Chapter 489

zTen Thousand Harmony Palace trade gathering place.

Gathering place person in charge Lin Yumin, looking at others with a bitter expression.

It was only about four minutes away from where Lin An destroyed the Food City gathering place, but for them, every minute and every second was agony.

Looking at the terrain on the broadcast screen.

The next one... is them.

As a joint gathering place, they were originally a logistics and industrial park.

Relying on superior geographical conditions and abundant supplies, compared to other forces around the city, the Ten Thousand Harmony Palace obviously developed quite well.

There were hardly any zombie mutants around, and those who survived were all people from the industrial park.

Over 400,000 survivors, more than 2,000 Awakened Ones.

Although not everyone was incorporated into the gathering place's forces, gathering nearly a thousand people, the problem was not big.

I originally thought I could be considered a local powerhouse, and even from the bottom of my heart, he felt his strength was not inferior to those safe zones.

But...

Facing Lin An, he truly had no confidence in his heart.

"Lin Chairman! You didn't say Lin An was seriously injured?!"

"Yesterday you still confidently told us we would allocate a batch of supplies to exchange for Lin An's information, but now look, this damn thing was bought! Where is the information!"

"This is a death‑summoning talisman!"

Heartbroken and anguished.

Seeing the crowd who wished they could flay themselves alive, Lin Yumin could only bitterly laugh.

The information was indeed bought by me, but after reading it, those preparing to declare war and build momentum were you all...

Who could have imagined, Lin An's retaliation came so fast, almost as soon as they had just begun to mobilize troops, Lin An showed up at their door.

"Don't argue!"

"What the hell time is it now?!"

A middle‑aged wealthy businessman in a suit shouted anxiously:

"At this speed, Lin An will reach us in at most eleven minutes!"

"Quickly think of a solution!"

The Ten Thousand Harmony Palace gathering place, its overall structure resembles a chamber of commerce.

Except for Lin Yumin, whose strength was still decent and who was elected chairman thanks to his pre‑Apocalypse prestige, the rest were representatives chosen by their respective factories.

"What can we do?"

"Lin An has basically set a trap for us long ago!"

A burly man in dark‑green military uniform gritted his teeth and crushed the armrest of the chair beneath him:

"You still haven't figured it out, huh?!"

"These nine forces dragged into the death match, each one has done the same thing as us!!"

"Being able to jump out at the same time clearly shows they, like us, bought that bullshit information!!"

"That information was probably released by Lin An himself!!"

"Long An probably planned this long ago; who let you bunch of turtle grandsons keep provoking them!"

The speaking man in military uniform was not a soldier, but the factory security captain.

With strength and appearance vastly different, and meticulous thinking, after the Apocalypse he swiftly rose to the position of second‑in‑command.

Looking at the high level of the gathering place, many pot‑bellied factory bosses, he at this moment wished to strangle this bunch of damn fools.

Since the establishment of Long'an Base, these people of the Ten Thousand Harmony Palace have frequently stepped forward to mock Lin An, daring to say anything that attracts attention.

"So‑called"

In the words of a few bosses and their trusted aides, this is called a publicity strategy, catering to the 'market'.

In the chat channel, as long as you dare to scold Lin An, dare to take Long'an Base as a pawn.

Among ten people, there will be one who agrees with you out of equal jealousy of Lin An, and one who thinks you are surely formidable and wants to join you.

It is precisely by spouting off in the channel that they attracted the attention of many Awakened Ones.

"I've told you before, don't underestimate Lin An, don't underestimate Long'an Base!"

"They established a safe zone so early—how could they possibly not have a couple of tricks!"

"You damn bunch of pig‑fat‑blinded idiots, do you still think the Apocalypse is about doing business?!"

Thinking he was almost certainly doomed, the burly security man in military uniform could no longer be bothered to hide his anger, pointing at several bosses and launching into a tirade:

"A bunch of brainless idiots who call themselves elites."

"The Apocalypse relies on strength and caution, not your damn bullshit market strategy."

Still unsatisfied with his scolding, the burly man grabbed a chair and smashed it hard into the factory boss who liked to hold meetings, then turned and walked away.

"Damn it, saying your Shang Cheng is like a battlefield."

"If you want to fight us and go up against Lin An, Laozi will absolutely not face him!"

Seeing the strongest warrior in the gathering place, Zhao Gang turned and left, startling Lin Yumin into instinctively calling out to stop him:

"Captain Zhao!"

"Things have come to this; we must unite and oppose Lin An!"

It's not necessarily without a way! He, Lin An, used missiles—doesn't that show he's over-exhausted, already unable to act personally?

Let's hide first, dodge the first wave of missile attacks; there's still a chance later!

He didn't even turn his head.

Zhao Gang, his back to the crowd, gave a contemptuous smile and directly summoned his underlings to hurry and hide to save their lives.

What? Lin An's consumption is too high, only then forced to use missiles.

Beneath his seemingly rough exterior, Zhao Gang's inner self is actually very meticulous.

What if Lin An just doesn't want to waste time?

One who dares to take on all nine major forces at once wouldn't believe, no matter what he says, that Lin An has no trump cards.

Survival is paramount; he understands this very clearly.

The deathmatch rule is that it ends when 70% of the Awakened Ones or Survivors have died.

Then I, Laozi, will just hide!

If you all die, won't I then have a hope of survival?

He can only gamble, betting that Lin An is just as he guessed—utterly unwilling to waste time chasing them!

As for the words coming from Lin Yumin's mouth, he regards them as mere farts.

Even if Lin An really isn't that strong, they still managed to win!

So what?

At worst I don't want any spoils; losing face is nothing... compared to life!

To survive is the truth!

Watching Zhao Gang's figure vanish instantly, Lin Yumin angrily slammed his fist onto the table.

"Coward! Timid wretch!"

After forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart, he took a deep breath and, with a hint of bitterness, reissued the order:

"Everyone, we can only fight it out."

"That guy's ability is invisibility; just because he can escape doesn't mean we can."

"Everyone, make your own arrangements and scatter into underground facilities..."

After a brief pause, hearing the distant explosion—whether illusion or real—he shouted again:

"As long as Lin An lands, we still have a considerable hope!"

"So far no one has hit him; that shows his defense might not be high!"

"Even... putting it bluntly."

"With over two thousand Awakened Ones and more than thirty thousand soldiers, we can wear him down by attrition!"

"Seek wealth in danger; when the car reaches the mountain, there will be a way!"

Having said that, everyone nodded solemnly, dispersed, and hurriedly organized their subordinates, the Awakened Ones, preparing for a death battle.

Ice-element Awakened Ones paired with water-element, fire-element with wind-element, lightning-element with metal-element...

The tactics once devised to counter Mutants were deployed, hoping only to kill Lin An.

Meanwhile, unlike the tense and anxious hearts of the deathmatch forces.

Across the entire Huaxia war zone, hundreds of millions of Survivors now have only one thought.

This time, what does Lin An plan to do?

A brutal massacre, or a protracted war of attrition?