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"Mayor Gong, you flatter me. I believe there will always be conscientious businessmen. It's just that conscience is a money-burning thing; most people can't afford it!" Niu Xingwang said with emotion.

He deeply felt this.

When building the resettlement houses for Binjiang, money was useless. To pay the workers, he had to sell off all his equipment in batches at low prices. But in the end, he got nothing in return.

Mayor Gong, as the chief person in charge of several resettlement houses in Binjiang, didn't offer any help and even avoided him.

Tell me, doesn't conscience burn money?

A conscientious businessman, unless he has unmatched strength, cannot survive in this apocalypse.

Mayor Gong took a deep breath, revealing a look of disappointment.

He finally realized it at this moment. Niu Xingwang had been harboring resentment about what happened last year, but he only briefly came together with him because of business needs at the time.

Perhaps the best outcome for him was that Niu Xingwang didn't kick him when he was down.

Niu Xingwang's attitude was just subtly hinting to him, forget about trying to build a relationship.

......

Somewhere outside Binjiang City.

"Holy Son, something bad has happened! The zombies that invaded the city have probably been wiped out!" A Holy Envoy wearing a blood-red cloak ran over to report.

"That's nearly a million zombies! What power in the city can eliminate these zombies in such a short time?" The Holy Son frowned.

According to the Holy Son's assessment, it would take at least 200,000 troops to eliminate a million zombies in two hours.

But now, the Southeast Military Region cannot concentrate 200,000 troops to guard Binjiang.

And they didn't dare to venture in to investigate.

Soon, several more Holy Envoys returned, reporting the same situation.

"Now that the plan has failed, you are useless!" The Holy Son said coldly.

"Ah? Holy..." Before the few people could beg for mercy, they lost their life force and fell to the ground, dead.

"Hmm?" The Holy Son suddenly noticed something unusual and looked up.

In fact, the Holy Envoys had been targeted long ago.

Dongfang Chen knew that the zombie siege required the Holy Envoys to control the high-level zombies. So, he had instructed Xiaolin early on to dispatch a large number of micro-reconnaissance robots, scattered in all directions, to search for the Holy Envoys' hiding places as soon as the zombies arrived.

Therefore, the Holy Envoys' every move was under Dongfang Chen's surveillance.

At this time, Dongfang Chen was sitting in his office, observing the Holy Envoys' movements through the images synchronized by the micro-robots.

The sudden fall of the Holy Envoys greatly impacted him, and he frowned.

"Xiaochen, what's wrong?" Yan Zhengping asked, seeing that Dongfang Chen's expression was not right.

Dongfang Chen raised his hand to stop him, signaling him not to speak.

Because at this moment, the Holy Son was looking up at him. Of course, the Holy Son couldn't see him, but only sensed the presence of the micro-reconnaissance robot and was looking up at the robot.

The micro-reconnaissance robots cannot collect sound; they can only synchronize the images. Although Dongfang Chen didn't know who the young man in front of him was, it didn't prevent him from making some guesses.

It was not difficult to see from the attitude of the Holy Envoys that this young man's status was higher than theirs. And in the information Dongfang Chen currently understood, the highest-level figure in the Red Robe Society was the Holy Son.

However, he couldn't easily draw a conclusion at this time, because this young man wasn't wearing a mask or a cloak.

The reason for wearing a mask and cloak was because those Divine Envoys and Holy Envoys had bloodshot faces due to taking pills and couldn't show their true faces. If understood from this perspective, the Holy Son didn't have these symptoms, so there was indeed no need to wear a mask.

After staring at each other for more than ten seconds, the Holy Son suddenly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile.

Then, he raised his right hand and stretched out his palm towards the micro-robot.

Dongfang Chen didn't know what he was going to do.

Suddenly, the young man's gaze sharpened, and his palm quickly clenched into a fist, making a grasping motion in the air. Immediately afterward, the image disappeared, and the main control lost contact with that micro-robot.

"So strong!" Dongfang Chen exclaimed.

From the viewed images, Dongfang Chen could feel that this young man was very likely the Holy Son. And unlike the Holy Envoys, the Holy Son gave him a very mysterious and dangerous feeling.

He quickly issued instructions to Xiaolin, ordering more micro-reconnaissance robots to go to investigate, and at the same time ordering the bee-ant robots to carry a large number of nanobots to approach the previous location.

He wanted to keep that young man there.

But unfortunately, as his intuition told him, after the reconnaissance robots arrived, there was no one else present except for the corpses of the Holy Envoys.

He still couldn't figure out how that young man discovered the reconnaissance robots.

It stands to reason that the micro-reconnaissance robots are only the size of flies and fly at a height of more than ten meters, so it is impossible for ordinary people to detect them.

"It seems things are going to get complicated!" Dongfang Chen sighed secretly.