From Under One Person: Sincere Journey Through the Heavens

Zhang Zhiwei also learned a lot of nonsense literature from Jiang Liu, and his response was quite serious.

Vatican: "..."

In the blink of an eye.

An hour passed quietly.

Having witnessed Zhang Zhiwei's "leading by example" yesterday, which crippled the enforcer Ned, not a single mortal dared to disobey his orders, and the classes were assigned in just about thirty minutes.

But Zhang Zhiwei waited until the first hour before handing over the two hundred forms to Fanti.

You wasted thirty minutes.

Fanti took the form, pulled out the scanner that resembled a pistol from his waist, and began scanning the form one by one, connecting it to the Lighthouse Dustman Database to filter and categorize it.

“They can complete the class assignment in thirty minutes, that’s their ability, but my requirement is one hour, so we’ll have to wait an hour before proceeding to the next step,” Zhang Zhiwei said matter-of-factly.

Vatican's eyelids twitched violently under the prying gaze, but there was nothing he could do but pretend he couldn't hear.

After compiling all the tables into electronic documents, she handed Zhang Zhiwei a semi-transparent tablet and said, "This is an essential communication device for the residents of the Lighthouse. It integrates communication, query, and monitoring. It can access the Lighthouse Library - electronic version, but some permissions are not yet enabled."

"It doesn't matter."

Even so, Zhang Zhiwei still took the tablet, looked it over, and asked directly, "How do you use this thing?"

Vatican: "???"

There was nothing we could do.

She had no choice but to teach him step by step how to open, how to search, how to find, and other basic functions.

"Tsk, it really does resemble the 'Insightful Eye'!" Zhang Zhiwei chuckled, holding the tablet in one hand and rubbing his chin with the other.

"Insight?"

Vatican was puzzled and asked tentatively.

“Cultivation… well, it’s a state of being where one’s utilization of the essence of life has reached an extremely high level, allowing one to observe the essence of the world.” Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Fanti without revealing his abilities, but did not hide anything, explaining the power of his Wisdom Eye.

"Heh, there's a limit to bragging. If you have a discerning eye, you can ask me to teach you how to use it," Vatican sneered.

"When did I ever say I had discerning eyes?"

Zhang Zhiwei put away the tablet, tucked it behind his waist, and moved away from Fanti. He then addressed the Dust People who had already been divided into classes, saying, "From now on, the Dust People will be divided into two hundred classes, each containing the elderly, young people, women, and underage children!"

Therefore, each class needs to select four group leaders, corresponding to the four categories of the elderly, youth, women, and children.

This is a fairly simple matter, isn't it?

You have ten minutes.

Using fifty people as the basic unit, tens of thousands of people spontaneously divided into two hundred teams...

If it weren't for the tough measures he demonstrated yesterday!

If it weren't for the fact that the common people had formed a kind of discipline that wasn't actually discipline through their daily and yearly labor!

Let alone thirty minutes.

Even if you give them a week, they still can't sort it out!

But electing a group leader is a different story.

With two hundred classes, each with fifty students, that averages out to about twelve or thirteen students per group, so ten minutes is more than enough time.

as predicted.

Ten minutes later, eight hundred group leaders had been selected.

In the older group, the oldest person is usually the one who is pushed forward.

In the youth group, volunteers either volunteered or were elected by others;

The women's group was led by a doctor or someone who was most outstanding in mechanical repair.

As for the children's group, most of them are the oldest, between fifteen and seventeen years old. The number of the younger children, between five or six and fourteen years old, is pitifully small, totaling less than one hundred.

Considering that the Lighthouse's breeding mission involves the Light and Shadow Society and the Medical Department conducting targeted matching based on genetic testing, and still follows the route of womb-to-womb reproduction, and that only about a thousand upper-class citizens are capable of carrying out the breeding mission...

Zhang Zhiwei, however, could understand.

"Now that the classes have been divided and group leaders have been selected, starting tomorrow, all Dust People must gather at dawn to remember their class numbers and get to know all the members in their class."

“I know that when you look for people, you usually look for people you know well and have a good relationship with, so you generally get along well with each other.”

Therefore, every member of the class must help each other...

# Chapter 1150 The Veteran Is Still Alive!

Fanti frowned at Zhang Zhiwei's actions in dividing students into classes and selecting group leaders. Although it did not violate the rules of the Lighthouse, something felt off, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong. He could only report the situation to Charles and go to the city defense reserve training ground to check on Hong Guniang's situation.

However, Hong Guniang did not immediately teach these trainees how to cultivate, nor did she even teach them the Foundation Building Technique. Instead, she wrote down each of their names and further determined their physical qualities and past training.

Upon seeing Vatican's arrival, Red Girl instructed the reserve soldiers to continue their training as usual, while she herself went to greet him: "May I ask what brings Lord He Guang here?"

