Chapter 418: I Will Become the King of Hell

'Yes!'

Li Zongkai replied quickly, urgently: 'The leader of the Survivors' Alliance is Wu Baokang. His past is extremely rich—he was active for a time in the border regions, working as a mercenary who took contracts to kill. Be extremely careful with him—anything he gets his hands on can become a weapon!'

Wu Daqiang really wanted to grab the communicator and say: 'Boss, your friend Zhang Su isn't some softie—he nearly threw Wu Baokang to his death with ease!'

Zhang Su smiled and said: 'Alright, Old Li, thanks for the concern. Anything else you want to tell Big Qiang and the guys?'

'Big Qiang, you all stay put at Mr. Zhang's place—he won't mistreat you. If you can help out in any way, don't hold back. We're all family, understood?'

Wu Daqiang took the communicator from Zhang Su's hand, nodded with a complex expression, and said: 'Yes, Brother Li—we understand!'

After ending the call, Li Zongkai lost all sleepiness. He paced back and forth in the communications room, wrapped in his coat. Everything had changed—there was a mountain of new plans to make.

Creak.

The sound of a door opening.

Li Zongkai startled, turned around, and exhaled: 'Xiao Miao...'

A middle-aged man, seemingly in his thirties, entered the communications room, wearing a cotton cap and a flashlight pinned to his chest.

'Brother Li, working so late? I just filled this hot water bag for you—take it.'

Guan Senmiao handed over an old-fashioned hot water bag, slightly larger than a palm, holding just over a liter of water.

'Oh, thanks.' Li Zongkai took the bag and warmed his hands. 'Are you on night watch tonight?'

Guan Senmiao smiled: 'Yes, I'm on the first half of the shift.'

'Hmm...' Li Zongkai murmured absently.

Seeing Li Zongkai preoccupied, Guan Senmiao said: 'I'll get back to patrol, Boss. You keep working.'

'Alright, go on. Stay alert. Stay safe.'

After giving the reminder, Li Zongkai sank back into his thoughts—unaware that after Guan Senmiao opened the door and stepped out, he left it slightly ajar and didn't move far, just as he had before entering.

'OK! The truth's out—I've already told you about my relationship with Old Li. Now that you're on Tianma Isle, just relax!'

Zhang Su patted Wu Daqiang and Xiao Tiao on the shoulders, then turned to Yu Wen: "Old Yu, everyone's busy—could you help out? Show these guys to a comfortable place to rest. Don't forget to bring your weapons—if we find them lying around later and have to put them in storage, you'll be the ones at a disadvantage, haha!"

After jokingly giving his instructions, Zhang Su took his leave, leaving the six men standing in the dining hall, expressions strange, motionless for a long while.

Leaving the dining hall, Zhang Su headed straight for Qingfeng Xiaozhu, where the prisoners were held—but before he'd gone far, someone stopped him.

'Big Brother!'

Zhao Dezhu walked up, looking annoyed, pointing toward Qingfeng Xiaozhu: 'Damn it, that big guy's really asking for it—he's still causing trouble even locked up, yammering nonstop, demanding to see you. I asked him what he wanted—he wouldn't say, just kept insisting on talking to you. His mouth's filthy, spouting nonsense nonstop. Even beating him didn't shut him up. Finally had to gag him to get silence. What do we do?'

Zhang Su heard Zhao Dezhu and couldn't help but laugh and sigh: 'I was just going to find them to ask some questions. Come on—I'll go interrogate them with you. See what we can dig up!'

'Hey, great! Hey, Big Brother, what questions should we ask? Give me a list—I'll go through them one by one!'

Zhao Dezhu was very interested in interrogation.

Many had long considered naming their faction, but since Zhang Su never mentioned it, they'd only occasionally discussed it.

