Chapter 316

Losing to someone like this... doesn't seem so hard to accept?

"What's going on? Why did it suddenly stop?" Qiu Pang hid behind the crowd, habitually hunching over to conceal himself in unknown and dangerous environments.

"I don't know... wait, Qiu Pang, why are you asking me? By the way, where did you go just now, hiding from the gunfire, huh? Do you think you've lived up to the president's trust in you? Do you know how angry he got when he couldn't see you? Putting all that aside, shouldn't we be asking you that? All of us combined aren't as good as you alone. Hah, all those years we were at each other's throats, always fighting to the death, what did that make us untrustworthy? And now you're asking us that? Ridiculous..."

"Stop! Stop!" The barrage of sarcastic remarks made Qiu Pang plead for mercy, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, okay? Keep your voices down, aren't you afraid of getting into trouble?"

"Oh."

"Hehe."

Hearing the doctor's low, cold laugh, Qiu Pang was truly at a loss and could only be pushed to the place closest to Patrick amidst everyone's ostracism.

Since he was already there, Qiu Pang quietly chose a spot to the side where he could observe Patrick's profile and expression. Just as he was about to check Patrick's mood, he suddenly heard Patrick's voice coming from the Communication Channel.

"Qiu Pang." Patrick didn't even bother with Qiu Pang's furtive behavior, calling him out first. Then, ignoring the surprised and uncertain look on Qiu Pang's face, he pointed to a group of people and had them follow behind him, preparing to continue to the Setini Palace.

The current situation made him uncomfortable but he could accept it. However, he clearly remembered that although 99 percent of the residents of Clyus were innocent, there was still 1 percent who were extremely wicked. It was that 1 percent who caused damage to other planets that was several times more devastating than the damage caused by the Zerg invasion.

He couldn't accept that the one percent of people should be treated the same as the ordinary residents who were cautiously observing them.

Before leaving, Patrick knew very well that he had made a hasty decision, and that a large portion of the people he brought were untrustworthy and restless. He didn't forget his warning over the Full-Band Communication: "It's obvious that Qin Su has no intention of harming them, much less of an improper act against Clyus. You all don't want to be enemies with Qin Su, do you?"

Even those in the waiting ranks who were itching to act had to give up their plans and obediently reply "Yes" when they heard the name "Qin Su" and remembered the Cyborg Army they had seen before entering and the group of little brats from Class 6) who were still in Clyus.

Hearing the repeated "well-behaved" responses, Patrick felt a pang of bitterness in his heart. Clearly, they wouldn't listen to him on their own. He despised the shameless clinging to Qin Su in Class 6, using Qin Su's influence, and now they were doing the same things as those people in Class 6 ...

"..."

He's pretty shameless, but luckily, he's used to it.

After Patrick left, a series of complaints and grumbles rose from the crowd.

"He'll use Qin Su to put me in his place."

"Just tell me if it's useful or not."

"Shut up! It's a shame we couldn't take them."

"Hey, are you blind? Can't you see those live-streaming Aircraft flying around everywhere? Watch your mouth!"

Some of the soldiers, forced to remain stationary under threat, were watching the ordinary residents around them, who in turn were cautiously observing them.

"Looks like they're not going to arrest us or suddenly launch a surprise attack and riddle us with bullets?"

"Don't be too nervous. They didn't move when they saw us, so they have even less reason to move now."

"Who knows if they're deliberately letting us lower our guard like this before delivering a fatal blow? So many people standing still, it's rather dangerous."

"That makes sense, but... why do they all look so unhappy? They've taken over Clyus so easily, shouldn't they be happy?"

"Quickly flip over and check the StarNet! I don't know if it's just my imagination, but the internet speed is exceptionally fast today. There are so many planets broadcasting live, lots of videos and photos. Qin Su led his Cyborg Army here and only left after he finished. Those who are still here now are just people who wanted to get some benefits but didn't make it. They were excluded by Qin Su, so isn't it normal for them to be furious about their own incompetence?"

"My goodness, so many Modified Humans! But here's the question: why isn't Qin Su? I've looked at every single picture carefully, and I haven't seen Qin Su at all!"

"According to many people from Class 6 who wished to remain anonymous, Qin Su, who had been missing for a long time, reappeared with a howling wind, crushed Setini's 'heart' into ruins in the blink of an eye, and then disappeared again in the blink of an eye, as if... no, not just as if, but a god descended to earth! In short, they said that Qin Su is a real god and no argument can be made."

"... They're all unwilling to reveal it, so how do we know it's Class 6?"

"Look at the IDs! No way, no way, there can't be anyone who's still not familiar with the IDs of those guys from Class 6 who're always showing off, right? According to Class 6's statement, we're fine now, only Kanasen and the others have died, all thanks to Qin Su... Wait a minute, if Kanasen dies, doesn't that mean the Ossotalia Empire is gone?!"

"Oh, you just realized that? Your reaction time is pretty slow. What are we going to do now? Qin Su left, but the people in Class 6 didn't. Does that mean we'll be taken in by the Federation? Will we become Federation citizens from now on?"

"Uncertain, according to Governor Arnold of Camilla, who spoke on condition of anonymity, the Executive of Kamila Planet and several other planets of the Ossotalia Empire are rushing past the current Federation President Patrick to prepare for a cordial and friendly meeting with the people of Class 6)."

"Why emphasize bypassing the current Federation president? (Class 6 trying to turn the world upside down?"

"The Federation President is about to change, isn't that obvious?"

"I understand the logic, but can we go back to our own homes? It didn't say we'd be locked in church during prayers. Heaven knows, when Arnold, all radiant, pushed open the church door, my heart almost stopped. I asked the robot to cook me a couple of dishes at this time before I came; if I don't go back now, I won't get a hot meal." Gavin swallowed hard, looking craving.

