Poverty makes me capable of anything.

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After she finished speaking, Ella stared nervously at Anran.

But An Ran shook her head.

“It’s different,” she said.

Ella is the only one who is different.

"Like family, at least in this world, no one can replace Ella in my heart."

"..."

Ella looked down at herself. The emotions she felt here were different from any she had ever felt before; they were emotions that couldn't be analyzed using data or simulated with facial expressions.

"Oh," she responded weakly.

An Ran opened a can of food and pushed it in front of her: "What's your name?"

“Los Remedios Wuya Christina Qianqian,” Qianqian said.

"What?" An Ran wondered if she had misheard.

Qianqian could only repeat herself.

"..."

"Write it down, can you write it?" An Ran's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

"Ah."

Qianqian took the pen from Anran and wrote down her name.

An Ran glanced at it and realized that it would be 16 characters long if converted to Chinese.

I had heard before that Picasso's given name had more than 50 characters. Although Qianqian's name is not as long as his, it is still the longest one that Anran has ever seen.

"This is my mother's surname, this is my brother's tribal name, this is my mother's name, and this is my name," Qianqian pointed out from left to right.

"Where's your father?" An Ran was taken aback.

"He ran off with another woman." Qianqian said this in a nonchalant manner.

"Uh..." This seems to be a rather somber topic.

"How about I call you An Qianqian from now on? Your name is too long, it's quite troublesome when introducing yourself to others." An Ran changed the subject and thought of something very interesting.

"An Qianqian?"

“My name is An Ran,” An Ran said.

Her shallow eyes darted around: "Do you want to be my mother?"

puff……

"I'm at most six years older than you! Call me 'older sister'!" An Ran retorted angrily.

"Oh."

An Qianqian nodded and ate the canned food.

She finally managed to win her over temporarily, and An Ran breathed a sigh of relief. Her favorability rating was 46, which wasn't a big change, but she could gradually develop feelings for her over time.

This statement does have some merit.

While the dark-skinned loli An Qianqian was eating, An Ran had already set up her new bed.

Be patient and wait for the war to end, then hurry up and leave this godforsaken place.

An Ran thought to herself.

The soldiers guarding the ships outside thought the same thing; they were unaware of the battle situation and that Night Owl had launched a "desperate assault."

A desperate attack.

This is the command's assessment of Night Owl's insane actions.

After delaying the ambush and using the flanks to block the attacking forces, the Night Owl rebels' central force of over a hundred ships of various sizes launched an assault on multiple ground bases.

The ground landing battle was extremely fierce, with the number of troops on both sides being roughly equal. However, Night Owl's individual combat skills were not inferior at all, and his fearless spirit in the face of death made the expeditionary force extremely troubled.

Major Byrd, who was the last to awaken, was finally surrounded after cutting down seven robots in succession.

"For the Empire! To the death!"

His impending shout filled everyone with respect for Major Byrd, who was said to have "thought problems."

Although he acted like a coward at times, and although he shouldn't have died so quickly as a commander, he fell face forward.

On such a battlefield, they are all insignificant little people, but it is the stories of these little people that constitute the grand picture of the battlefield.

The Empire's loyal soldiers launched a final assault on the rebels.

The steel torrents collided, igniting bloody sparks.

……

For Harrison, waiting 17 hours is a common occurrence.

He had waited the same way countless times in order to realize his plan.

However, the result of his wait this time left him very dissatisfied. He did not get the result he wanted, and when he tried to find out why, he found that he could not contact the other party at all, as it showed that the other party had no signal.

"It's time."

Harrison watched the video signal transmitted back by the reconnaissance plane.

He learned from Walter that Fitch was making a name for himself on Kleber, quickly overthrowing the provisional government, and was now apparently hunting down those close to Enron.

“We can’t wait any longer. We can talk about it after this is over,” Walter said.

Fine.

Harrison did not refuse. If Anran hadn't interfered, this operation should have been carried out by him anyway, so the current situation wasn't entirely unacceptable.

Harrison was becoming increasingly dissatisfied with Enron.

We need to find a chance to teach her a lesson and show her who's really in charge of the Blue Forest!

"Set off."

Harrison waved.

The entire army is mobilized.

Chapter 49 Returning to Old Trades, A Skill for Making a Living

"Then, the new round of the escape game officially begins!"

The broadcast started in the enclosed space, and the eyes of those who were prepared immediately turned red. It started again.

The Twin Towers Colosseum remains filled with resentment today!

There were 107 participants in this live broadcast, and 109 people including the two commentators.

[A month-long, uninterrupted adult-rated, gory killing show].

Despite this being the advertised claim, the longest it actually lasted was only 17 days.

"Before we knew it, it's already the 43rd episode," said the scantily clad female commentator, A.

Female commentator B chimed in, "It's still a show full of anticipation! The participants today also seem to be brimming with energy!"

"I heard that the Governor personally went to Kleber to capture the top two on the bounty list. I believe our audience is also very much looking forward to seeing them in the arena."

"The second-ranked person is a young girl. I believe she will definitely arouse the desires of the ferocious beasts and bring more fun to everyone."

Female commentator A smiled slightly: "Speaking of which, we have to mention an interesting statistic."

"What data?"

Ok?

The audience was also very curious.

bang.

Harrison placed the wine glass on the transparent glass table and watched it all with great interest.

"According to statistics, since the Colosseum opened, a total of 654 women and 3987 men have participated in the program. Of the 43 people who successfully left the Colosseum, only 4 were women. However, 105 women survived three rounds, while only 307 men did. Do you know why this is?" Female commentator A said with a charming smile.

The number of bullet comments surged.

Seeing that the atmosphere had heated up enough, female commentator B chimed in, "How about we have a quiz with prizes? Guess how many rounds the girl ranked second on the leaderboard can last in the arena."

One round.

Second round!

Three-wheeled vehicles!!

Harrison curled his lip in disdain.

Putting aside where you get the confidence to catch her, even if you did, with all the trash in the arena, you could kill one or two of them.

The Colosseum is probably going to turn into a peaceful hunting game.

"It seems everyone is quite interested in this topic."

"Let us look forward to the Governor's early return."

I still want to go to the Colosseum.

Maggie chuckled as she opened the live stream to take a peek. Even if her father wanted to throw her into the arena, she would never agree.

She's taken a liking to this woman!

No one can take her away; she'll train her herself!