Greenwood Small World, outside the factory.
"Co on, everyone, try this, the fine wine from Qingxue Small World tastes really good."
Customs personnel, from their storage rings, took out tables, chairs, benches, and several bottles of fine wine along with so snacks.
In the distance, snowflakes fluttered about, flas reached for the sky, and under such circumstances, a glass of golden, viscous wine paired with a few spiced peanuts was a true delight.
None of them had thought about joining the battle; three hundred people had already been pressed into service. Whether they joined or not was aningless; what they could do now was watch to see who would win and who would lose.
They were all staff from customs, insurance, taxation and others deployed in the Death Squad. They had combat abilities, but stepping in now would not help, it was better to stay behind and have a good talk with ng Yu.
Those at the forefront know their job is not simply black and white, they face many gray areas, and negotiating with criminals and interstellar pirates is normal; they acutely sense certain things, and communicating is much better than everyone dying here.
Despite the belief that Captain Luo had a chance of winning, the rising flas from the factory in the distance, coupled with the occasional fiery whirlwinds and sounds of battle, indicated that the fight was still fiercely ongoing.
"I admit I was wrong, ng Yu can win."
The insurance company's staff took out so unusual fruits for everyone to try.
"Aren't you going to run? If ng Yu wins, won't he co over and chop us down as Captain Luo's allies?"
"Run? What good would that do?"
The insurance salesperson sighed and glanced at his colleagues.
"If I don't negotiate with ng Yu, if I don't talk to him about insurance knowledge, like educating him on certain common sense, understanding his personality, my boss will chop into eighteen pieces when I get back!"
"Yes, what's the use of running? We could still be found. The battle seems to be over, ng Yu has won."
The stunningly charming accountant said as the mbers of the Death Squad began to flee miserably from the burning base, which was telling of many things.
"Alright, now ng Yu is the king of Qingye Small World. If he wants to do anything, he can.",
The woman in her thirties, as tempting as a ripe peach, adjusted her clothes and pushed out her chest, watching the man erging from the flas.
The difference between individuals is truly imnse; so people's talents are truly enviable.
He even erged energetic, composed, and tranquil!
He still had strength to spare, it was clear he hadn't used his full power!
From now on, unless the teleportation array was repaired or a starship ca from the sky, ng Yu would be the king of this small planet.
He really could fight a thousand n!
An enemy of a thousand.
...
This was a sleepless night, countless people awaiting the outco of the battle, and then, Captain Luo died in battle along with his team.
Though there were two hundred thousand people on the planet with over a thousand in the Qi Cultivation Stage, the remaining people combined still couldn't beat the few dozen from the Death Squad. The result now made it clear to all those who wanted to resist what they had to do.
The details of ng Yu also leaked out; he truly could use Void Shifting!
Such a truth made others surrender more peacefully.
How could you win against him?
In a First Grade world, he was a godlike existence.
So even the most stubborn people stopped resisting cooperation with ng Yu.
With the thought of surrender, the world seed a much wider place.
ng Yu began collecting the resources of Qingye Small World, and he got many of the things he needed.
Beyond the Ash Immortal Silver and other resources slted by Qingye Small World, after defeating the Death Squad, ng Yu obtained a large amount of equipnt and wealth, and also several items he had long dread of.
Such as a new identity, such as a certain ID on the network.
In a certain room.
"You promise?"
A Death Squad mber with severe burns all over his body, hanging on by a thread of True Qi, looked intently at ng Yu.
"Trust , I promise."
ng Yu assured the dying man.
Ultimately, humans practise cultivation for longevity, for wealth and glory, for beautiful won and handso n, out of discontent, or for the sake of family and children.
Take the man before him, for instance, he was a cold-hearted individual, but upon realizing his imminent death, he suddenly wanted to leave behind sothing, to offer so help.
Such as to a woman he'd once let down, or a child he had only glanced at from a distance.
He entrusted ng Yu with his secret savings in a certain bank, asking ng Yu to deliver them to her and them. In return, he offered two clean, blank identities and several safe houses.
These were the backup plans he had set for himself, no longer needed now. The identities could withstand investigation, known only to him.
"Thank you."
He didn't ask much else, like how ng Yu would deliver the money to those people, or when ng Yu would do it. He trusted ng Yu on that. He simply stared at ng Yu's youthful and vibrant face, reminded of various regrets.
"Thank you, ng Yu, strive to survive, you did nothing wrong!"
His breath grew weaker, but he suddenly spoke such a sentence at the end.
Youthful arrogance, midlife struggles, now all amounting to a handful of dust—he held no resentnt towards ng Yu.
The Immortal Sect was vast, but only a precious few could ascend to higher levels.
He was glad that at the ti of his death, he could witness a future legend.
Then, ng Yu successively t with so people, chatted, and his reputation, as well as his strength, earned him quite a few of the things he desired.
...
Eighteen days after Captain Luo's defeat.
A space reconnaissance vessel, hastening with great urgency, finally arrived at Qingye Small World.
Five hundred mbers of the Death Squad were dropped off, and after six days without any news, Enforcent Hall realized sothing big had happened there. However, it was against regulations to directly transport people via Teleportation Array to so remote planet millions of light-years away, even if that planet was a manufacturing planet of Star Industrial.
Thus, Enforcent Hall communicated with other departnts, and a reconnaissance vessel began to jump and advance, finally reaching Qingye Star two months later.
They braced themselves to witness a planet ravaged by war. They wanted to comprehend the might of such a formidable enemy.
"Fuck!"
Carefully connecting to the planet's network, the captain of the reconnaissance vessel let out an astonishingly loud exclamation.
Day after day, soone really did break through the heavens!
This was truly—indescribably astounding.
"Has ng Yu left?"
"Can we join him?"
"Does he still need people?"
While the crew could joke around, the captain was scrolling through the information on the planetary network about ng Yu—discussions about him, stories, including his generosity. Many who received money would say everyone made a fortune, that soone else got even more money, made deals with ng Yu, then muddied the waters, hyping up how magnificent the planet was.
No one cared about the losses to Star Industrial, but everyone thought ng Yu's money distribution was great.
Alright, better send the news back to Immortal Sect quickly.
"ng Yu, what a boss..."
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