AWITTGABAGIWOBAFOAP Chapter 42

Chapter 42: The River Chaos Conflict (End) Father, are you back?…

Chapter 42: The River Chaos Conflict (End) Father, are you back?…

Since you’re willing to apply for communication, it means there’s still room for maneuver.

Yuri didn’t continue to fuel the fire, considering the pros and cons.

Song Ningwan’s mental state is very poor right now, not suitable for thinking about problems. Yuri remained silent for a long time and chose to agree to the application.

[Connection successful!]

The electronic screen was projected onto the wall. Yuri was surprised by the image transmitted from inside.

When Allen saw the communication connection succeed, his eyes lit up for a moment, then returned to calm.

“Young Master?” Yuri hesitated.

Song Ningwan, who was about to reach out to comfort Pulan, looked at the electronic screen upon hearing this.

Yuri was a little confused, and after subtly scanning Song Ningwan, he saw another person appearing on the screen.

Inlun slowly walked behind Allen, stroking his slightly curly golden hair, and glanced at the screen: “Yuri, my grandfather is dead.”

!

“What?” Yuri felt unbelievable. It was too absurd. How could a god like Bi Lin fall from grace?

If it hadn’t come from Inlun’s mouth, Yuri would have thought someone was courting death.

Inlun didn’t explain much, just instructed: “Settle the rescued people and wait for the end of the second explosion before carrying out the final work. Publicly declare that this horrific explosion was a conspiracy by criminals in the Lower Trash District, and the Jian family will declare war on the Lower Trash District on behalf of the Trash District. Then, the position of the Jian family head…”

He paused, met Allen’s eyes as he turned his head, and moved his lips: “Is Inlun Jian. I will hold a grand succession ceremony for my brother, announcing to the entire Underground City that Inlun Jian is the new head of the family.”

“Family Head Bi Lin…”

Yuri was interrupted by Inlun before he could finish speaking: “I am very saddened by this accidental death. Grandpa has already passed away, don’t disturb his peace.”

“He’s dead?” Pulan, kneeling on the ground, raised her head with red eyes, full of despair and helplessness.

“Pulan, the ground is cold, get up first.” Song Ningwan stretched out his hand to help her up, suddenly, a “pa” sound!

“Don’t!” Pulan emotionally slapped away the hand helping her, having finally removed her defenses and willing to accept the world’s kindness.

But when she heard that Pumi was dead and had no remains, her worldview suddenly collapsed.

How could this happen? She just wanted to live well with her brother…

“It’s all your fault!” Pulan cried, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, only knowing to vent the dissatisfaction in her heart angrily.

“Why did you let me meet you! Why?!”

Song Ningwan endured the dizziness and went up to comfort her softly, “Pulan, calm down first… I,”

With a “bang,” Pulan subconsciously pushed the person in front of her, causing Song Ningwan’s already weak body to fall backward, his back hitting the iron sheet, which was painfully grinding against him.

“Cough!!!” Song Ningwan suddenly spat out blood, clutching the wall and coughing incessantly.

Pulan froze for a moment, lowering her eyes to hide the emotions in her eyes, and continued to vent: “If I hadn’t met you, brother Pumi wouldn’t have died, it’s all because of you, it’s all because of you!”

“Pulan, listen to me… Cough!!” A ringing sound kept ringing in his ears, and the sounds from the outside world were sometimes high and sometimes low. Song Ningwan seemed to hear Allen calling him father, but maybe he heard it wrong.

“I don’t want to listen.” Pulan raised her exhausted hand, gritted her teeth and stood up by herself, trying to turn around, with her back to Song Ningwan.

“Why did you lie to me? Hide it from me? I trusted you so much, and I worked so hard for you, but my brother died, and you weren’t even willing to tell me.” Pulan closed her eyes, she no longer had the strength to pursue hope, “If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have been involved in this conflict. Only my brother in this world is truly good to me, and now he’s dead…”

Song Ningwan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up again, looked at the strong, thin back, and pondered, “Pulan, don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t follow you anymore. This is the last time I’ll call you teacher, we… let’s part ways peacefully.” After saying the last sentence, Pulan walked towards the sensor door.

With a “ding,” the automatic door opened.

As the girl’s figure gradually disappeared from sight, Song Ningwan subconsciously chased after her, but was stopped by Yuri beside him.

“You know, she’s so tough, she won’t actively seek death.” Yuri half-hugged Song Ningwan, gently helping him to the chair, “You need to rest, sit down. If she doesn’t want to follow you, let her stay here with me. For your sake, I will take care of her.”

“Song Ningwan.” Yuri put his hands on Song Ningwan’s shoulders, leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Relax.”

Whether it was a hallucination or not, he always felt that Yuri’s tone at this moment was unusually gentle, with a faint seductive quality.

Song Ningwan mechanically nodded, leaned back in the chair and remained silent.

After a moment, he asked softly, “Did I… do something wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” Yuri shook his head, sighed, and said with a slightly regretful tone, “Although I really need someone with your talent, you shouldn’t get close to the conflict again, otherwise you’ll be burned to ashes.”

“Song Ningwan, leave this place to us. Go, leave the Trash District and go to where you should be.” These were the last words Song Ningwan heard. After that, his consciousness drifted away, and his heart once again lost its home.

Ten years later…

The times will not change because of one person, the river of history is rolling forward, it will flow slowly and steadily, never drying up.

The unification of the Trash District is an inevitable trend in historical development. After Allen took over the Jian family, Inlun assisted him and listened to politics.

The Jian family has once again become a new force controlling the entire Trash District.

However, this time it is different.

