243: There's been a riot in the city!

Qi Ruofeng and Yang Fangming exchanged a glance, and immediately, Qi Ruofeng aimed his electromagnetic gun at the door.

Yang Fangming lunged toward the door and slammed the equipment room door open with a loud "clang"—

Outside the door were two supervisors, stunned by the loud noise just now, along with a few cigarette butts dropped on the ground.

The two fellows were staring at each other when the door to the equipment room they had just been looking at was pulled open with a "bang." A person stood inside, holding a straight, long, black object, with a small hole at the end pointed right at them.

They first looked at the rubber batons in their hands, then looked at the guy inside the door holding the gun.

(I'm supposed to fight this thing? Seriously?)

"Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang!"

Almost immediately, a burst of short-range fire erupted.

Two shots to the chest, one to the head; the two supervisors standing at the door were immediately sent to meet God.

At this moment, the sounds of chaos also came from inside the factory—

They already had members armed and sneaking into every corner of the assembly line; by now, they should have dealt with the dozen or so supervisors on the line—

"Hum—hum—hum—"

A dull alarm began to blare, and in the distance, explosions rang out one after another.

It seemed the workers in the other facilities had also begun their operations.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

"Everyone, go inside to collect your weapons and equipment! We have at most five minutes!"

"Set up the defensive lines before the enemy arrives!"

Qi Ruofeng rushed out of the equipment room and saw, at the end of the wide corridor, a large group of workers being led by several of his colleagues, running quickly toward him.

"How is it?!"

He grabbed someone while guarding the entrances and asked in a low voice.

The man was stunned, then quickly replied:

"Don't worry, all nineteen supervisors have been taken out. Only one of them had a gun, and we only have two people with minor injuries."

"We've been mobilizing since over ten days ago, and everyone willing to join us is here now."

"Right now… there are over eight hundred people here, a few dozen more than expected."

Qi Ruofeng continued to ask:

"What about those who didn't want to participate?"

"The others?"

"There are still a few dozen who didn't want to come. Some have developed a sense of happiness and belonging as slaves, and some are just plain afraid of dying and didn't dare to join."

"We couldn't let them run around, so we locked them inside the factory building. If we succeed, we'll let them out later."

"Good—now, immediately, follow the plan we notified everyone about earlier. Form up and head to Transport Line 13!"

"Yes!"

...

Meanwhile, in a Sanatorium on this planet,

a thin man was glaring gloomily at the group of Frigates before him, slamming a dagger in his hand onto the floor—

"Clang!"

"What is going on?!"

At his feet lay a blood-covered figure—

It was a girl who looked like she had just reached adulthood. Several gruesome bullet holes pierced her limbs, but a few tourniquets combined with hemostatic gel were barely keeping her alive.

The gloomy man was none other than Kraken, the seventeenth son of the current chairman of the Saint Blade Group.

"Why! How could you let such a damn assassin! Sneak up to my side! The Corporation spends a fortune every year to keep you, what on earth is it for!"

"Answer me!"

A dozen fully armed men, wearing Exoskeletons and carrying electromagnetic guns, didn't dare to utter a sound in the face of this verbal abuse.

After all, the guy in front of them was their master's son.

These Frigates were, in the end, nothing more than high-level assets of The Corporation—

Moreover, before their master sent them here, he had already explained his son's terrible personality and unilaterally increased their actual benefits within The Corporation.

Being able to take care of this young master was simply because he had been secretly sent here to the Sanatorium, or rather, to reflect on himself.

"Forget it, forget it—I'm not going to quibble with you guys so much,"

"Take this bitch away, clean her up, and interrogate her properly,"

"You must find out for me, who exactly ordered this bitch!"

"Also, bring me a communicator; I have something to discuss with my father,"

"Hurry up!"

"Yes!"

The leader of the Frigates immediately acknowledged.

He called someone over, grabbed the person on the ground by the bullet wound on her arm, and lifted her up as if she were a small chicken.

The girl being held let out a muffled groan, as if she had been jolted awake by the pain.

But the moment she saw the guy in front of her, she spat a mouthful of blood-mixed phlegm at him.

Kraken tilted his body slightly and dodged it.

Then, he kicked the person in front of him directly in the stomach.

Instantly, the girl held in mid-air instinctively wanted to curl up her body,

but the moment she moved, it pulled at the wound where she was being held.

"Little bitch, you'd better confess, who the hell sent you?"

Kraken walked right up to her, slapped her hard, and said viciously,

"Otherwise—have you ever experienced the feeling of being better off dead?"

"I'll let you experience it today!"

Suddenly, a Frigate patted Kraken on the shoulder from behind and whispered:

"Young master, the old master's communication is connected."

"Connected?" Upon hearing this news, Kraken's expression changed almost immediately,

"Quick, quick, quick, give it to me—"

As soon as he took the phone, an old voice came from the receiver,

"Kraken? Is that you?"

"Dad—yes, it's me, it's me!"

"It's just—uh, you sent me to Sea Witch Constellation V22.78 recently, right?"

"I feel like I'm better—I've really quit, don't worry!"

The other side of the receiver was silent for a moment, then seemed to speak with a hint of heartache,

"You should also relax. As for this stuff, it's fine if you use it occasionally,"

"I've asked medical experts; anyway, when the time comes, we'll just replace them with bionic organs—"

"Also, I've already changed the laws of the Saint Blade Group for you; smoking that stuff isn't illegal anymore."

Kraken asked in an excited tone:

"Really? Dad! Thank you so much!"

"By the way... and also... about the time I caught Prader disease (Note: A type of X-disease transmitted from aliens to humans)..."

The person on the other end cut him off directly,

"There's no help for that, sigh—"

"Who told you to mess around back then? But it's okay, you won't die from this disease,"

"I've also changed the laws, no one will be able to check up on you."

"Then, Dad, can you take me back? Recently, someone found out I was here and wants to assassinate me?"

This time, the tone on the other end of the receiver became a bit more serious,

"This isn't another excuse to come home, is it?"

"No—impossible! We even captured the assassin alive! We're already interrogating her!"

The receiver went silent again, seemingly in thought. After a long while, he replied:

"Fine, you just stay there honestly for now,"

"I'll dispatch a fleet to pick you up—after you come back, I'll switch you to a different Sanatorium."

"Alright, alright, thank you Dad!"

"Beep, beep—"

The communication cut off, and Kraken finally let out a sigh of relief, then continued to think about the question he hadn't finished pondering:

Who exactly wanted to kill him?

The sons of those shareholders? Or his own brothers and sisters?

Before he could figure it out, suddenly, a Frigate rushed in—

"It's bad! Young master!"

"There's a riot in the city!!!"