38: Chapter 38 A Hundred Billion Times Critical Hit!

"...As you command."

Lei Lie squeezed these two words through his teeth, his expression unsightly to the extreme.

If I were to accept Zhou Yun's appointment and become the Minister of the Military Department...

This thought couldn't help but sprout in his heart.

But this thought was extinguished the moment it appeared.

The Minister of the Military Department held a high and powerful position; only someone with exceptional military talent could assume it.

A mere City Guard captain like him, what qualifications did he have...

Meanwhile, the members of the Chamber of Commerce behind Minister Wang Fugui were overjoyed.

Several young clerks exchanged glances, their mouths practically stretching to their ears.

Uncle Liu also couldn't help but rub his chin, a trace of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

Thinking back to when their Chamber of Commerce used to pay the salaries for the City Guard, what was the attitude of these soldiers?

They were quick enough when taking the money, but in their daily interactions, they would look down their noses at them.

Especially this Lei Lie; his temper was foul and stubborn, and he never took them seriously.

The Chamber of Commerce asked him to handle something?

"Sorry, that's not my jurisdiction."

The Chamber of Commerce asked for his help?

"Sorry, I am with the City Guard, not your private soldiers."

And now?

The salaries were no longer paid by them, yet this stubborn mule had become obedient.

A young clerk leaned into Uncle Liu's ear and whispered, "Uncle Liu, this official status is truly useful!"

Uncle Liu glanced at him, his lips curling slightly: "Obviously."

Under the coordination and arrangement of everyone, the refugees began to enter the city in an orderly fashion.

The City Guard was responsible for maintaining order, while the members of the Chamber of Commerce were responsible for registration.

Minister Wang Fugui stood at the city gate, directing while personally verifying the headcount.

"Don't push, don't push! Come one by one!"

"Those who have finished registering, move inside."

"The elderly and children, come this way."

"Ouch! Carry the wounded carefully! What if you drop them by accident?"

Soon after, the corpses of the Demonic Beasts were also successively transported into the city.

The remains of over a dozen giant wolves were piled together, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

However, the look in the refugees' eyes when they gazed at these corpses was not fear.

It was... longing.

A gaunt, middle-aged man stared at those Demonic Beasts, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.

His wife beside him clutched his sleeve tightly, her voice trembling: "Dear... those are Demonic Beasts, right?"

"Mm."

The man nodded, licking his cracked lips.

Demonic Beast meat.

They had never eaten it in their lives.

No, it should be said that they didn't even dare to imagine it.

But now, those Demonic Beast corpses were piled right before their eyes, emitting an intangible aura.

The aura was indescribable, yet it seemed to have a magical quality, making people feel an itch in their hearts.

Even though they hadn't been cooked at all, just smelling that scent made the saliva in their mouths secrete frantically.

Several children stared straight at those corpses without even blinking.

"Mom, I'm hungry..."

"Be good, endure a little longer, there will be food once we enter the city."

The young mother hugged her child, but her own gaze couldn't help but drift toward those Demonic Beasts.

At this moment, Zhou Yun had already walked down from the city tower.

He walked through the crowd with a composed pace.

The refugees successively cleared a path, looking at this young City Lord with awe.

Strategist Zhu Ge sat in a wheelchair, being pushed forward to meet him.

"I am Strategist Zhu Ge, greetings to Zhou Yun."

He cupped his hands and bowed deeply.

Zhou Yun sized him up.

A young man in white, with a handsome face and a scholarly temperament.

It was just that his legs were immobile, and he could only rely on a wheelchair for transport.

But those eyes were extremely bright, revealing a sense of composure and wisdom.

"Are you the leader of this group of refugees?" Zhou Yun asked.

"Indeed." Strategist Zhu Ge nodded, then hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Zhou Yun, I have a request, and I dare to ask for your permission."

"Speak."

Strategist Zhu Ge took a deep breath, his gaze landing on that pile of Demonic Beast corpses not far away.

"I dare to ask if Zhou Yun could distribute a few Demonic Beasts to us."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

The members of the Chamber of Commerce and the City Guard soldiers all looked at Strategist Zhu Ge with strange expressions.

This person... had quite the nerve.

Demonic Beast corpses were valuable things.

Fur, bones, organs—which of them wasn't a treasure?

Not to mention these were Zhou Yun's spoils of war; you, a mere Refugee Leader, just ask for them?

Lei Lie frowned even further and snorted coldly: "You are quite shameless."

Strategist Zhu Ge ignored him and just looked quietly at Zhou Yun.

