Lu Chengwen barely slept a wink that night.
Feng Xianzi was dangerous, but she seemed more... unlike Rat Head, not the kind of person who was sinister and deceitful.
That handsome blind man had also given him a good impression. He did not seem like some swindler who stirred up trouble.
But if what the blind man said was true, then this was troublesome. Serious trouble.
In other words, the Elder Council was not entirely made up of useless fools. From just the tip of the iceberg that was Sky Net, they had judged how dangerous they were.
To maintain their rule and protect their privileges, sacrificing a small fry like him was practically a decision that required no thought.
It was like a company firing a key technical employee to defeat a powerful competitor—they would not hesitate. Besides, to the Elder Council, he might not even count as a key employee. At most, he was a temp.
Lu Chengwen tossed and turned. In the middle of the night, he heard Feng Xianzi groaning next door.
Before long, the blind man's silhouette appeared on Lu Chengwen's window. He stood outside Feng Xianzi's door and softly said, "Take some painkillers. Rat Head struck viciously. It will probably take a while to dispel all of that energy."
Feng Xianzi seemed to be trembling from the pain. After several seconds, she firmly said, "No need."
The blind man sighed. "Why put yourself through this?"
Feng Xianzi said, "I deserve it."
The blind man sighed again, turned around, and walked away.
The next day.
Feng Xianzi and Lu Chengwen arrived at another place.
It was in the outskirts, seemingly an abandoned underground shelter.
Traces of military installations still remained inside.
There were several hundred people here, and everyone's eyes gleamed with two words: faith.