Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high! Chapter 688: 515 meeting

The artificial human who erged from Production Module B of the 95 series had beco an eminent figure within the military zone. In the absence of Marshal Weslin, who lay in a coma, one could say that they held absolute authority over the entire zone.

This artificial human soldier, now a general in the military zone, had been trained in this very facility. The scenes of that ti were still vividly etched in the mory, especially since Yueying from the Elf Race had been there to explain alongside. It left a significant impression on him regarding this soldier.

If he could rember them, then certainly they would rember him as well.

The rise to power had not brought troubles his way, but that was no excuse for complacency.

If he were to encounter another soldier from the sa production module, he'd better not show any signs of displeasure.

Faced with such special treatnt, artificial human soldier 95B28 visibly froze, his understanding of the world still forming; he possessed certain awareness but not much. This treatnt—so different from his peers—left him at a loss for what to do next.

However, in his mind, the areas of his own expertise were crystal clear. "I feel my body is very... hot."

"Hot?"

That would indicate a natural talent related to his physique.

Great strength? Rapid recovery? High cellular activity?

These were the likely aspects.

But this was the production module that had created the myth of the artificial humans; nothing could be taken lightly.

It was then that a young man in a white lab coat rapidly approached the initial screening area for distributing artificial humans, locking his gaze on the officer who had been inquiring, "You're in charge here, aren't you?"

"Ah... yes," the officer responded hesitantly.

He could guess the identity of the newcor—white lab coats were worn only by mbers of the Scientific Research Institute, and they were present in this military zone.

He had no idea what they were here for.

"I'm a student of Helen from the Scientific Research Institute." The newcor presented his ID, flashing it briefly in front of the officer before glancing over at the long queue, "Have the soldiers from Production Module B of the 95 series been assigned yet?"

"Not yet," the officer promptly shook his head and gestured towards the artificial human in front of him, "This is him... Does the Scholar have any orders?"

Even though the Scientific Research Institute towered above in status, the student of Helen asked gently, with a serene smile on his face.

"The Scholar would like to perform a detailed dical examination on him, would that be possible?"

"Of course, it's possible!" the officer replied imdiately.

"Then I couldn't be more grateful," the student sighed in relief internally.

This was a task that Helen had stressed must be accomplished, and her deanor was quite stern. He feared botching it.

In a crowded corner at a distance, soone watched the unfolding scene with a playful gleam in their eyes before heading straight out of the barracks.

...

Foot traffic on Black Street began to thicken; an orderly gathering place outside the city was, in fact, a public space needed by many.

Most did not wish to abide by the rules, but everyone wanted the rules to be observed by others.

To regularly inhabit such a place would surely discomfort those of a naturally savage disposition, yet when needed, this place served as an ideal interdiary.

Trades, negotiations, exchange of information... Black Street, capable of ensuring absolute Order within its territory, beca a diator for nurous neighboring powers.

As for Black Street itself, by collecting just a small service fee, the Order could be maintained in a long-term, stable state, while also stimulating other industries like alcohol and lodging, reaping multiple benefits.

Consequently, the growth of the area led to the appearance of one or two unfamiliar faces among the locals, making it difficult to control completely.

Xu Ruoguang received a ssage from an old soldier under his command—soone from the barracks had sought them out again.

It was not out of the ordinary for retired soldiers to maintain contact with the barracks.

But this forr contact happened to be Ge Lan, who previously leaked information to the old soldier nad Song.

Because of his leak, Song had even coordinated with outsiders, partaking in threatening actions detrintal to Black Street.

Now that incident had passed, and all the soldiers had completely submitted to the leadership of Black Street.

Yet, the informant had not faced any punishnt.

After all, the individual was rely a leaker, not a mastermind; moreover, he belonged to the military zone, and it wasn't Black Street's place to determine his fate.

But now, this troublemaker was knocking on their door again—what for?

Moreover, didn't he realize that these old soldiers were now firmly in Black Street's grasp?

Xu Ruoguang squinted his eyes and waved a hand, "You go et him, and I'll monitor discreetly. Whatever request he makes, just say we need to discuss it further. Understand?"

The ssenger soldier nodded, "Understood!"

The lively Black Street Tavern, after a period of quiet, reopened for service, with nearly everyone present being an unfamiliar new face.

The old soldier and an unmasked Ge Lan sat down at a small table tucked away in a corner of the tavern. Ge Lan's face was as pale and aged as always.

Under the dim lighting of the tavern, he almost looked like a ghoul.

"Last ti it was because of your instigation that Song took such a foolish action. Now, what brings you here again?" The old soldier's face showed no sign of amiability.