Stronghold 73, south of the Central Plains, was located at the intersection of three rivers in the south. Every summer, the scorching sun hanging high in the sky would evaporate the water vapor in the rivers.
Once the plum rains passed in the middle and lower reaches of the rivers, the high-pressure air temperature would control the area, causing the lower layers of the airflow to move and forming a drought. It was difficult for clouds and rain to form, and the surface temperature would be extremely high.
Therefore, Stronghold 73 was also known as the Furnace Stronghold.
Some people were arguing in the official residence north of Longyang Avenue. A clan meeting was being held inside. More than a dozen luxury cars were parked quietly in the square outside the official residence. The drivers were standing in a corner smoking and chatting as they waited for the big shots from their clans to come out.
In the meeting room, someone said loudly, "The Wang clan in the north has already opened up the trade route to the Northwest. If we let them continue to develop, wouldn't we be sitting ducks?"
Someone retorted, "Don't always think about fighting. Our most important task right now is to continue expanding eastward. The Qinghe Group there is not to be underestimated either."
The person who retorted was a bearded, middle-aged man. He had a calm expression, and his dark blue military uniform and black tie made him look especially solemn.
The person who spoke earlier sneered, "Zhou Shiji, the Qinghe Group has always been content with their territory and has never participated in the fight for resources in the Central Plains. What's there to be afraid of? I think you can't tell who our real enemy is."
"I'm not treating the Qinghe Group as my enemy. It's just that I heard they've already mastered the method to create supernatural beings. I think we should get our hands on that method first." The bearded, middle-aged man rearranged the pen and paper in front of him.
"But I don't see any supernatural beings among them," someone retorted again.
"In the current situation, supernatural beings are becoming more and more important to us."
This was a battle between the warring faction and the conservative faction, but it was destined that there would not be any results from the debate at this meeting.
After another two hours, the big shots of the Zhou Clan finally came out of the official residence. The big shots of the conservative faction bid farewell to Zhou Shiji, the representative of their faction. Some even invited him for a drink or two, but Zhou Shiji turned them down.
Zhou Shiji walked on the gravel path in front of the official residence. A protocol officer and security personnel were already waiting in front of the car. The protocol officer opened the door for Zhou Shiji. He nodded and got into the car.
A black limousine drove out of the official residence with two motorcycles escorting it from the front and back. An assistant officer sitting in the front seat said with a document in his hand, "The people who contacted the Qinghe Group have returned. They still rejected our proposal."
Zhou Shiji, on the other hand, closed his eyes and rested, his expression expressionless.
At this time, someone on a tall building in the distance was tracking the convoy with a pair of military binoculars. When he confirmed the answer in his heart, he turned around and took out three white doves from the pigeon cage behind him and threw them into the sky.
The sound of the white pigeon flapping its wings was delightful.
On the other side, someone was carefully hiding in a house, watching the tall building.
When he saw three doves flying out from the tall building, he said to his three gun-wielding companions, "Targets, follow the original route and get ready for battle."
"This assassination operation can only succeed. Failure is not allowed."
"Do y 'all think we'll have a chance to join the Anjing House after we complete this mission?"
From what they were saying, the Anjing House seemed to be an organization and not a temple. After all, there was no such logic in the world that one could only join a temple after killing someone.
But at this moment, a young man suddenly walked out of the shadows next to them. He exhaled and grinned. "I've finally found you guys. But our Anjing House isn't a place that people like you can join."
The four assassins quickly raised their guns and pointed them at the young man. "Where did you come from? Have you been hiding in the kitchen? "
The young man was still holding a glass of juice in his hand. He chuckled and said, "Don't worry, don't worry. Let me finish the juice first."
With that, the four assassins' gun barrels suddenly bent like a fried dough twist.
Five minutes later, the young man walked out of the building. There was a scarlet bloodstain on his white shirt, announcing the fate of the four assassins in the building.
He frowned and looked at the bloodstain. With a wipe of his hand, the bloodstain disappeared.
A bell rang in the distance. The doves in Peace Square were alarmed by the sound and took off into the sky.
Suddenly, he took out a paper crane from his pocket. "Mission accomplished. Please deposit the commission into my account. These are all small fries, so they don't even know who their employer is."
After that, the paper crane took off on its own. It flew high into the sky, passed through the raging river, and flew north.
The news here would naturally be carried by the paper crane. The white paper crane was hidden among the doves and did not stand out at all.
As for where the paper crane would fly to, the young man did not know either.
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On a mountain path in the north, a young man was traversing the mountains. He was following a river downstream as though he was looking for something along the way, but he was also afraid of missing something.
The mountains here were all khaki in color. Only by continuing east would the mountains gradually become verdant.
The young man seemed a little disappointed that he did not find any clues.
However, this seemed to be a good thing. If he did not see any corpses, didn't that mean the person he was looking for was still alive?
As he walked, he traveled for half a month. Actually, if he were to travel at full speed, he would probably be able to pass through the mountain range in four or five days. However, he wasted a lot of time searching for clues.
The young man suddenly heard the sound of trees being felled up ahead. He slowed down, and before he could get far, he saw a group of refugee workers wearing safety helmets at work.
When the refugee workers saw the young man, they were stunned. "Friend, where did you come from? Why did you come out of the mountains?"
"No, I got lost and accidentally came here. I'm from the Northwest." The young man said with a smile, "Bro, where are you from?"
"We're lumberjacks from Stronghold 61. We're refugees." The oldest of the lumberjacks wondered, "The Northwest? Did you come here to escape from the war? A lot of people have escaped from there recently. I heard there's a war going on. "
"Yes." The young man said with a smile, "I also came here to escape from the war. The fighting over there is too fierce."
"Hai, I heard the supernatural beings over there are really powerful. Some people say they escaped from Stronghold 146 and are still living in our town. They said Stronghold 146 was actually defeated by a young supernatural being. Are supernatural beings that fierce nowadays? They can single-handedly take down an entire stronghold?"
The young man was stunned for a moment before saying with a smile, "I don't know either. I've never been to Stronghold 146 before."
"Oh, it's not convenient to communicate over there, so it's normal that you don't know about it." The lumberjack nodded. "My name is Xu Yahui. If you get lost, you can follow us back later. We'll settle down in town first, but it's definitely not possible for us to enter the stronghold. How should I address you, friend?"
The young man smiled. "Thank you, bro. My name is Ren Xiaosu."
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