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Chapter 180 Rectifying East Ninth District

"Annual inventory, pass me information on unresolved incidents this year."

"Yes."

"Code name: Sting Shadow Star No. 58, what's going on? Why does the tracking information stay on the disappearance of the two reserve members? What's the follow-up report?"

"Master Hu, because Sting Shadow Star 58 has not entered the one-dimensional cone boundary for a long time, we... have lost control of him. Maybe he has noticed us."

'Boom, boom, boom...'

"Fire seed mystery, broken dimension. It seems that he has found another way to repair the gene chain. Mark the file, wait for the target to break through the two-dimensional realm, restart the code-named task, and name it: Ember!"

"Yes!"

'Dididi...'

"Wait a moment!"

"Master Hu, is there anything else?"

"Cancel the mission, sort out all the information about Sting Shadow Star No. 58, and hand it over to the 'Emperor Shadow Department', and erase all traces about Sting Shadow Star No. 58, making it top secret. This matter is out of our control..."

"Master Hu, we are!"

"Listen to orders!"

"……Yes."

………………

'Snapped! '

"Get up, get up for me! You haven't eaten, are you pretending to be a woman? Each person will add another three thousand kilograms of stones!"

Wolf Star, the underground residence, next to the winding and swift underground river

Sikong held the juice in his hand, wore sunglasses, and sat with his legs crossed, leisurely on the recliner.

A bloody whip covered with spikes was hung on Sikong's waist.

However, all the star bandits in the East Ninth District were sweating profusely at this moment, carrying boulders covered with moss and silt, swimming out of the underground river.

'boom! '

The soles of their feet fell to the ground, as if they were about to step through the ground. The smell of fish and sweat made these star bandits feel a little nauseous, and all of them could only wear a little fig leaf, revealing their strong tendons.

One side is suffering like a slave.

On the one hand, it is a landlord-like decadent enjoyment.

But none of these star bandits who have always had their eyes on their foreheads and are fearless, dare to speak up.

Holding the boulder on their backs, each of them walked back to the East Ninth District reluctantly but firmly like a good baby.

Only when passing by a large artificially cultivated tree did my steps stumble slightly and my expression became a little complicated.

I saw, on this tree, three or four star bandits who had been beaten to death, hanging on the treetops, swaying in the wind with their whole bodies open.

They are all people who dared to speak their beaks.

Today is a good day, a good day to rebuild the East Ninth District.

And they are the most perfect labor force.

Even the three second-level maintainers Shidagger, Heihu, and Dan Qingzi didn't fare well at all.

The huge boulder they carried was twice the size of ordinary star bandits, and the task was even heavier. They had blisters on their backs, and a few pairs of shoes were worn out.

Dan Qingzi's appearance as a jade-faced scholar became very embarrassing. His long hair, which was originally tied up with a hairpin and looked ancient, was scattered on his face at this moment, with a few water plants.

His hands were covered with mud, blood even leaked from the crevices between his nails.

But his face was extremely calm, and he was carrying the boulder obediently, with water dripping from his feet.

"Who, oh, it's just you, you carry another [-] kilograms of stone today, and you have to process it squarely! I can use it as a stone ladder."

Sikong took a sip of the iced juice, lay lazily and comfortably on the chair, squinted at Dan Qingzi.

Dan Qingzi's footsteps faltered, and he raised his disheveled head, but he didn't show the slightest rebellion, he was so calm that he was numb.

"it is good."

Hearing this, Sikong shook his head in disappointment.

According to Sikong's guess, this Dan Qingzi was probably sent by other districts to monitor him. He originally wanted to find any reason, either to drive him out of the district, or to kill him with a knife.

Unexpectedly, Dan Qingzi was so forbearing that Sikong forced him to do this, and he still looked like he was surrendering.

On the contrary, it made it difficult for Sikong to start.

Looking at this group of star bandits who dared to be angry but dare not speak out, Sikong smiled coldly.

There is a saying that is to fight against the outside world first, and the Poison Wolf Star Bandits still have huge benefits for Sikong today.

He, Sikong, was naturally ambitious and wanted to climb higher.

Then, the East Ninth District, as his backyard, should naturally be as stable as Mount Tai, and there should be no mistakes.

Dan Qingzi, sooner or later he will settle it.

The other star bandits, including the two second-level maintainers Ten Dagger and Black Tiger, either subdued them or simply expelled them.

Even if there were only three or two big cats and kittens left in the end, Sikong was not afraid at all.

As long as they have enough strength as a deterrent and sufficient benefits, these star bandits will happily lean over and beg Sikong to fan him.

Although realistic, it is very direct!

The so-called Huairou and temple scheming, these star bandits don't accept this at all.

As long as they are given enough benefits, they are probably willing to chop Poison Wolf twice.

But it seems that with Sikong's return, the East Ninth District will be rectified.

The streets that were once littered with rubbish became tidy and clean, tiger rats were exterminated, and the walls of the houses on both sides were rebuilt and dehumidified dust was scraped.

Even many dilapidated small rooms and shabby rooms barely covered by awnings were all bulldozed and rebuilt.

At the edge of East Ninth District, there are houses made of composite stone rising up.

The East Ninth District is getting rid of decadence and decay at an extremely fast speed, and is moving towards a new life!

And just as Sikong was contemplating his next plan, a man, holding a black box in his hand, staggered to Sikong with a hunched back.

Behind this person, a tall man with calloused hands and bulging temples followed slowly.

'thump! '

This person fell down on his knees in front of Sikong, holding up the box in his hand, with a face full of remorse, and wept endlessly: "Lord Sikong, please forgive me, please forgive me..."

Sikong put down his cup, didn't look at this person, but turned his gaze to the tall man.

"Crazy Corpse? What do you mean?"

This tall man is the little boss of the East Fourth District.

Sikong entered the fifth wall together with him, and had some contact with him, but this person had a surly personality, and Sikong didn't have in-depth contact with him.

Of course, Sikong's character, in everyone's eyes, is not as simple as a surly one.

The mad corpse nodded and said nothing.

But he saw the man who was kneeling down, stepped forward one after another, his knees were covered with dust, with snot and tears streaming down his face, he hugged Sikong's trousers tightly, and begged: "The little one couldn't open his eyes for a while, and he accidentally pushed down the expensive area." Old man Dong, who knows, who knows that old man Dong will relapse, I will rescue him immediately, but, but..."

Hearing this, Sikong picked up the juice, took a sip of it slowly, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Old man Dong?That wretched man who was the first to hand over a gift to himself, dragging an alloy prosthesis, and full of blackened die teeth?
When Sikong returned to East Ninth District, he knew that Old Man Dong was dead.

He was beaten to death by someone trying to make money!
In the end, he sank to the bottom of the river and was eaten clean by fish!

'Crash...'

This person poured out the contents of the box like shaking beans.

An unnamed star card, a gem polished extremely bright by hand, and a tube of inferior gene awakening potion.

There are also some miscellaneous things that are not worth much.

But Sikong noticed that something was missing inside.

It was a part of some kind of large and complex machine that Sikong refused to return as a gift from Old Man Dong.

(End of this chapter)