Now, the Crimson Blood Squad has the final say on this airship.
“Okay, I’ll go stay in the dormitory,” Qing Chen said calmly, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
It has to be said that with the forbidden substance ACE-005 Dafu around, even the veins on Qingchen's forehead could win an Oscar for Best Actor.
He walked towards the dormitory area, but heard Black say to Blue Mountain, "Young Master, we might not be able to help you level up recently. We were just ambushed by the guild at the entrance to the 8th Multiverse, where they were blocking White Light..."
The rest is self-evident; there's only one possible ending: after the Crimson Blood Squad assembles in the Superconducting World, they're instantly wiped out by Qing Chen…
When the white light was mentioned, the black man's face contorted slightly: "He will pay the price sooner or later, if he shows up in front of me..."
Qing Chen thought to himself, "What a coincidence...!"
Feeling bored, Blue Mountain abandoned Black and the others to take control of the airship and returned to his room to log into the Superconducting World.
Outside the command room, Yellow looked at Black: "Big brother, what do we do now? He actually followed us here."
Black pondered for a moment: "The person in charge at the next outpost is a former comrade of mine. When assigning personnel, I'll try to find a way to transfer him to the army."
Yellow eyes lit up.
Army troops have always been cannon fodder, and entering the Forbidden Forest means facing almost certain death.
Black sneered, "I originally intended to spare his life, but now it seems we need to make him understand the depth of our Crimson Blood Squad within the army group. There are too many ways to kill on the battlefield; we don't need to lift a finger."
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Qingchen carried his backpack to the lower level of the airship, and as soon as he opened the gate, he smelled a pungent odor.
The airship had just taken off, and it wasn't mealtime, so the slaves were idly chatting and playing cards.
When he entered, all the slaves who were picking their toes and chatting stopped and dared not say a word.
These slaves were scattered across the various properties of the Marquess of Kennedy, and they had all heard how perverse the steward was.
What the slaves didn't understand was why this high-ranking steward had come to their dormitory.
Soon, slaves at Kennedy Estate began whispering to the others, "He's been sidelined and is disliked, but it's best not to mess with him; he's a C-level expert..."
Qing Chen casually tossed his backpack onto the bed closest to the entrance, then grinned and pulled a leather whip from it.
He raised his hand and flicked it in the air.
With a snap, the whip cracked in the air.
The slaves were starting to get scared. Was this guy really this monstrous from the very beginning? Just like the rumors said, he even carried a whip on the expedition...
Qing Chen has firmly established his persona.
The slaves dared not utter a sound, fearing that if the 'steward' was neglected, he would take his anger out on them in a heartless manner.
Qing Chen said coldly, "Now all of you go to the disinfection room, spray deodorizer and disinfectant, and clean your dorm rooms. If I see anyone littering again, you'll get ten lashes first."
The slaves hurriedly lined up to 'take a bath,' but one Asian man stayed behind. He approached Qingchen and said, 'Butler, my name is Ethan. I've heard about your situation. You don't have to endure it. If you're willing, I can help you think of a solution.'
Qingchen, lying on the bed, glanced at him and said, "You do three hundred squats first!"
Ethan: "..."
After doing 300 squats, Ethan was almost dead; his legs were trembling as he left.
Qing Chen went to the restroom, and when he came back, there was a note under his pillow: "You just need to tell us the battle plan, and we can help you kill the Crimson Blood Squad."
Qingchen frowned and crumpled the paper into pieces.
He roughly knew who these people were... the rebels!
The other side felt that they must harbor resentment after being sidelined, so they sent people to turn them against them, using the lure of killing Black and others to obtain military intelligence.
Once the 'Butler' falls for it, regardless of whether the Crimson Blood Squad is dead or not, as long as he dares to reveal a single word to the resistance, they will keep using this matter to control him and force him to serve the resistance.
This is interesting. The Rebels, the Arbiters, the Crimson Blood Squad, and the Giant Dynasty—this war has brought together almost all the forces on the Western Continent.
By the way, Qing Chen still hasn't met the Roosevelt family's Fate Master.
It is an exceptionally mysterious entity, said to be a legacy that allows one to befriend fate.
He put on the virtual reality glasses, but did not enter the superconducting world immediately. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited silently until an hour later before entering.
There are countless eyes watching him. It would be incredibly foolish if the "white light" were to appear the moment he puts on his glasses.
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At the Blackwater City Airport, Zhong Yu arrived with his luggage to gather.
The soldiers in charge of martial law checked his identity: "Marquis Morton's men? Sector H61, the civilian airship you're heading to is there."
"Thank you," Zhong Yu replied politely, now acting like a completely normal person.
Zhong Yu, carrying a bag and humming a song, looked like he was on vacation, unlike the tense soldiers around him.
Upon arriving at Sector H61, an officer looked at him and said, "Rice! What are you doing so late? Get over here now!"
Zhong Yu's expression changed slightly, but he eventually just chuckled and acted as if nothing had happened.
Now that I'm making a move, wouldn't I have to walk all the way to see what the Giants' Dynasty is like? Walking there is nowhere as comfortable as taking an airship.
