Chapter 315

If Patrick were rational, he would have better not act rashly at this point and wait for the people from Class 6 to come out and ask about the situation before deciding whether to go in or not...

Before the thought could even form in his mind, Qiu Pang heard Patrick ordering everyone to follow him inside.

"..."

'Haha, it's impossible for me to be rational, I'll never be rational in my entire life, haha.'

Having boarded Patrick's pirate ship in the morning, Qiu Pang realized it was too late to disembark. After much deliberation, he decided to laugh it off and resign himself to his fate, joining the main force as they crossed the activated defensive layer area.

The group that was supposed to be at the very back of the line and pretend to be broadcasting live waited for half a minute without receiving any orders. They still asked Qiu Pang whether they should go in as planned and see if they could let ordinary people see the bloodshed, so that everyone could see the 'tyranny' of Qin Su and Class 6) and contrast it with Patrick's benevolence.

To their surprise, when they zoomed in to the maximum extent, they saw nothing of the bloodshed or the ruins that are common in war. It was nothing like what they had expected.

Before Qiu Pang could finish listening to the head of the team responsible for guiding public opinion through live streaming, he interrupted, "Don't start it for now."

Opening the gates now would be tantamount to slapping Patrick in the face. Although... if they didn't open them, the armies from other planets that followed would have plenty of people to do so, and they would still be ridiculed for causing such a commotion before, but that was beyond his control.

"I wonder what's going on inside. Why can't I smell any blood?"

"Perhaps they used something to cover it up? Anyway, given Qin Su's brutal and cold-blooded nature, it must have been a bloodbath inside. Just think about what happened to McCarthy and his gang; there are countless McCarthy in Clyus."

"Right, otherwise why would those cyborgs, who are already more Modified Humans than us, go in? And they only listen to Qin Su, ugh... Now it's certain, even if we go in, we won't even get a chance to eat shit."

"You're the one who eats shit."

After ending the one-way communication, Qiu Pang didn't speak again, silently agreeing with the low murmurs around him.

The protective layer must have been opened by Qin Su, and the Modified Humans must have evacuated according to Qin Su's orders. That means the matter inside is over, and only the finishing touches remain. He Muzhi and the others haven't appeared, probably because they're finishing up. If they go in now, they won't even get a lick of the bowl, let alone a sip of soup. He used to think that Patrick had been put in that position multiple times, and that his reluctance in front of him was at least 40-50% genuine.

Looking at Patrick now, knowing he would gain nothing and might even become a laughingstock, yet still stubbornly deciding to continue, that bit of 'truth' is probably less than ten percent.

"..."

Fortunately, he hadn't completely believed everything he heard on WeChat before; he only believed about 40-50%. Every time he met Patrick and heard him pour out his grievances and "difficulties," he would roll his eyes inwardly but outwardly play the role of "sympathizer."

They were all acting, and in the end, they failed to fool themselves but fooled others. Fortunately, Qin Su had killed all the people he had previously impersonated, including Norian's group. Patrick used to be his protector, but now Patrick had become a threat to his ability to find another protector. It's unclear whether he still has a chance to find another way out. Life truly is like a play, all about acting skills. Not only was he acting, but Patrick was too. Ironically, Patrick wasn't particularly moved at the moment and was even planning for the future. It's unclear when the deep affection they had built up over the years before embarking on this path had been eroded into this unrecognizable state...

"Damn, I only knew that Class 6 brought a lot of people, but I didn't expect Class 6 to bring so many people... Wait, why did the army that Class 6 brought also come out?"

"Isn't the key point why there's no blood? It doesn't look like it's been bombed either. We guessed wrong again! So how did they manage to do it without bloodshed?"

"That doesn't make sense either. The stench of blood coming in is definitely stronger than outside... Wait a minute, look there! There's been an explosion! There's still blood!"

"What's all the noise about? Keep your voice down. We're on Warship, not in Spaceship. If you shout, they can hear you just by adjusting their data. Look at the way they're looking at us, laughing at us, aren't they?"

"Isn't that obvious? Coming in at a time like this is just embarrassing ourselves. Thinking about this is useless; we should think about the future."

After passing through the last layer of defense, Qiu Pang saw several Spaceships neatly arranged in the blank space at the edge of the innermost layer of defense. From the markings on the Spaceships, it was easy to tell which planet and Military District they came from.

Qiu Pang gradually withdrew his attention from the surrounding discussions, frowning as he watched the Spaceship move, his eyes fixed on the situation below.

The Cyborg Army was still gradually withdrawing from the highest point in the sky. Whenever they thought of Qin Su, they would lower their Spaceships and Warships to a certain distance. The army brought by Class 6) was located on the ground at the bottom. When they saw them, the deathly silence in their eyes suddenly gave way to a few sparks of life, as if they had been suddenly revived by them.

Qiu Pang: "?"

Is it really necessary to get this worked up about their jokes? Or is there some other reason?

Qiu Pang thought and thought but couldn't come up with a second reason, so he turned his gaze to the clean ground and the seemingly undamaged building.

By all accounts, it didn't look like it had just gone through a fierce battle, completely different from what they had imagined before they came in. It was eerily quiet, but the expressions on the faces of the people below seemed to indicate that they were used to this situation.

