Chapter 382: Your resources were snatched to give as a greeting gift to your junior fellow disciple!

Mei Weis stepped out of the crowd, walked up to Ying Duo, and stopped.

Her voice showed no panic, "So, what do you want now?"

Ying Duo tilted his head, "Hmm... I haven't decided yet."

Mei Weis choked slightly, "... You haven't decided?"

"Yeah," Ying Duo nodded, "I feel that planting a bomb shouldn't be for nothing, so I came out to rob."

Mei Weis's mouth twitched slightly, giving her a first taste of the bewilderment Ying Duo induces.

Then you shouldn't have planted it in the first place!

But she didn't say those words out loud.

"Would you like to come down from the table? Standing that high is tiring."

Ying Duo lowered his head to glance at the table he was standing on, then looked down at Mei Weis from above.

"Not tired; standing anywhere is still standing."

Mei Weis: "......"

But she felt just as tired craning her neck upward.

Another figure quickly stepped out of the crowd, Hua Jian Lei walking to Mei Weis's side amid the hopeful gazes of the bandits, bowing slightly like a gentleman, then shielding Mei Weis behind him.

"Sir, bullying a lady is hardly gentlemanly."

Ying Duo stared at him without speaking.

Hua Jian Lei took another step forward, lifted his head, and met Ying Duo's golden eyes.

Then he threw a flirtatious glance at Ying Duo.

Host: "???"

Bandits: "??"

Guests: "??"

Mei Weis's expression shifted from surprise to something subtle.

This guy seems less like he's here to negotiate and more like he's trying to seduce—she had just thought he was finally becoming reliable.

Moreover, he threw that come‑on look even more frequently than when he'd just been talking to her.

If he really wanted to seduce someone, shouldn't it be her making the move?

The bandits were utterly bewildered too—Hua Jian Lei had never intended to hide his true face before them, and he always appeared in person.

They thought Hua Jian Lei's appearance meant an accident had occurred just as their plan was about to succeed, and that he had come to resolve the issue.

As it turned out, this was his way of solving the problem?

Is that right?

Yang Yichen...... Yang Yichen only felt his fists unusually itchy.

Ying Duo stood on the table, expressionless, watching Hua Jian Lei flutter his eyebrows and spout all kinds of pleasantries in front of him.

He just stared blankly.

Hua Jian Lei's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal as he stepped closer and lowered his voice.

"Those people are undead just like us."

Ying Duo's eyes narrowed slightly; Hua Jian Lei kept his lazy smile, but his gaze grew a bit more earnest.

"Can you help?"

Ying Duo tilted his head, his voice equally low, "Do you think these few people's lives matter more than figuring out the Dome's attitude toward the undead?"

Hua Jian Lei's brow twitched imperceptibly, "The Dome's attitude toward the undead?"

"Do we even need to say it?"

Hunting, imprisonment, experiments...

Although they weren't willing, from the moment they entered this world and were labeled "invaders," the Dome has been their absolute enemy.

But he would ask this...

He gazed at Ying Duo, lost in thought.

"Any other findings?"

After only a brief moment of thought, Ying Duo figured out what he wanted.

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The man in the black suit stared at the string of new demands flashing on the communicator, feeling utterly awful.

Weapon blueprints, high‑grade materials, energy cores...

Each demand more outrageous than the last, each more deadly than the one before.

"What do they think the Dome is? An ATM?!"

The black‑suit man gritted his teeth, tapping the communicator with a staccato click‑click as he tried to report to his superiors the undead crew's outrageous, overreaching demands.

Bandits are bandits—give them an inch and they'll take a mile; do they really think the Dome is easy to bully?

He was just about to send the message when the person in the white coat suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Don't send it."

The black‑suit man blinked, "What do you mean?"

The white‑coat person's expression was complicated, "Our department head just sent a message."

"Director Fang?" the black‑suit man flinched instinctively, "What did he say? Is he recalling this batch of undead...?"

The white‑coat person said nothing, merely handing over his own communicator.

On the screen appeared a directive so concise it couldn't be any simpler:

【Transfer a batch of resources from the Weapons R&D Department to the bandits, according to this list.】

The list attached below is exactly the same as the one sent by the robbers.

The person in the black suit fell silent.

"...... Director Fang knows this is what the robbers want?"

I know.

Does he agree to give it?

He agreed.

Why?!!

The person in the white coat glanced at him, "I dare ask about the department head's matter?"

The person in the black suit was left speechless.

Indeed, no one dares.

The person in the white coat retrieved the communicator, turned, and walked toward the warehouse.

Just do it; I'll go speak to the Weapon R&D Department about that.

Anyway, the person from the Weapon Research Department also doesn't dare to oppose their department head.

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In a lab filled with blueprints and semi-finished products, a man slumped over the table, staring blankly at a pile of scattered parts.

His dark circles were heavy, as if he'd been punched twice; his hair was a mess piled on his head, his white lab coat wrinkled beyond recognition, and his cuff still had a smear of oil from who knows when.

If anyone saw him now, they'd never guess he was the youngest department head of the entire Dome, the head of the Weapon Research Department—Xing Ke.

Ding——

The communicator chimed; Xing Ke, who originally had no research ideas, casually opened it, and then he was stunned.

【Notice: The materials you requested have been sent to the Mutation Department; please confirm.】

Below is a long list.

Xing Ke's eyes widened more and more.

This batch of materials was what he had applied for after three months of painstaking effort to develop a new weapon; from materials to energy core, each item was carefully selected and irreplaceable.

As a result, they were taken away by someone?

Or were they sent to the Mutation Department!

Xing Ke jumped to his feet, his dark circles unable to conceal the fury in his eyes.

Again, the Mutation Department!

Last time they took his materials; this time they outright took all the supplies he had applied for!

When Director Fang wasn't around, they dared not move; now that Director Fang has returned, are they starting to openly rob?!

He took a deep breath, about to erupt, when his communicator chimed again.

This time it was a message.

Sender: Fang Zhiyan.

Xing Ke's fingers froze; he stared at that name for a while before opening the message.

【A meeting gift for your junior disciple.】

Just these six characters.

Xing Ke was stunned.

Junior disciple?

When did he acquire a junior disciple?

Fang Zhiyan must have set his sights on another unlucky soul again.

Was the batch of materials he painstakingly applied for taken by Fang Zhiyan to give as a 'meeting gift' to his newly accepted student?