Zhongyu has now set his sights on the Giants Dynasty, because the Giants Dynasty is clearly more inclined towards chaos and evil, and is said to have eaten human children alive, which makes them seem more like his chosen ones.
He even devised a ridiculous and crude battle plan for himself: unite with the white supremacists, rule the dynasty of giants, and counterattack the Roosevelt Kingdom!
This plan is completely devoid of detail; it's all based on imagination.
Zhong Yu boarded the airship. The officer glanced at him contemptuously, then pinched Zhong Yu's butt: "Don't keep that sour face. I was able to help you get rid of your slave status and become a free man before, and I can help you become a citizen this time. Do your best."
Zhong Yu was stunned for a moment. Even someone as abnormal as him was at a loss for what to do when faced with such an abnormal person.
Should we turn it into a human stick? Or should we smear the entire ship's hold with this thing's blood?
A dignified demigod was taken advantage of by a grown man—that's outrageous!
But then the officer said, "Go to my private room, number 103. You can play around with Superconducting World and such while you wait for me. Be careful not to let Marquis Morton see you."
Zhong Yu's lips curled into a smile; he was already feeling the urge to destroy this place.
He entered the Morton 1 airship, found room 103, went inside, put on the virtual reality glasses, and the one-hour forced offline period had already passed.
I sent a private message to White Light as soon as I logged into the Superconducting World.
In fact, he had sent messages to White Light many times, and each time he was very honest, but White Light never replied to him even once.
But this time was different. He had barely finished explaining his plan when White Light replied, "What makes you think you can team up with me? I've done so much already, what have you done?"
Zhong Yu raised an eyebrow, thinking, "This is interesting. Is he looking down on me?"
Chapter 841, You are now qualified to join forces with me.
Qingchen's question somewhat angered Zhongyu.
Zhong Yu couldn't stand being looked down upon. He was the one who was going to rule the world, how could he be looked down upon?
He replied to Qing Chen: "I am an S-class demigod in the real world."
Zhong Yu smiled wickedly in the room. "Isn't this enough to qualify us to join forces?"
However, Qing Chen replied: "You're just bragging."
Zhong Yu almost choked on his breath. Why didn't these foolish humans believe in themselves?
He explained in detail: "I am a demigod from the Eastern Continent who came to the Western Continent by chance. If you are willing to join forces with me, I am willing to give you half of my future kingdom."
Qing Chen replied: "I am Roosevelt 27. I have been exiled to the end of the Forbidden Forest by the current king. I have found a giant who is willing to carry me back, but he needs 50 gold coins. I have no money. If you, kind sir, can give me 50 gold coins, I am willing to return to the Roosevelt Kingdom and give you half of the kingdom."
Zhongyu: "???"
He sent a message with a sneer: "You don't need to be so sarcastic. As the one I chose, I allow you to be arrogant for a short time. But I want to tell you that I attacked the St. Sith Cathedral in Blackwater City. I killed all the believers inside and even drew a smiley face on the dome of the cathedral."
Qingchen replied with a message: "Oh."
Zhong Yu was furious. Oh, what do you mean? Wasn't I ruthless enough?
The last time he felt this disgusted was when Bai Zhou Qingchen chuckled!
So, are all powerful people this disgusting?
Zhongyu questioned, "And what have you done now?"
After considering for a long time, Qing Chen replied, "I will soon kick all four major guilds out of the top ten of the points ranking. Also, you can search the news. I just killed Marquis Casey. Have you ever killed a marquis? I'm not asking you to kill a duke. I don't think you have the strength to do that. Why don't you kill a marquis and let me see? That way, we can have a basis for joining forces. I don't cooperate with the weak."
Zhongyu searched the news and, sure enough, there was just a news report about the attack on Marquis Casey, and the perpetrator was still at large.
In this attack, not only Marquis Casey died, but also five barons who were gambling in the rooftop clubhouse.
Zhong Yu was taken aback. This white light was indeed ruthless and to his liking. It seemed that he hadn't done enough.
Zhong Yu pondered silently for two seconds in the superconducting world: "What's so great about killing a marquis? You're following the news, I'll kill one for you right now. Moreover, I'm not just going to kill one marquis, I'm going to create a news story that you can't even dream of, so that everyone will know how ruthless I am."
Qing Chen: "Oh."
Zhong Yu grabbed his hair in anger: "You just wait."
After saying that, he logged off.
On the other side, Qing Chen stood at the entrance of the 136th Multiverse Dungeon, his expression somewhat strange.
Hu Xiaoniu, who was standing nearby, asked, "Master, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing," Qing Chen shook his head. "Having found a helper, the situation in the Western Continent seems to be getting more interesting."
Chen Zhuoqu asked, "Master, what do we do now?"
Qing Chen snapped out of his daze: "Let's go into the dungeon. I'll help you get your classes first before I can take you to level up."
At this moment, he had no idea how big of a mess his provocation of Zhong Yu would cause.
Or rather, how terrifying it would be if a demigod with a clouded mind went mad...
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