"It's fake!"
The fat man's angry roar echoed from the darkness.
You seem disappointed?
The fat man turned his head away.
Qin Ze woke up at some point, I don't know.
He was lying on his side in bed, supporting his head with one hand and resting his other arm flat on his side.
Exuding allure.
Snap!
The fat man slammed the terminal to the ground, shattering it into pieces.
You're kidding me!
His fierce gaze was fixed on Qin Ze on the bed.
Gone was the friendliness and kindness of the daytime; he was nothing but a raging beast.
Qin Ze yawned Yangyang.
"I have another version of the Sky Island story you told me during the day."
Do you want to hear it?
The fat man narrowed his eyes slightly.
Qin Ze continued, "Decades ago, someone wanted to ensure the smooth deployment of the next generation of humanoid combat weapons."
"He somehow managed to send the Mutated Ones to the space station; those who opposed him all died, and he could only return to Earth to eke out a living."
The fat man remained silent.
"Puff--"
"Ha ha ha ha--"
He suddenly burst into laughter.
"It seems you've already met them."
Qin Ze shook his head. "Fatty, Fatty, I never thought that someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you would one day become a villainous BOSS."
"Last time, it was because you kept tipping people off that the safe house was exposed, wasn't it?"
"Are the Mutated Ones in Shelter No. 10 your doing as well?"
The fat man shook his head. "The last incident was an accident."
"I really want to bring you to the Sky Island to talk. The Alienation Queen is also curious about you, which is why she's been chasing and intercepting you all this way."
"As for the safe house being exposed, it was because the communication channels of the humanoid combat weapons were intercepted by the Alienation Queen."
"Back then, she was just like me; although she didn't go to Wuhan University, she was still a top student."
"I don't know the specifics of what's happening in Shelter No. 10; the email was just a threat."
"As for the so-called villainous boss, then I have a question for you."
What is a good person, and what is a bad person?
Qin Ze was about to speak when the fat man interrupted him.
Do you know how I lost my legs?
The fat man bent down and removed his two prosthetic legs.
"When my father died, the company was divided up by a group of martial arts practitioners, and my leg was their handiwork."
"I was so angry back then!"
"I hate that I can't cultivate, I hate that I'm not a gifted individual."
Are they really good people?
The fat man became more and more agitated as he spoke, and by the end it had turned into a roar.
"The world has become what it is today because of martial artists."
"They can hide in shelters, they can hide on space stations, but what about the ordinary people?"
"We can only wait to die!"
"They grandly claim that those who haven't completely alienated are our comrades."
"Joke!"
"They just need a pack of dogs that can move around on the ground and do their bidding!"
"Tell me, are they good people?"
Qin Ze fell silent.
In the real world, martial artists aren't necessarily all that great, otherwise there wouldn't be Fairness Society.
But they can't be called that evil, after all, they've always been on the front lines fighting against the alien beasts.
The fat man continued to roar:
"They shouldn't have restarted martial arts back then; martial artists shouldn't exist!"
Their existence only makes the world worse!
"I want to create a new world without martial artists!"
Qin Ze raised an eyebrow.
That was the key point.
The resource competition is just a prelude.
The moment Nangong Xingye and his group proposed restarting martial arts, the fat man never intended to let them live.
Qin Ze remained silent.
No wonder the world is going to be destroyed.
Everyone's really going crazy.
Nangong Xingye's purpose in obtaining the deadly weapon was not to eliminate the Mutated Ones, but to fire at the Sky Island in the sky.
Over the years, the fat man has also been racking his brains trying to figure out how to find people in the subway.
They are subservient to foreign powers, but uncompromising and aggressive domestically.
Qin Ze said, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if everyone on the subway died, and you were the only human left?"
"You want to create a new world that only has you?"
The fat man grinned. "One million human fertilized eggs on the Sky Island."
"After I eliminate the rats in the subway, I will then concentrate my efforts on exterminating the Mutated Ones."
"Then all the fertilized eggs will be hatched."
"In the future, humans won't need to learn martial arts; humanoid combat weapons will protect them. This is ingrained in the most basic logic."
The fat man became more and more excited as he spoke, his face full of longing.
"Without martial artists, it will be a new world where everyone is equal and absolutely Fairness!"
"For the sake of the new world, I now need you to relinquish control of Shelter No. 10."
The fat man looked at Qin Ze.
"The space station doesn't have enough nuclear fuel to create a nuclear bomb that could destroy the entire Line Number Three."
"I need the nuclear reactor and Fusion core from Shelter No. 10."
"When the new world is built, you and I will both be crowned kings."
Qin Ze remarked, "That's really Fairness."
"The new world hasn't even been born yet, and they're already dreaming of becoming king."
The fat man's smile vanished, replaced by a cold expression.
" Qin Ze, I'm not discussing this with you."
"I know you're not the Qin Ze I know, and I don't care where you're from."
"If you hand over control of Shelter No. 10, I'll give you everything you want."
Qin Ze put away his seductive demeanor and sat up.
What if I don't?
Fatty: "BT."
BT, who had been waiting outside the door for some unknown time, suddenly appeared inside.
Looking at the indifferent BT, Qin Ze smiled.
"No wonder I haven't seen a single humanoid combat weapon besides BT; did you shut them all down?"
After all, apart from the first generation, no other humanoid combat weapon can harm humans.
The fat man sneered, "That's why I went to such great lengths to save her."
"BT now only obeys my commands."
Qin Ze sighed, "What I hate most is being threatened by others."
As he finished speaking, Qin Ze's skin began to flush slightly.
The fat man had a bad feeling. "What are you going to do?"
Qin Ze's lips curled up. "Considering that we met in another time and space, I'll tell you a secret."
"The group in the subway found a missile silo guarded by Mutated Ones more than a hundred miles south of Jiang City."
"At nine o'clock this morning, they prepared to take down the launch silo."
"Guess who they'll use it to shoot?"
While the fat man was still in a daze, Qin Ze exploded with a "boom".
"Commander, be careful!"
BT stood in front of the fat man, deploying a nitrogen shield that blocked all the explosions.
The fat man frowned. "These damned rats."
"But it's all for the best; their willingness to come out of the rat hole saves me a lot of trouble."
The next day.
"Gentlemen, we may depart now."
Nangong Xingye pushed open the door and was stunned by the scene in the living room.
"Rob the landlord!"
Why does this energy bar taste so awful?
"Shut up, you bastards! I'm cultivating!"
"What time is it? Can't a person get some sleep?"
"..."
The dozens of clones were in a chaotic mess.
Some were playing cards, some were sleeping, and others were enjoying the subway's unique food.
Where is there even the slightest hint of tension before the war?
Nangong Xingye swallowed hard.
I must have opened the door wrong.