My Monster Fuses Everything

Baisheng Trade Center, a large number of cars and barricades had blocked the streets, teams of Contractors armed with weapons summoned their Spirit Envoys, patrolling and standing guard.

Each team was responsible for a small area; although there were times when they overlapped, there wasn't much communication—obviously, they were not from the same group.

Moving inward from this security perimeter, aside from the patrolling Contractors, more teams of Contractors began to appear between the buildings.

One or two buildings constituted a temporary stronghold; grouped in twos and threes, some people had cigarettes dangling from their mouths, crumpled cigarettes that came from who knows where, and others were preparing food—though not making much noise, just distributing dry rations like handouts.

A few men carrying bags were distributing them while grumbling, "Fill your bellies; don't fight on an empty stomach."

"Whether we'll get a chance to fight depends on how Boss Yang negotiates."

A man took the dry rations, muttered a reply with his voice low, and glanced toward the Baisheng Trade Center Building where the chiefs of several camps were inside discussing matters.

In the Trade Center Building at that moment, the leaders of six camps were gathered; both the commanders and their deputies were present, sitting in a circle with chairs, their weapons placed close at hand, their expressions solemn—clearly, each had their own thoughts.

"I say, it's almost evening, that Zhu Junhua is truly stubborn, really planning to wait until tomorrow morning?"

Someone couldn't keep his impatience in check; with a lift of his sharp, triangular eyes, he swept a glance over those present, finally fixing on the man seated in the center.

The man wore gold-framed glasses, had narrow eyes, withered cheeks, dressed in a brown jacket, reclining on a sofa, fiddling with a handgun in his hand. Explore more adventures at empiren/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Before Yang Keqing could speak, someone beside him said, "Wait for what, he clearly has no intention of opening the doors. They have such a high wall, they're not afraid of us, who knows how they did it."

"How they did it, we'll know once we break through."

Yang Keqing revealed a crafty look; he said in a sinister tone, "That place is rich in Spiritual Energy, and there are unknown fissures, who knows what kinds of special Spirit Envoys they might have, what abilities they might possess?"

At these words, the atmosphere tensed, and the breathing of those present subtly changed.

They were all Second-Rank Contractors, of course aware of the benefits of becoming stronger, naturally with an increased thirst for power and Evolution.

This was also the reason Yang Keqing could constantly stir them up to come along—they all wanted to gain greater power.

A broad-shouldered man with a barrel-chested voice said, "If you ask me, we should just encircle Wei to rescue Zhao. Don't they have a stadium? First, surround that place, draw their forces over, and then... "

"Xu Shan, if you're uneducated, don't make stupid suggestions. Mixing up 'lure the tiger from its den' with 'encircle Wei to rescue Zhao'..."

"Xie Jie, fuck your mother, say that one more time."

Xu Shan, humiliated and angry, grabbed the machete beside him with a clank, standing up straight. His towering figure, almost two meters tall, loomed over the plump-faced man across from him.

Xie Jie just smiled, not in the least bit worried that Xu Shan would start a fight here. Their camps were closest in the past, and their conflicts and frictions were the greatest; naturally, they didn't get along now.

But they failed to see what time it was; so many people united for the sole purpose of taking down Zhu Junhua's camp and grabbing the benefits.

Aside from the rich Spiritual Energy, just the towering wall and the vast camp area alone were enough to form the foundation of a major power.

Who among those present wouldn't harbor a crooked idea?

With such a great interest laid out before them, would you, Xu Shan, dare to overturn the table?

Xie Jie mocked Xu Shan with a look, then said, "The stadium indeed has Bai Yaolong defending it, but their subway tunnels are connected, just a piece of farmland; after using up our men, they could completely abandon it. What's the use of surrounding that place? The pharmaceutical factory is what they can't afford to lose, a place with no way out; if you surround, focus on that area."

Xu Shan's face turned the color of iron, and he sat down without a word, finally asking, "So what do you suggest we do?"

Xie Jie smiled and said, "Doesn't Boss Yang have preparations in place?"

When Yang Keqing saw the conversation shift to him, he clicked the handgun and then set it aside, saying, "We'll take action tonight, but we'll need two desperate fighters from each camp."

Although he spoke calmly, eyes flickered around the room, exchanging glances.

"Boss Yang, what do you mean by that?"

"I have a tanker truck; we each contribute 500 pounds of gasoline, use two drivers, charge at the gate and we'll be able to break through that wall. In addition, in the Dayuanli Community, No. 34 Middle School, and near Shiling Tunnel, there are monster hordes, gather them up and it's no fewer than twenty thousand monsters—they could completely surround the place."

"Yang Keqing, you're playing with fire. Bringing in so many monsters, when we only have a little over a thousand people..."

"With that Spiritual Energy concentration and the noise of explosions to draw their attention, how could the monsters notice us?"

Yang Keqing's cold eyes gleamed with an icy smile, "How can you expect to lay hands on precious things without taking some risks? With that wall, even if we managed to break a hole, it would still cost lives to break through."

At his words, no one else spoke; they all knew that Yang Keqing was not lying about this.

A ten-meter-high wall, if not for the fact that their Second-Rank Apostles were not too small in stature, with the possibility to cross over, they might not dare to attack now.

"I'll pick out two men to come over and follow your orders, I guarantee... they'll obey."

He too revealed a smile, yet who knew what was behind that elongated guarantee of obedience.