Ever seen a prison warden go undercover as a prisoner? (4,000 words.)

She wanted to know what was so special about this man that made Xiao Chen pursue him.

"So how's the undercover agent doing now? With such a big incident, has the situation gotten out of control?"

At this point, Wei Yenwu's expression turned ugly.

This is also why he stays up late thinking about problems.

"The situation there isn't out of control yet; he's even assured me about next month's tax payments. However, Yuxia has run into some trouble."

"Oh?"

"Lin Yuxia has split from the forces that suffered losses in this incident."

Wei Yenwu was a little confused; it was clearly Luo Chen who was causing trouble.

As a result, Luo Chen has not yet suffered any retaliation.

Instead, it was the Jianghu Alliance formed by the Rat King that collapsed first.

This will cause the Lower City, which has been stable for more than 20 years, to become uncontrollable again.

"Does anyone dare to leave the alliance?" Wenyue was also taken aback.

She knew about Lin Ge Rui's methods.

Anyone who dares to betray him will not see the sun rise the next day.

Those old geezers are tired of living. I wonder if the Rat King can still lift a knife?

But Wei Yenwu's next answer left Wenyue somewhat dumbfounded:

"No... it's Yuxia who has formed a new alliance; she wants to be the new Rat King."

What's wrong with this child?

"Have no idea."

The couple looked at each other.

I just don't understand Lin Yuxia's thought process.

In the end, the two decided not to consider the issue and let Lin Ge Rui figure it out himself.

"I think Yuxia must have made this decision after careful consideration," Wenyue said.

Wei Yenwu shook his head:

"Perhaps. Let's talk about Luo Chen first. His progress has exceeded our expectations; he has already become a powerful figure in the Reunion Movement."

"I've received intelligence that some nobles in Chernobog are currently transferring assets. Meanwhile, the main force of the Reunion Movement has left the snowfields and is moving southeast."

"Considering the increasingly frequent Infected activity near Lungmen and Chernobog, I think there must be some conspiracy behind this."

"Perhaps we can ask him to help us investigate what this conspiracy is all about."

Chapter 108: Has the Warden Been Infiltrating the Prison? (4,000 words)

Two weeks later.

Mid-May.

B15 District of Lungmen Slum.

Early morning, at a water collection point on the ground.

Under direct sunlight.

The air was still thick with the smell of dampness and decay.

A group of menacing-looking people, wielding sticks.

They surrounded an Infected dressed in tattered white clothes.

Their faces were contorted with rage and ferocity, as if they wanted to kill the poor Infected.

The group of citizens was large, numbering about seven or eight.

Apart from the leader, who had tattoos on his arm, the others did not have any gang markings and were clearly residents living in the area.

They surrounded the Infected, forming a tight encirclement, leaving the Infected nowhere to escape.

The Infected was curled up on the ground, his face pale and his body thin, clearly having suffered a prolonged beating.

His white clothes were tattered and stained with blood, making him look particularly desolate.

He kept his eyes tightly shut and silently endured the beating from the thugs.

The thugs rained blows on the Infected, each strike causing him to let out a weak groan.

Their actions were brutal and cruel, as if the Infected were merely tools for venting their anger.

"How dare an Infected come here?"

"Your presence here will only pollute our water sources."

"* Lungmen profanity*"

As the assailant's angry shouts grew louder, a crowd gradually gathered around.

Some whispered among themselves, while others pointed and whispered.

However, they did not stop them, only worried that killing infected individuals would cause the infection to spread.

"Don't kill them, or the water will be polluted and we'll all be doomed."

"Just beat him half to death."

Hearing the vicious curses of those around him, the Infected bit his lip hard.

A boy's voice began to echo in his heart.

"... Friend, you must remember this clearly: from the moment you contracted Oripathy, the world you live in has never been the same again."

"Everything you have will leave you; I'm not kidding."

"How you viewed Infected before will determine how others view you now."

"This has nothing to do with whether you were a good person, a friendly neighbor, or a good son or father in the past."

"Because you are Infected."

