Finger".

"Tell me right now, where did Jin Feng go?!"

"Otherwise... we'll tell the whole village that you've been a traitor!"