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

"This is so laggy!"

Zhang Chulan stared at the pixelated phone screen, his eyes twitching.

"Who cares... as long as it's Chairman Zhao!" Blackie was sweating profusely.

On the other end of the video, Zhao Fangxu's background was bathed in warm yellow light.

The person in charge of Nadutong was wearing a white shirt with two or three buttons casually undone at the collar.

He had a smiling expression on his face, looking exactly like the chubby uncle next door who was getting ready to go home and rest...

Where is there even a trace of the murderous aura of someone commanding a "village massacre"?

"Excuse me for disturbing you so late at night, Chairman Zhao..."

Seeing that the signal was really bad, Zhou Yan decided to get straight to the point.

"Well, on behalf of these temporary workers, I'd like to verify this with you in person."

Zhou Yan's tone was calm, as if he were chatting casually: "Has the company issued an order to completely annihilate Biyou Village?"

The screen froze into static.

[The entire village was wiped out? When did I ever issue such an order?]

Zhao Fangxu's voice came out in fits and starts, revealing a sense of astonishment and confusion.

"OK, that's enough."

beep-

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yan pressed the hang-up button.

call ended!

The temporary workers stared at each other, their heads buzzing.

Chairman Zhao was being far too amiable with him...

Could they be related by blood or something...?

"So, do you believe me now?" Zhou Yan was completely oblivious to everyone's ulterior motives.

He put away his phone and glanced at the crowd.

Zhang Chulan was the first to jump out, patting his chest and saying:

"I believe you! I will believe whatever Uncle Zhou says!"

"That Bi Youlong...that bastard actually dared to forge an imperial edict!"

He took a deep breath and stopped insisting, his expression completely relaxed.

"Brother Zhou, you make the arrangements. Since it's not a company order, we'll follow your instructions!"

Buzzing--! ! !

The clarinet's voice had barely faded.

A deafening roar tore through the night sky overhead.

Everyone suddenly looked up.

Above their heads, seven or eight helicopters were lined up... pressing towards the inconspicuous army of Biyou Village!

"What...how could it be like this?!"

Old Meng shuddered in fright.

"Armed helicopters... The company actually deployed armed helicopters for Biyou Village!"

It's unclear what Wang Zhenqiu's nerves are made of.

Seeing this, they actually seemed even more excited!

"It seems... the option of taking advantage of the time difference and evacuating the entire Biyou Village is not going to work..."

Zhou Yan coldly watched the black dots passing overhead, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

"That bastard Lao Bi really went to great lengths to silence us..."

With that, he simply sat down on the ground, reached into his food pouch, and began to rummage through it...

The temporary workers stared intently, wondering if he was preparing some secret weapon...

The result was...

hemp rope???

"Uncle-Master, what's wrong?" Zhang Chulan scratched his head.

Zhou Yan sighed, but continued working.

"Don't make a fuss, I'm cramming at the last minute."

As he pulled the rope, which was dozens of meters long, outward, he muttered to himself:

"Luckily, we had enough rope... Damn it, compared to those scumbags from Quanxing, the people from the company are such a hassle..."

Zhang Chulan blinked, completely bewildered.

"How so?"

"We can kill anyone we want, but these employees from South China..."

To put it bluntly, they were just carrying out orders; their crime doesn't warrant death!

Upon hearing this, the temporary workers looked at each other in bewilderment!

Is this even Mandarin?

Dozens of heavily armed temporary workers arrived. His thought wasn't "how to escape," but rather "can I kill them?"

Zhou Yan didn't care what they thought.

He pulled out the rough hemp rope, several dozen meters long, and tossed it at his feet. Then, he silently activated the system panel in his mind...

"Divine Machine Refinement...Give me ten years first!"

Om-!

In the blink of an eye, a wealth of information about the principles of weapon crafting appeared...

The material properties of various metals, woods, and fabrics, as well as the interactions of the five elements, were forcibly instilled into Zhou Yan's mind as if by instinct!

However, most of this knowledge is currently disorganized.

They seem to be connected in countless ways, yet they also seem to have no connection at all.

Zhou Yan felt like his head had been filled with mush... He was completely dazed and confused.

Regarding the art of weapon crafting, he seemed to have grasped something, yet also seemed to have missed something...

"Tsk...it seems I'm one of those people who don't have much talent when it comes to weapon crafting..."

There's nothing strange about that.

The ratio of ordinary people to extraordinary people is close to one in 100,000.

And in the entire world of supernatural beings, there are only a few weapon refiners.

But it's okay.

I may not have the talent... but I'll make up for it with hard work!

He took a deep breath and silently recited in his mind—

"Twenty more years!"

boom!

Da da da... Da da da...!

Just as Zhou Yan closed his eyes to add points.

From the direction of Biyou Village, amidst the dense barrage of submachine gun fire, flames could be faintly seen rising in the distance!

The vanguard in South China...

They've clashed with Biyou Village!

Hei Guan and Zhang Chulan each lit a cigarette, anxious but could only stare blankly at Zhou Yan sitting on the ground.

"What's he doing? The situation is dire, isn't he worried at all?"

Zhang Chulan crossed his arms, trying to appear calm:

"I don't know... To paraphrase another junior uncle of mine... Uncle Zhou has his reasons for doing things..."

"Let's just wait!"

"Damn...it's done!"

Soon, Zhou Yan suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of dark golden light disappeared deep in his pupils!

Divine ingenuity... nothing more than this!

"I misunderstood my nephew... It turns out that the way he made the magical artifacts had nothing to do with aesthetics or anything like that."

"Gold's ability to conduct Qi far surpasses that of other metals..."

They were speaking in a way that no one could understand.

Zhou Yan picked up one end of the hemp rope that was lying on the ground with his backhand.

next second...

The rope is straight now!

In Zhou Yan's palm, a dark golden light, like ripples on water, rapidly spread along the hemp rope...

Amidst the crackling and popping sounds.

The hemp rope resembled a small snake that had been clicked, sometimes forming a "I" shape, sometimes twisting into an "S" shape...

Pa~!

clap clap clap!

Sparks flew everywhere!

The rope broke in half into more than a dozen equal-length segments...

Each segment radiated a dim, golden light that flickered intermittently!

"All done!"

Zhou Yan dusted off his hands, stood up, and looked at the dumbfounded temporary workers.

"Don't just stand there, everyone pick one up."

The temporary workers stared at Zhou Yan as if he were a monster, mechanically bending down to pick up the rope.

The cigarette butt in the mouthpiece fell to the ground with a "thud," and he didn't even notice the sparks that splashed onto his trouser leg.

"This is... a magical artifact?!"

Wang Zhenqiu was knowledgeable and experienced. He only needed to inject a little bit of his true qi, and his eyes immediately widened like copper bells.

"It's a rare type of restraint artifact!"

The clarinet player felt a dryness in his throat, and his voice cracked when he spoke.

"You...you were sitting here in a daze for a while."

Then, in just a few minutes... using whatever materials were available, they forged over a dozen magical artifacts from this thing?!

"That's right." Zhou Yan weighed the rope in his hand, speaking casually, "I imitated the principle of the closed-element needle and applied the effects of 'suppression' and 'sealing' to it."

Although it's just a defective product that won't last long, time is of the essence, so let's make do with it!

After saying that, he put away the remaining ropes and ignored the crowd.

He turned around and strode towards Biyou Village, which was ablaze with flames.

"Stop dawdling and get on board!"