"It's nothing, I just came to say hello on behalf of the city lord, and by the way, to ask if you lack any special equipment for training in controlling life essence? We can research it according to your ideas."

Vatican glanced at the city defense reservists who were diligently training but deliberately avoiding his gaze, and didn't seem to care.

One of the fundamental purposes of establishing the city defense army was to prevent the Light and Shadow Society from becoming too powerful.

Even though the current commander of the city's defense forces, Seng, obeys the city lord's orders, he still doesn't give the other members of the Light and Shadow Society a friendly look.

The city's defense reservists also felt hatred towards the city's defense forces.

She was already used to it.

Besides, she enjoys seeing these kinds of people who clearly dislike her but are powerless to do anything about it, and can only keep it to themselves in their hearts – what a "comical" sight!

"There is indeed something I need your help with."

Red Girl was equally blunt, saying, "They will definitely go to the ground for training in the future, but the ground environment is harsh, and I can't be there for them in every aspect. I need the older generation of hunters to help me with teaching and practice."

"Most of the experienced hunters are already dead. The rest need to stay in the team to train the new batch of members, especially the new hunter, Shadow. Although he has accompanied the previous hunter commander, Mark, on many resource gathering missions on the ground, strictly speaking, he is still a greenhorn."

Vatican had intended to offer a polite remark, but to his surprise, the Red Maiden actually agreed, leaving him no choice but to decline. However, considering the city lord's medical condition, and not wanting to be too definitive, he changed the subject, saying leisurely, "However, four experienced hunters have committed a crime and are currently in solitary confinement. If you could persuade them to join you—"

Even so, it's a form of recycling.

"Alright, take me to them."

There's nothing wrong with a red-haired girl.

Fanti was always decisive when carrying out missions. She led Red Girl directly to the confinement room and brought the four offending veteran hunters to her.

The leader was a rather handsome man with a ponytail, two strands of bangs hanging down his forehead, and his legs and right arm were all mechanically modified.

His name is Mo Chen.

The second person was a young girl with short reddish-brown hair, wearing jeans and a light blue tight-fitting short-sleeved shirt, yet she still looked dashing.

Her name is Erica.

The third person was also a woman with dark purple hair, wearing a black mask, but dressed in a smart and capable manner, with a black trench coat draped over her shoulders, looking extremely mysterious.

Its name is Flying Snow.

The last person was a middle-aged man with a square face and dark skin. He was dressed in the standard combat uniform of a hunter, and there was nothing particularly special about him.

His name is Kunjie.

But the expressions on the faces of these four people... even though Feixue was wearing a metal mask, Hong Guniang could see that their faces were almost identical, filled with bitterness and resentment.

Should I go out?

With one hand on his hip, Fanti asked Red Girl in a slightly teasing tone.

"No need, lest Charles become suspicious."

Red Girl responded with a faint smile, and her words "Charles" made Mo Chen, Erica, Fei Xue, and Kun Jie, whose hands were all cuffed, realize that something was wrong.

“Even if the city lord isn’t in front of you, you still have to address him respectfully as ‘Lord City Lord’,” Vatican said coldly, his lower half of his face cold.

"Is it necessary to be so serious?"

The girl in red smiled broadly, "It's not a formal occasion."

"We must always maintain respect for the city lord!"

Vatican's tone was somewhat somber.

"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you." The girl in red used this as a way of retreating, leaving Fanti with nowhere to vent his anger. He could only snort coldly and remain silent.

Only then did the girl in red turn her gaze to the four people in front of her. Without wasting words, she introduced herself: "I am a survivor from the ground. You can just call me Girl in Red..."

"Ground survivors?!"

Erica exclaimed, interrupting the girl in red's self-introduction, and excitedly stood up, saying, "Captain Mark didn't lie to us! There really are survivors on the ground!"

Are there other survivors on the surface of this world? If Mark, who has already suffered, wasn't mistaken, then the survivors on the surface of this world are most likely native cultivators!

With this thought in mind, Red Girl looked at Erica, who had been pulled back to her seat by Mo Chen and Fei Xue, and smiled, "Did your former Captain Mark see any other survivors on the ground? That shouldn't be us. To be honest, my two companions and I were also searching for traces of living people on the ground before we encountered the Hunters."

However, Erica had calmed down by this time and stopped talking.

"Then, let me tell you why I've come to see you." The girl in red extended her right index finger and gently tapped the handcuffs of the four men.

"Ding!"

It moved so fast that it left a blur and made only a crisp sound.

By the time the four realized what had happened, the handcuffs had already broken, and the break was smooth and clean.

This move stunned the four of them.

Only Vatican coldly replied, "You're going to release them now?"

"To persuade someone, you naturally have to be sincere."