Resurrection Empire

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The desolate people also pinned all their hopes on him.

But hope is just hope, but any reasonable person actually knows that he has no chance of winning.

Now it is just a verification of this result, and an understanding of the fact that hope is doomed to be dashed.

Seeing that the media engines on Ren Zhong's body were pulled out one after another, he had completely lost his left and right mobility in mid-air, and became a living target.

If he continues to suffer, he will die, he will definitely die!

Xiao Xingyue also said in a subtle tone during the live broadcast: "If Ren Zhong does not admit defeat within 1 minute, he will die at the hands of the butcher. This time, I will not be wrong."

"Admit defeat, heavy responsibility!"

At this moment, Ma Dafu, who was at the front of the crowd, seemed to have exhausted all his strength and shouted, "Enough! Enough!"

At this moment, Madafu's eyes were red and bloodshot.

Ren Zhong ignored it, only gritted his teeth, and kept observing the details of the opponent's every move.

He wanted to find out the laws governing the operation of the genetic power in the Butcher.

Every animal has its own rules.

For example, the gear structure of the flea's thigh, the spring structure of the forelimb of the peacock mantis shrimp, and so on.

The butcher looks like a human but not a human, and what gives him his abilities is the mixed snake gene in his body. Ren Zhong wants to use actual combat to "understand" all the genetic characteristics of the opponent.

On the other side, as Madafu spoke first, the desolate people finally couldn't restrain themselves.

"Admit defeat, Mr. Ren!"

Some desolate people began to shout like this.

Such shouts spread rapidly.

Over there, Ren Zhong was still gritting his teeth to support.

Xiao Xingyue, the so-called reporter, first continued to look at Ren Zhong, then turned back to look at the barren people in Xinghuo Town, his brows gradually frowned.

She is considering whether to cut off the live broadcast.

At this moment, Ren Zhong over there finally raised his right hand, "I admit defeat."

He finished the rule summary.

It's time to "give up".

The butcher's offensive stopped immediately.

He looked deeply at Ren Zhong for a long time, then turned and left.Ren Zhong is a second-level citizen, not a desolate person who can be slaughtered casually.

Ren Zhong raised his neck and looked at the desolate people in the distance.

By now, the dust has settled.Sorry, I lost.

Chapter 203 Sorry and Thank You

In the office of the chairman of Spark Resources.

Ren Zhong, who was exhausted, slumped on the leather chair, staring straight at the icosahedral crystal that was shimmering in front of his eyes.

Directly in front of him, a man in white robes was resting his hands on both sides of the crystal base.

The eight blue stripes on the cuffs of the white robe shone brightly under the light.

A light and elegant scent of perfume is wafting from the opposite side.

Five minutes ago, he had just finished the battle with the butcher, and he received a notification in his watch telling him to return to Spark Resources immediately and undergo a psychological review.

Then a reporter who did not want to be named appeared in front of him in a white robe and pretended not to know him.

After a long time, the radiance on the twenty-faced crystal became brighter, and Ren Zhong lost his vision for a short time.

Woman: "What is your motivation for choosing to fight the cold-blooded butcher?"

Ren Zhong: "I feel like I can win."

She stabilized a bit before continuing to ask: "I feel like I can win? How sure are you?"

Ren Zhong: "One hundred percent."

The woman was silent for a moment: "What do you think of the desolate people in Xinghuo Town?"

"I value the barren people in Xinghuo Town."

"What do you mean by value?"

"I'm experimenting with a new type of management method for the animal resource recycling company, and I need employees who have absolute trust in me."

"How much sympathy do you have for the barren people in Xinghuo Town?"

"Yes, but not much, three points."

"You are obviously no match for the cold-blooded butcher, why did you persist until this point? You want to die for the barren?"

Ren Zhong: "I didn't intend to die."

"Then why do you insist?"

"The bull that has been blown out, I have to withstand it no matter what. I don't want to be ashamed. It's a pity that I overestimated my talent. But next time I will definitely be able to beat the butcher."

"Uh..." She was silent for a long time, and finally asked, "Do you want to make a revolution?"

"What is a revolution?"

"Do you want to be the spokesperson of the barren people's power?"

"Do not want to."

The question and answer is over.

The woman takes her hands away from the sides of the crystal base.

Ren Zhong lay down softly.

Xiao Xingyue looked at the assistant beside him, and said, "He's fine, but he's over-inflated, and he's put himself on the fire again, and he's just going to suffer because of face."