He knew in his heart that this request of his was indeed very presumptuous, even daring.

But as Demonic Beasts, the meat of the Demonic Beasts contained Spiritual Qi.

The refugees he led had fled all the way here, and many were seriously injured.

There were quite a few with broken hands and feet, and others whose injuries, though not fatal, were causing them to grow weaker due to a lack of medical care.

If they could eat the meat of the Demonic Beasts, that Spiritual Qi would be of great benefit to their recovery.

However, he also understood that Demonic Beast meat was extremely precious.

Although Flower City had taken them in, it was, after all, only a temporary shelter. Why would they distribute such precious things to them?

Therefore, when he asked this question, he was just holding onto a fluke mentality.

If he could get it, great; if not, it didn't matter.

At worst, he would think of other ways.

However, Zhou Yun's reaction was beyond his expectations: "Demonic Beasts?"

He glanced at the pile of corpses, then looked at Strategist Zhu Ge and smiled: "You want to take them to eat, right?"

Strategist Zhu Ge cupped his hands again and said solemnly: "Exactly."

Zhou Yun nodded slightly.

Since the Demonic Beasts were already dead, leaving the corpses there was a waste.

Rather than letting them pile up and rot, it was better to put them to good use.

"Minister Wang Fugui." He called out.

"I am here, my Lord!" Minister Wang Fugui hurried forward.

Zhou Yun pointed at the pile of Demonic Beast corpses: "Give them all to them."

"Yes..." Minister Wang Fugui responded subconsciously, then realized, "Wait, Zhou Yun, did you say... give them all?"

"Give them all." Zhou Yun repeated.

Minister Wang Fugui opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, swallowed his words.

Since Zhou Yun said to give them all, then give them all.

After all, even the Gold Rank Demonic Beast meat, as well as Platinum Grade fruits, he would distribute without hesitation, showing no pain at all.

Compared to those, these mere Black Iron Rank Demonic Beasts were truly insignificant.

However, Strategist Zhu Ge was stunned.

The refugees behind him were also all stunned.

"He agreed?"

"He actually agreed?"

The refugees couldn't believe their ears.

This was Demonic Beast meat!

Just like that, he gave it away?

When Mr. Zhu asked, Zhou Yun actually agreed??

Did I hear that right???

A tear even welled up in the murky eyes of an old man.

He had lived for most of his life, traveled through over a dozen cities, and met dozens of city lords.

But there had never been a city lord who could be as considerate to them, the refugees, as this young man before them.

"I have never seen such a city lord..."

The middle-aged man beside him nodded heavily, his voice choked with emotion: "This time, we chose the right place to seek refuge!"

"Mr. Zhu was right indeed!" A young man shouted excitedly, "As long as we persist, there is hope!"

"Yes, we persisted..."

"We have finally seen the dawn!"

A burst of suppressed sobbing sounded from the crowd.

Along this journey, they had suffered too much bitterness and endured too much hardship.

It was always Strategist Zhu Ge leading the team, relying on his superb leadership skills to help them walk all the way here.

But only they knew the suffering they had endured along this way.

Only they understood the heart-pounding nature of their battles with the Demonic Beasts!

They thought they would die on this wilderness, never seeing tomorrow's sun again.

But now, they had not only survived but also encountered a city lord willing to take them in and share precious Demonic Beast meat with them.

At this moment, all the suffering was worth it!

"Thump!"

Don't know who knelt down first, and immediately after, the refugees followed suit, kneeling to the ground.

A dark mass, the city gate was crowded with kneeling people.

"Thank you, Zhou Yun!"

"Thank you, Zhou Yun!"

"Thank you, Zhou Yun!"

The voices rose one after another, converging into a torrent, echoing inside and outside the city gate.

Minister Wang Fugui stood to the side, watching this scene, and couldn't help but shake his head in his heart: "Sigh, it's just a few Demonic Beasts, yet you are all so excited."

His lips curled slightly, his eyes carrying a trace of a veteran's superiority: "When you know what else is waiting for you in the city later, what kind of performance will you make then?"

The refugees rose one after another and, under the command of Strategist Zhu Ge, began to receive the Demonic Beast corpses.

And just at this moment, a familiar notification sound rang in Zhou Yun's mind.

[Ding! You successfully gifted Demonic Beast corpses * 100, triggering a 10,000,000,000 times critical hit reward, obtaining the qualitative change reward: black jade connection paste * 10!]

[black jade connection paste (Gold Rank): Rapidly treats external injuries and allows severed fingers to Rebirth.]