This night on Tianma Isle was destined to be far from quiet. Normally, by nine, most people were already tucked into warm beds. Tonight was different—groups gathered, chatting about the earlier capture of the investigation team. Three men stood guard around Qingfeng Xiaozhu, and a small dog watched the cliffside, surrounding the area completely, leaving no blind spots—unless you could fly, there was nowhere to escape! If you could fly now, you might still get away—but in a few days, once Wu Lue finishes modifying the drone-mounted weapons, escape will be truly impossible!

The two drones performed excellently but lacked offensive capability—a critical weakness. Wu Lue decided to modify them himself. The cargo drones had excellent load capacity and could easily carry weapons. Rifles had too much recoil to be practical, but handguns were manageable.

'Brother Su, Brother Zhu.'

Lü Leiyan, the guard stationed downstairs at Qingfeng Xiaozhu, greeted Zhang Su and Zhao Dezhu as they approached.

'Arrange the night shifts properly. Put in some extra effort.'

Zhang Su patted Lü Leiyan on the shoulder.

'Not tiring at all—actually, normal days feel too dull. Tonight's fun! And... Brother Su, the name "Yanluo Army" is awesome—so manly, so powerful!'

Lü Leiyan, lacking in masculine energy, loved all things manly—whether to compensate for his own deficiency or from another gender's perspective, he favored them.

'Exactly, Big Brother! I haven't even had time to say it yet—"Yanluo Army" is absolutely perfect! When did you come up with it? You didn't even tell anyone ahead of time—your secrecy game is too strong!'

Zhao Dezhu elbowed Zhang Su, grinning mischievously.

Many had long considered naming their faction, but since Zhang Su never mentioned it, they'd only occasionally discussed it.

Zhang Su internally rolled his eyes—your secrecy game? That's all your father-in-law's doing!

'Forget secrecy—just tell me, is the effect explosive or not?'

'It's absolutely explosive, haha! You're the Yanluo King, we're the Yanluo Army—anyone who hears the name will be terrified! I bet those guys blacked out the moment they heard it!'

Zhang Su recalled the scene when Yu Wen spoke—he didn't know how others felt, but he himself found it anything but serious; it was kind of funny.

Lü Leiyan suddenly had an idea: 'Brother Su, what if we form the Ten Courts of Yanluo, like the Survivors' Alliance's Vanguard Team? Each Court of Yanluo leads a group of men—super impressive, haha!'

'Hey, Xiao Lü, you're not wrong—your brain's sharp! Ten Courts of Yanluo? Brilliant! I'm reserving a spot right now, Big Brother—you better save one for me...'

Zhao Dezhu enthusiastically supported Lü Leiyan's suggestion.

Zhang Su looked at the two clowns harmonizing before him, pinched his temples, and shook his head: 'Enough nonsense. We haven't even solved the real problem yet. Let's go upstairs and interrogate the prisoners. Save the rest for when we have time.'

Saying that, he dragged Zhao Dezhu upstairs—otherwise, he'd have sat there with Lü Leiyan and rehearsed the Ten Courts of Yanluo from start to finish.

'Big Brother, I'll start from that side. That Wu guy's stubborn—he's probably only manageable by you. Damn, I wish we'd just crippled him!'

Zhao Dezhu walked off toward the room holding the Tianqi Team.

Wu Baokang was held in Room 202. Zhang Su stood at the door and sensed slightly—he detected no one hiding near the door. He couldn't sense through walls or doors; even a wooden door severely blocked his perception, unless the person was pressed directly against it.

This wasn't due to his lack of skill—even Ju Wuying couldn't do it. It was simply a limitation of this perception ability.

But as long as he knew no one was hiding behind the door, Zhang Su took the key, opened it, checked the room was safe, and stepped inside. White mist swirling around him spread like tentacles, filling the entire room first.

Click. Zhang Su turned on the light. A burly man lay bound on the bed, ropes tied tightly around his wrists and ankles, a hemp rope gagging his mouth, saliva dripping down the rope—a classic Japanese bondage style, clearly Zhao Dezhu's handiwork.

Zhang Su's lips twitched involuntarily. This fish-killer must've watched a lot of academic films!

(End of Chapter)