The assistant quickly took notes, and then asked: "Then I will reply to the above?"

"Well. Let's go."

……

Hearing the sound of the door closing, Ren Zhong, who was lying on the desk pretending to be asleep, finally had the mind to pay attention to the outside world.

Even if others are sitting here, they can only imagine the scene outside.

On his way back to Xinghuo Resources following the direct order of the association, thousands of hunters swarmed in from all directions, completely surrounding Xinghuo Town.

The desolate people received the notification from their wristwatches and returned home to wait for the trial.

Hundreds of citizens in the town put forward voting proposals at the same time and started the voting process.

Ma Dafu returned to the tower of the town hall with a gloomy face.

Now that the psychological review on my side is over, the voting that has already been determined to be the result should also just end.

So, now the people in the desert should be packing up their belongings, walking out of their homes and boarding the truck of the Mengdu Group.

After waiting for 5 minutes, Ren Zhong stood up from his chair, came to the fence of Xinghuo Resources, and looked into the distance.

One truck after another was floating up into the air, going back and forth between the ground and the white dish-shaped fortress floating in the air.

"Mr. Ren?"

Yu Jin's voice sounded behind him.

Ren Zhong didn't look back, he just asked, "Has your mother settled down?"

Yu Jin: "Well, I went to Chrome Carbon Town."

"I can only keep a small number of barren people like your family. This is Yuan Xing's rule. I can't help it."

Yu Jin: "I understand."

"When the matter is over tonight, go to the Qishan Tribe and ask Shi Xuan to report."

"Ok sir."

"After five days, you will send me your experience of hunting and training in the past few days through the watch."

"Ok."

The two fell into silence again.

At this time, Ren Zhong's watch sounded a reminder that he received a transfer of 100 million points from Mengdu Group.

This is the contract for the sale of barren goods signed by Yang Bingzhong and Mengdu Group.

Mengdu Group still has integrity. Although Yang Bingzhong is gone, the company is still there.

The money came to Ren Zhong.

Ren Zhong was silent for a moment, but gave the Mengdu Group a payment receipt.

"Pleasant to work with."

So he wrote.

The docking staff on the opposite side seemed to be in a good mood, and they immediately sent back a message, "Mr. Ren, your performance was very successful. The deserters were very cooperative. We thought that we would give the hunters some advantage, but in the end, except for a small number of people who committed suicide. , most of them have joined the Mengdu Group.”

"You're welcome."

After replying to the message, Ren Zhong had a strange and meaningful smile on his face.

He shrugged, put on an Assassin's Creed suit, and walked out of Starfire Resources.

On the street, black-armored warriors were standing in groups of five at each street corner.

The desolate people in ragged clothes and numb expressions are walking out of their houses with big bags and small bags on their backs, and they are flocking to the west gate of the town like a confluence of rivers.

There was no crying, no heart-piercing wailing, only the numbness of grief that was greater than death.

The sky became inexplicably foggy, and everything seemed to be separated by a layer of frosted glass.

Xinghuo Town, which was thriving just a few days ago, suddenly died.

Most of the barren people would subconsciously look up at the white wall when walking on the street.

What they looked at was not the position of the tower of the town mansion, but the position of the heavy-duty spark resources.

No one knows what is going on in their hearts.

Ren Zhong failed to fulfill his promise, but these desolate people seemed to have no resentment.

Ren Zhong at the corner squeezed his fist, turned around and left.

Since his resurrection, he often worried that he would be affected by the social atmosphere of Yuanxing, and he would become cold-blooded.

This anxiety reached its peak after he personally sent Bai Feng to the Mengdu Group.

Today, he knows that he has worried too much.

Even though he knew there was a chance to do it all over again, when he saw this scene, he still felt anxious.

But now he no longer easily says sorry in his heart.

In this world, the most meaningless words are actually "I'm sorry".

The most meaningful words are "You're welcome".

If you fail this time, do better next time, and never have to say sorry again.

Three hours later, Ren Zhong saw Ma Dafu and his daughter in the tower of the town government.

In just a few hours, Madafu became much more sluggish.

Ma Xiaoling took out a box from the side, "Dad, give another injection."

Ren Zhong glanced at the box, it was anti-aging potion.

Ma Dafu shook his head, "Don't fight, that's it."

Ren Zhong clasped his fists and said nothing.