"Welcome to 78 Victor Avenue."
Xiao San, still shaken, surveyed 78 Victor Avenue. Sunlight streamed through the windows and spread across the carpet. In an instant, he had traveled from midnight into broad daylight.
If he had been ten seconds later, the war robots' firepower might have swallowed him in that dark alley.
When Xiao San looked around and saw Qing Chen, he said in delight, "Boss, I thought I'd never see you again. Honestly, Storm City's Group Army is way more formidable than Jindai and Kashima. Back then, if Kashima's Garrison Troops wanted to surround me, they would've needed to deploy an entire regiment and spend half an hour. This time, Storm City only took three minutes, and I had nowhere left to run."
Xiao San smiled at Qing Ji. "Good thing Uncle Qing Ji was there. Otherwise, I might've been finished."
Qing Chen asked, "Are the northern cities already under strict lockdown?"
Hearing that, Xiao San grew somewhat dejected. "The Federation residents are suffering terribly now. Everyone is being dragged off to get tattooed. They have special tattoo machines—they put one over someone's head, and it's done in a little over ten seconds. Everyone in the entire city has the word 'slave' tattooed on their foreheads. They didn't even spare the children."
Xiao San said, "This afternoon, I saw them break into an elementary school and tattoo every student and teacher inside."
Qing Chen asked, "That's an enormous workload. Did Storm City's land-based Group Army send that many people?"
"It wasn't Storm City's Group Army doing it. They did it under the names of Kashima and Jindai, conscripting Jindai and Kashima veterans back into the military," Xiao San explained. "After those Jindai and Kashima veterans returned to the ranks, they were even crueler than Western Continent natives. Xiao