The Trash District no longer has rules that oppress people. Allen issued a new order, began large-scale production of mechanical prosthetics, and opened up economic and trade to the outside world.

New artificial machinery has become the best-selling product awaited by the entire Underground City.

The letter S is engraved on every mechanical product. Everyone knows that this is a work designed by a mechanical engineer named Song Ningwan.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the lights are bright. Allen Jian, in a suit and leather shoes, noble and elegant, shakes the glass of red wine in his bony fingers, which are tinged with wavy red light.

His eyes are clear and peaceful. Not knowing what he thought of, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, then instantly returned to calm.

“Father, are you back?”

The door was gently pushed open, and countless masked assassins holding guns poured in, bowing and saluting: “Family Head.”

Allen didn’t give them even a glance.

Immediately afterward, the assassins pressed a blood-covered person with festering wounds all over his body to kneel down. Only bare white bones remained on that person’s hands, with not a shred of flesh sticking to them.

“Ahhhh!” The blood-covered person had his tongue pulled out, unable to speak, constantly whimpering and begging for mercy.

Allen put down the glass of red wine, lifted his eyelids and looked over indifferently.

“Oooo!” Because he was constantly choking on blood from the pain, the blood-covered person stretched out his five bony fingers, wanting to touch Allen’s long boots, but before the words of begging for mercy could be spoken.

With a “crack,” Allen actually stood up and stepped on that white bone, his tone very gentle, like a weak white rabbit: “Ten years ago, you used a stun gun to knock my father unconscious. How much pain must he have been in?”

Allen spoke slowly and methodically, his movements under his feet merciless, “Then, now, please atone for him…”

“Ahhhh!!!!!!”

Volume 1: The River Chaos Conflict, ends here.

On the ground, Nukaal Ruins.

Song Ningwan’s whole body was extremely sore, especially his lungs, which were as hot as if they had been soaked in magma. His consciousness was hazy, and when he lifted his eyelids, they were shrouded in mist, and he didn’t seem to be able to see anything clearly.

After the buzzing in his ears faded away, the bright light was dazzling, causing unbearable pain in his eyes.

Nukaal Ruins, the sky is dyed fiery red, and everything is shrouded in afterglow.

Xie Xiaoyu reached out and pressed his goggles, the red light scanned this desolate land, and re-surveyed the surrounding geographical environment.

“Click!”

He vigilantly looked around, not letting go of any disturbances.

“Captain, good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?” Xie Xiaoyu said.

The captain in a light blue fluorescent uniform had clear and cold eyes, and his gaze turned into a sharp blade.

“That poor wretch is still following us, and our supplies are almost gone. He’ll starve to death sooner or later.” Xie Xiaoyu’s eyes were frightened, staring at the man at the end of the team.

The man’s clothes were ill-fitting, revealing an injured ankle, his face was covered with bruises and blood, and his pair of dark pupils were as calm as water.

He was simply dirty, messy, and sloppy.

Song Ningwan paused slightly upon hearing the other party’s words.

Ten years ago, he was thrown into a time capsule by Yuri and sent to the ground. He only recently woke up.

After being rescued by this archaeological team, he followed them “shamelessly” without saying a word.

Now facing the crisis of being abandoned again, Song Ningwan racked his brains to think of a way to stay, his brows furrowed slightly.

The captain didn’t waste time and directly ordered: “Investigate the ruins.”

“The good news is that this person can act as a few days of supplies. Looking at the meat, it’s old and tough, so it definitely won’t taste good.” Xie Xiaoyu turned his head and glanced at him irresponsibly.

The captain’s voice turned colder: “Going back to receive punishment for disobeying orders.”

“Just let him drag us down?! A stranger of unknown origin is more important than a teammate who fights alongside you! He’s already infected with the virus, are you going to let us die with him?” Xie Xiaoyu took out a folding knife, preparing to attack, but a flying kick came, and he sensitively sensed it and dodged to the side.

“Big Cat! Are you protecting outsiders too?”

The boy named Big Cat had long hair hanging over his shoulders, and his dark windbreaker covered his eyes, he said lazily: “Noisy.”

However, the culprit who caused the conflict in the team remained calm. Song Ningwan narrowed his eyes and saw abandoned mechs exposed to the wind and sand in the distance, the rusty metal already dull.

“Look there.” The always silent Song Ningwan was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

“Dumb, so you can talk?” Xie Xiaoyu sneered.

The voice that had been eroded by the wind and sand wasn’t very pleasant, but fortunately, everyone’s attention was focused on the distance.

In this chaotic wasteland, the shiny synthetic metal emitted light and shadow.

Several people conserved their strength, covering their mouths and noses to resist the wind and sand, and unknowingly walked to a brand-new mech.

“This is…” Xie Xiaoyu took the first step, but was stopped by an arm.

The captain took the lead, and after seeing the mech’s logo, his eyes narrowed slightly.

The large mech blocked out the sky and the sun, burying the tiny humans under the ruins. This majestic and solemn feeling made people awe-inspiring and dare not look directly at its majesty.

The damaged parts of the wing were severely twisted and deformed, and even the outer shell had disappeared. You could see the interlaced aluminum wires emitting a weak current flashing.

“Ancient technological ruins,” the captain said.

“How is that possible? Even the mechs manufactured by Lord Ka’lier aren’t this big…” This was simply too big, breathtaking.

The captain circled the giant mech, and found the opening entrance in a moment.

He lowered his eyes to look at his wrist, pushed it, and the sensor door didn’t move at all.

Xie Xiaoyu was surprised and said, “If we have the life to bring this thing back, we’ll have this year’s KPL covered.”

Hearing the name Ka’lier, Song Ningwan subconsciously asked: “How is Ka’lier…”