Ground.

Those exiled to the outskirts of Clyus had no idea what had happened in the direction of the Setini Palace. They only knew that they had received evacuation orders without experiencing anything. Just as they were feeling hopeless about their situation, they saw the Spaceship belonging to Federation President Patrick and realized that Patrick's situation was even worse than theirs. In comparison, their situation didn't seem so bad. The deathly atmosphere suddenly became lively, and the footsteps of the evacuation unconsciously became heavier.

Step, step, step...

Listening to the synchronized footsteps of those retreating below, Qiu Pang wondered if it was just his imagination, but the sound seemed louder than before, as if even the footsteps were mocking them. Or was he simply being cynical and judging others by his own standards...?

"Qiu Pang, where are you?" Patrick looked around irritably, but couldn't find Qiu Pang anywhere. His already volatile temper became even more uncontrollable.

Anyone can hide from him, or even betray him, but Qiu Pang is like the top of his head that he insisted on not getting a hair transplant. They've been together for so many years, and if he says no, then no.

Qiu Pang's thoughts were suddenly disrupted. He dared not think any further and hurriedly responded, boarding Small Warship and leaving through the lower hatch of the Spaceship to head towards Patrick's Spaceship.

A dozen minutes passed. As the three groups of people from the upper, middle and lower parts of Clyus continued to advance toward their respective destinations, the Cyborg Army at the top of the sky was the first to completely withdraw. Most of the ground troops also gathered in the buffer zone of the defense layer, boarded the Spaceships one after another, and left Clyus. In the end, apart from a small number of troops who were still staying with the Class 6, Clyus only had the troops brought by Patrick and the troops from other planets that followed Patrick.

The entire area of Clyus had become spacious, and Patrick, who had long been itching with curiosity about what was below, immediately ordered a group of people to follow him to the surface.

Seeing this, people from other planets followed suit and descended to the ground.

[This high-definition image even focuses on Patrick, giving Kamila Planet big chicken leg... Wait, isn't Kamila Planet part of the Ossotalia Empire? Why is their Governor laughing so happily in the live stream? Like his enemy is dead, he's practically setting off e-cigarettes... Holy crap, who set off a screen full of e-fireworks?!]

[But honestly, I haven't seen any blood, the buildings are all intact, and I haven't seen any people. Is Clyus a ghost town? Or did Qin Su take everyone away?]

This is the first time in my life I've witnessed a war like this. I hope all wars end quietly like this, without affecting ordinary people like us.

[I really want to tell you you're dreaming, but... I just want to say in my heart that I sincerely hope for lasting world peace and an end to war.]

[The people next door can't afford to play games; their livestream room is still closed. There's no reason for them to 'sneak' on it before coming in, only to pretend to be dead once they're actually in. It's obvious they're afraid to come in now that things aren't going their way.]

[Why is everyone assuming that no bloodshed means ordinary people are safe? Even if Qin Su brought them to safety, why couldn't Qin Su have silently killed them all...? My God, so many people!!]

[At first I wanted to scold Governor Arnold of Kamila Planet for haphazardly pushing doors through other people's doors, but now I just want to say that this door-pushing was well done, brilliantly done, and absolutely fantastic! God Su is just being delusional!]

[Haha, the moment the door opened, Governor Arnold's CPU went to overheat... Wait, what's wrong with Arnold? Why is he acting like a madman, opening doors everywhere...? The people inside all look so confused; they seem genuinely unaware of what's happening outside. In a way, that's a kind of luck.]

Although he had communicated with Qin Su privately before, Arnold was still very anxious before entering Clyus and knowing the true situation inside.

He wanted to stop Kamila Planet from providing 'experimental subjects' to Clyus, which was true, but he didn't want innocent bystanders in Clyus to be harmed. So, what's the difference between him and Felix?

Until he entered Clyus, he didn't see any horrifying bloodshed, and his breath eased slightly. But now, as he pushed open these doors and met the unharmed ordinary residents inside, seeing the bewildered and tense expressions on their faces, he immediately realized they knew nothing about the outside world, and his anxiety completely dissipated.

Qin Su truly knew what he wanted and gave him everything he desired. The previous transaction was the most worthwhile thing he had ever done in his life!

Arnold's actions made those who were originally locked inside realize that there seemed to be no danger outside. Everyone also realized that the communication network had been restored. The news spread quickly, and more and more people began to peek out.

The previously silent Clyus, filled only with the dull sound of footsteps, gradually began to hear other sounds.

Patrick trudged along with heavy steps. Before he even reached his destination, he saw the doors and windows that had been tightly closed around him slowly open. Pairs of eyes peered at him from windows of varying heights, their eyes filled with curious scrutiny. Although there was some trepidation, there was no despair or pain.

The expressions on the faces of the local residents in the war zone were different in any war he experienced before or after becoming Federation President.

Without realizing it, Patrick stopped in his tracks.

The others received no instructions from Patrick and Patrelek followed his lead.

Patrick: "..."

At this moment, although he felt like he had struggled in vain, all the emotions he had accumulated on the way here—anxiety, anger, resentment—miraculously subsided.