"Given our current situation, maybe you should be a little more nervous? Or do you have the guts to go ask those soldiers outside?"

"That makes sense! I'll go then."

"You really are... Come back here!!"

The ordinary residents of Clyus were both afraid and curious about the soldiers lingering nearby, chattering amongst themselves. Suddenly, they saw someone with exceptional skill and audacity (or perhaps a bit dim-witted) walk out of the church door that Arnold had pushed open. Instantly, both the soldiers who had entered Clyus and the local residents who were wary of them fell silent, staring incredulously at the man who looked to be over a hundred years old with a large belly. Their expressions were indescribable.

In the eerily quiet environment, Gavin stopped in front of a man who appeared to be a military officer, closest to the church door. Under the man's wary yet expectant gaze, Gavin stammered in a small, hesitant voice, "H-Hello, may I... may I go home for dinner now? Mainly, the robot has already cooked it, it would be a waste not to eat it, wouldn't you say?"

"... yes."

The officer, who had expected to hear something extraordinary but only heard the gluttonous boy speak, was nearly distorted with anger.

Qin Su didn't touch these people, nor did he move a single brick or tile of their residence. Isn't that enough to demonstrate Qin Su's attitude? What could he say? With Qin Su's invisible mountain pressing down on him, how could he dare to say no? He was the real coward!

The residents, holding their breath in fear but still able to stare, were speechless.

What's this called? I'm scared, but I'm also craving it.

"Hehe, thanks. Well, I'm off then. Goodbye." Gavin waved goodbye to the densely packed neighbors, some familiar, some unfamiliar, behind the church doors, feeling quite satisfied. He was still huddled up, looking timid and fearful, but his rapid footsteps never stopped, especially when he heard that there was no sound around him except for his own footsteps. He was so nervous that his heart was pounding like a drum, and his legs were practically blurring out of shape as he ran.

[Funny]

[Gavin: Run, you dead leg!. jpg]

[They're really going all out for this one bite of food; their little mouths are so greedy, it's driving me crazy!]

[You can rant online, but in real life, what greedy girl wouldn't want a robot to cook a couple of dishes for her every now and then so she can rush home in a flurry for a hot meal?]

[No problem]

"..."

In the eerie atmosphere, the residents who witnessed this scene were relieved that they hadn't gone out and were confined at home, so they didn't have to risk asking Gavin if they could go home. The residents who were trapped outside in churches, shopping malls, and various small shops looked at each other and one by one mustered up their courage to walk toward the nearest soldier and follow suit.

As they asked, the local residents realized that Class 6)' s statements on the StarNet were not false. Because Qin Su dared not do anything to them, the people who entered the area gradually became bolder and even began to ask them about the process of this war, which they did not know when it started and when it ended.

"You saw Qin Su?"

Have you had any contact with Modified Humans? Who is stronger between you and them?

" (Class 6 6 said Qin Su looked very elegant, cool, and handsome today? Do you have any photos or videos?"

"Is Qin Su going to bring us into the Federation?"

Forced to stand still and be questioned, the soldiers numbly denied everything with three consecutive "I don't know, I'm not sure, sorry," while their minds were filled with thoughts like, "I'm tired, I just want to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible." Especially when they saw countless people in the high-rise buildings waiting for robots to crack nuts, peel them, and pour them red wine, while watching them chatter incessantly, their lips twitched slightly as they silently comforted themselves with a "snail, snail" attitude.

"I told you, let's not be too arrogant, let's all hide a bit. Look, isn't there a curtain over there? What are you all standing there for? Quickly grab it to block the robot that's bringing you snacks!"

"Stop talking loudly, it's interfering with my eavesdropping equipment. I really envy people who live on the ground floor; they can just open a small window and turn on their radio to hear what they're talking about."

How can they not be sad that the Ossotalia Empire is gone? This is too harmonious, it's like a dream.

[Let a local answer this: Ordinary people like us have to worry about being spotted by some passing duke, marquess, earl, or some random officer, dragged away, and torn to pieces. And who would ever come back... well, in my experience, no one has ever been dragged away and returned. That's why Clyus is so well-maintained; nobody dares to wander around outside during the day. Everyone goes out for a breath of fresh air while the big shots are sleeping. Who likes this kind of rule? I certainly don't (frowns). I didn't dare say it before, afraid that as soon as I typed it, I'd be riddled with bullets or roasted to a crisp by a sudden heatwave. After all, they control the entire building's temperature control system.]

You guys are really good at holding your breath!

[If they could, who would willingly put up with it? Isn't it all just a matter of having no other choice? (crying)]

[If they win, it seems to have little to do with ordinary people like us; it's all about the achievements of those in power's political careers. If they lose, we ordinary people either get our houses bombed to pieces or become enslaved. I hope that in the future, if a war really breaks out, it will be governed by this standard.]

[No, no, no, that's not enough. We should let whoever suggested the fight go and battle the opposing leader. Soldiers' lives matter too. Let their leaders fight if they want.]

[Support! If you're so capable, don't drag us into this. While you're at it, do a live stream so we can see which planet's leader is better trained (doge). If they want to take lives, they should take their own!]

[If they thought that way, a fight would never have broken out, and it would have been a waste of their lives.]

What? There won't be a fight? That's great!

[Go check out Arnold, who's on the front lines of the drama! He's been filming Patrick being stopped outside the Setini Palace, all while trying to look safe!]

Setini Palace, Patrick looked at Sophia, who had stopped him, and asked incredulously, "What did you just say?"

Sophia, without changing her expression, repeated, "I'm sorry, you can't go in now."