His pupils shrank slightly.

10 Billion times?!

The previous highest was only a 100 million times critical hit; he didn't expect it to have increased by a hundred times this time!

Bestowing Black Iron Rank Demonic Beast corpses directly returned a Gold Rank reward!!

On the other side, the refugees had already received the Demonic Beast corpses and began to distribute them.

Strategist Zhu Ge sat in a wheelchair, directing the crowd: "Separate the meat first, put the bones and fur aside. Remember, the severely injured come first!"

"Yes!" The refugees responded in unison.

Although everyone was starving, not a single person grabbed.

They consciously lined up in queues, sending the separated Demonic Beast meat piece by piece into the hands of those who were severely injured.

Those injured refugees, after obtaining the Demonic Beast meat, couldn't wait even a moment.

They directly held the bloody raw meat and bit into it.

"Hiss——"

"Ugh..."

Teeth tore at the meat, blood flowed down the corners of their mouths, mixed with dirt and sweat, looking extremely disheveled.

But their eyes shone with a satisfied light.

Zhou Yun saw this scene, his footsteps pausing slightly.

He never expected that these people would actually just bite into it directly.

There wasn't even the most basic cooking process.

Just... eating it raw?

Minister Wang Fugui stood to the side, watching in astonishment, "Just... just eat it like that?"

He swallowed his saliva, his voice trembling slightly, "Eating it raw?"

A young refugee with a face covered in bloodstains heard Minister Wang Fugui's words and smiled embarrassedly.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said honestly: "My Lord, you are laughing at us."

"It's good enough to have something to eat; how can we care about whether it's raw or cooked?"

"Besides, this is Demonic Beast meat!"

Another refugee continued, eyes shining brightly, "It smells delicious! It's more fragrant than anything I've ever eaten before!"

"Yes, yes, as soon as this meat enters the mouth, my whole body feels warm."

"My Lord, would you like to try some too?"

Saying this, the young refugee tore off a small piece of meat and enthusiastically handed it to Minister Wang Fugui.

Minister Wang Fugui's expression instantly became colorful, "No, no, no, forget it, forget it!"

What a joke?

This is raw meat!

Bloody raw meat!

Although Minister Wang Fugui was a cunning businessman before, he was at least accustomed to fine clothing and food.

This kind of eating raw meat and drinking blood, he couldn't do.

Moreover—

He subconsciously recalled that fragrant Red Flame Golden-Maned Pig meat!

The meat was tender, melted in the mouth, and one bite left the mouth filled with fragrance.

That was Gold Rank Demonic Beast meat!

Compared to that, what was this Black Iron Rank Demonic Beast meat?

Even if it was cooked and served to him, he might not even look at it, let alone eat it raw.

Soon, the Demonic Beast meat was eaten up.

Only some fur and bones that couldn't be chewed were left on the ground.

As the Demonic Beast meat went down, a warm aura circulated within the refugees' bodies.

That was the Spiritual Qi contained within the Demonic Beast meat.

Although it was only Black Iron Rank, for these ordinary people, this bit of Spiritual Qi was already precious enough.

Meanwhile, the priests were also casting Healing Spell, and pale golden light enveloped the wounded.

With both methods combined, the effect was immediate.

The wounds on the refugees' bodies healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The split skin and flesh grew back together, and the purple bruises gradually faded.

"It's healed! My wound is healed!"

"Me too! It doesn't hurt at all!"

"Is this the Professional? It's too amazing!"

Exclamations rose one after another, and the refugees checked their bodies, their faces full of joy.

However, not everyone was cheering.

In the corner of the crowd, some people sat silently, their eyes dim.

Their wounds had indeed healed.

But the severed hands and feet could not grow back.

The blinded eyes could not see the light again.

A middle-aged man who had lost his right arm lowered his head, touching his empty sleeve with his remaining left hand, his lips pressed tightly.

Beside him, a young man whose legs were severed at the knees sat on the ground, gazing blankly at the sky.

There was also an old man, eyes closed tightly, no light in his murky eye sockets—his eyes had been blinded by Demonic Beasts during the flight.

"Sigh..."

The man with the severed arm sighed deeply.

"We finally survived."

He smiled bitterly, "But what does it matter if we survived?"

"In this state, what can I do?"

"In the future, not only will I not be able to help, but I will also be a burden to others..."

The young man with disabled legs was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Yes, we met such a good City Lord, and we ushered in a new life..."

"But we have no way to be like normal people anymore."

The old man did not speak, only silently shook his head.