Apocalypse Forecast

Chapter 962 - 760: Smooth Sailing All the Way

In the prolonged silence, Huai Shi wearily closed his eyes, "I just don’t know how to answer her."

Even among the same Extreme Path members, even among the same scum, could there really be any difference?

Unable to survive under the sunlight, and unable to survive in places the sunlight can’t reach.

From beginning to end, the powerless and weak can only endure suffering, with everyone taking from them.

For them, their so-called compatriots and gangs outside the Tanbo Inner Circle, what difference does it make compared to their ruling Alliance and the Huai Zhisu before them?

In the silence, Ueno looked at Huai Shi in astonishment, unable to help scratching his head.

"Isn’t that a bit harsh?"

He thought for a long time, speaking earnestly, "Actually, there is a difference. I really think there’s a difference. It’s just that... we... damn it..."

Those chaotic thoughts were completely beyond his comprehension, and in his haste, he started babbling, finally giving himself a headache. So he stopped thinking.

He simply said decisively, "At the very least, the Boss is different from the others!"

Huai Shi was amused, "It’s just a bit less protection money, anyone could do that, right?"

"No, it’s different."

Ueno hesitated for a long time, then spoke again, "Before, Boss, what you said about Extreme Path and the mice falling into the Sea, I really didn’t get it... Honestly, I can’t make sense of it."

He thought for a moment and said seriously, "But, even if it’s a ship made of mice, aside from fighting with other ships, it can also let more people survive, right?"

If it’s Boss Huaizhi, he must be able to do it!

Ueno held a near-blind trust in this belief.

Even more than Huai Shi believed in everything he did.

Growing up in the Tanbo Inner Circle, even the most single-minded Hybrid could feel their own insignificance and humility, those ugly ways of living, and this innate original sin.

Betrayal, slaughter, struggle, plunder, and deceit.

He had long grown accustomed to it.

Until one day, someone descended from the sky to prove to him that everything could be different, even a Hybrid could hold their head high and live with dignity in this world.

It was like an unattainable dream.

A flame lit up from the darkness.

"It’s not just me, everyone in the Huaizhi Gang believes this." Ueno asserted with determination, "If anyone says they don’t believe what the Boss says, then they must be lying!"

After a long silence, Huai Shi raised his head, looking at the subordinate beside him, and marveled with surprise, "Ueno, you guy, you’re surprisingly eloquent..."

"Eh! Really?" Ueno widened his eyes in disbelief.

"Yes," Huai Shi held back a laugh and nodded seriously, "You might really have a knack for being a teacher... I think you’d at least make a great gym teacher!"

"Really?"

Huai Shi didn’t answer, just raised a hand and gave him a strong pat on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Ueno."

He said, "Thank you for believing in me so much."

Then, Ueno broke into a wide grin, excited and happy, like a proud shark.

Meanwhile, in the distance, lights swept through the night, the observers ahead sent the expected signal.

Immediately, the high-pitched blaring of horns erupted, one after another, spreading out in the darkness, just like the whistle of an advancing steel leviathan. One by one, headlights flickered on, converging into a sea of lights, illuminating everything.

"Let’s go, Ueno."

Huai Shi gazed at the flying birds soaring across the sky.

He said, "We’re setting sail!"

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Fifteen minutes earlier, in the deathly silent parking lot, there came a resolute declaration.

"The priest at Shimogamo Shrine said I’d leave a trail of bones in my path to success, but I don’t believe it. I think in this world of gangs, life or death is up to oneself to decide!"

The president of the Iron King Party, Ozaki Mitsuharu, strolling leisurely amongst the formations ahead, declared proudly, adorned with an ornate Long Knife.

Although these words had an ominous ring to them, the Extreme Path members, who licked blood off the blades, didn’t care about that. They were already blinded by the encouragement and rewards from Shangfeng, eager and itching for action.

Before him was a force of elites specially drawn from the Iron King Party for this raid—totaling one hundred and forty-one people, more than ten of them Sublimators, with the rest being vicious Extreme Path who can fight ten men each.

Not to mention, the precious relic bestowed from Deer’s Sing Hall.

As he clapped, the subordinate behind him respectfully stepped forward, presenting the heavy flagpole with both hands.

Atop the ancient flagpole was an ancient rolled military flag, weathered over countless years, yellowed and covered with dried bloodstains.

As the flag unfurled, the Evil Ghost hidden in the flag almost leaped out of the darkness, spreading its ominous aura, quickly turning into a blood-red light falling on everyone’s head.

Under the projection of Source Substance, each person’s face became hideous and frenzied, like an army of Evil Ghosts in Huangquan, the ghost soldiers descended.

"This is the ’Zhong Kui Horse Seal’ passed down by War God Lord Honda under Lord Tokugawa’s command!" Ozaki Mitsuharu laughed excitedly, "With this military flag, those bastards are nothing but dirt chickens, easy to defeat!"

"Tsushima-kun, I bestow this upon you, wishing you martial success! And hope you, like Lord Honda assisting Lord Tokugawa, help me unify the world!"