"Places where you could walk safely in the past will become extremely dangerous. You can't trust anyone except your fellow Infected, and of course, you can't trust all the Infected either."

"People like you who have just contracted Oripathy are most vulnerable to danger if they lack sufficient vigilance."

"Join our Reunion Movement! We're preparing to venture into the wilderness to find a place to settle down."

At this moment, he finally understood what the boy named Skullshatterer had meant yesterday.

Once someone becomes Infected, this land becomes full of danger.

He was just fetching a bucket of water as usual, but he ended up being surrounded and brutally beaten.

Instead of dissuading them, the former neighbors and friends told them not to pollute the water source.

He regrets it now.

I regret not joining that boy's group; at least we were all Infected and could have helped each other.

I wouldn't just kill him without warning.

"Stop!"

Just as he felt his whole body getting cold and his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

The boy's voice from yesterday suddenly rang out not far away.

Skullshatterer led dozens of men in a charge.

Skullshatterer himself, wielding a grenade launcher with two empty grenades, charged ahead at the forefront.

Upon seeing the arrival of Skullshatterer and the others.

The man who had been viciously attacking people just moments before instantly showed fear on his face.

"The Infected assaulted someone!"

He threw down the stick and ran away.

As for the residents who had gathered to watch the spectacle, they vanished the moment the group of Infected appeared.

After driving away the assailant, Skullshatterer hurriedly helped the Infected lying on the ground to their feet.

The other person was pale and breathing weakly, only exhaling but not inhaling.

Having witnessed too many heart- Skullshatterer and deaths, his heart sank; he was still too late.

Those guys went too far.

The Infected struggled to open their eyes, looked at the Skullshatterer, and managed a weak smile.

He gripped the hand with its Skullshatterer tightly, and said weakly, "Thank you... for saving me... I want to join you..."

His heart was Skullshatterer; he looked at the Infected's eyes, which were gradually losing their luster, and felt a wave of helplessness.

If I had been more assertive yesterday and forced him to join, would things have turned out differently?

As the Skullshatterer slowly nodded, the Infected closed their eyes, never to wake up again.

Watching the innocent new Infected die.

An uncontrollable killing intent surged within Skullshatterer.

"Whether it's Lungmen or Chernobog, one day I will settle accounts with you all and make you pay for what you've done to the Infected!!!"

Having witnessed this turn of events, Skullshatterer is now completely disillusioned with Lungmen.

What kind of inclusive city?

There is no place on this land to accommodate the Infected.

All they offer those Infected is immediate death or a slow, agonizing death.

After the Infected's body was placed in the sewers that flow into the earth.

Skullshatterer and all his companions prepared to leave Lungmen and venture into the desolate wilderness to carve out a territory for the Infected.

"Let's go, let's leave Lungmen. Without a home, we'll cultivate the wilderness."

"If there's no water, we'll dig in the wilderness."

"Give me the chance, and I will make these guys pay for their crimes in blood."

As Skullshatterer's furious roar rang out, Skullshatterer companions showed a hint of fear and despair.

They ran from the outskirts of Chernobog to Lungmen, naturally traversing the wilderness.

If it were so easy to cultivate and live in the wilderness, then there would be no mobile cities.

If you could live in a mobile city, who would risk their life to go to a desolate, godforsaken wilderness?

A person murmured in a helpless and weak voice:

"Alex, are we really unable to stay in Lungmen any longer?"

"I've heard that our compatriots to the south are doing very well now; they've built their own communities."

Hearing his companion's naive question, Skullshatterer slowly closed his eyes.

He could see that his compatriots still harbored a sliver of hope for Lungmen.

If possible, he also hopes to establish a community that can accommodate those Infected.

But the reality is that, historically, all communities that have housed Infected have collapsed.

Without exception, they were all purged by the governments of various countries.

Even our compatriots in the south will be the same; it won't be long before their communities are cleansed by the Lungmen authorities.

"Remember what I said, there is no place for us on this land anymore. We must use our own hands to carve out a space for ourselves."