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Sheng Qingru briefly checked the young lady’s temperature and it was clearly a high fever. She stood up and asked the woman taking care of her, “How long has she been unconscious?” The woman, with a simple and honest demeanor, replied, “Almost half a day. It started late last night when it was already dark. The girl fell ill, got dizzy in the car, and even vomited.” Sheng Qingru calculated the time, frowned, and shook her head at Wang Chen. Before she could speak, the young man beside her grew anxious, “Hurry up and give her medicine and injections—the best ones! Why are you shaking your head like that?” Sheng Qingru was somewhat attractive, and her temperament was no pushover, but since Wang Chen was present, she held back her temper, ignoring the young man and continuing to speak to Wang Chen, “Using vancomycin now, the chances aren’t good, you see?” The implication was clear: vancomycin supplies were limited, and since the young lady had been ill for so long, instead of wasting a dose on someone unlikely to survive, it would be better saved for those who could benefit more. Before Wang Chen could agree, the young man from room 213 grew agitated and reached into his pocket. As an ordinary person, he was no match for Wang Chen, who was trained and quicker to draw his gun. By the time the young man’s hand was halfway in his pocket, two cold gun barrels pressed against his head. Not only the woman caring for the unconscious girl but also the bystanders nearby sensed the shift in atmosphere; the scene instantly fell silent. Fang Qiang and Cui Yongzhi, who had been exchanging words, quickly stepped forward. Cui Yongzhi spoke first, urgently, “Special Agent, please don’t be angry. If my colleague said anything wrong, please forgive him.” Seeing Wang Chen ignoring him, Cui Yongzhi turned to Fang Qiang, “Captain Fang, my colleague’s father is a provincial committee official and still alive. He came with us just to find a place to stay. Once transportation is arranged by the province, he will definitely go to the provincial resettlement point. Can you please show some leniency? We beg you.” This plea was both soft and firm, offering a graceful exit. “Cui, don’t plead with them. Their eyes are sharp! Let them shoot! I want to see what will happen if I die here,” the young man retorted, stoking the fire and risking provoking Wang Chen’s team for no reason. Fang Qiang weighed the pros and cons, stepped forward, and pressed down on Wang Chen’s gun, smiling as he said, “It’s late, don’t be so angry. Let’s all finish our business and get some rest.” Wang Chen sighed, noticing the young man still fuming and the fearful expressions of the nearby civilians. He saw Ren Wanrong and Shen Dongyun maintaining order, and Zhou Anwen leaning on the windowsill, seemingly dazed or just watching the commotion. He thought the girl was lucky to have someone stirring trouble on her behalf. If they refused to treat her, it would only create resentment among the new civilians, making it harder to maintain group stability. Fine, let it be a waste. After deciding, Wang Chen confirmed with Sheng Qingru, “Get the vancomycin and use it on her.” “Your call,” Sheng Qingru said with a flirtatious glance at her lover before turning to fetch the medicine.

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“Hmph, don’t act all high and mighty,” the young man from 213 muttered bitterly, watching their display of affection. Fang Qiang patted him on the shoulder with an apologetic look, then struck him hard in the stomach with a precise punch. The young man couldn’t respond, gasping and falling to his knees, where Fang Qiang followed up with a kick, sending him sprawling. “Listen carefully, my name is Fang Qiang, captain of the Central Security Bureau Special Operations Team 08! If you dare upset any of our special agents again, I have countless ways to make you beg me to kill you!” Having asserted his authority, Fang Qiang shook hands with a dazed Cui Yongzhi before turning to walk alongside Wang Chen toward the power station. “One red face, one white face?” “Possibly, but that 213 guy is more likely being used,” Wang Chen said. “What now?” “Keep someone up to watch and wait and see.” Nobody was foolish. The 213 young man’s behavior wasn’t overtly deliberate, but Cui Yongzhi’s reaction was noticeably delayed. It seemed they had calculated that the special ops team wouldn’t openly kill civilians. Using the 213 guy’s actions, they were probing the team’s limits—whether to gain power or resources, likely skirting the line for their own benefit. “Judging by this, their identities might not be genuine either,” Wang Chen thought. Without identification, just claiming to be the county party deputy secretary didn’t guarantee the truth. “Hard to tell for sure; we haven’t dined with them yet. But Cui Yongzhi’s demeanor does seem official,” Fang Qiang sighed. “Plans rarely survive contact with reality. Since our base was discovered, pressure will only increase.” “Don’t worry. You’re the honorary captain—you know how to handle people well, and the organization trusts you.” Wang Chen joked, accepting that what was meant to come would come. Fang Qiang smiled bitterly. “Yeah, my fate’s rough. And I still have to cook for you all.” “I’m willing to eat food made by ordinary people.” “Exactly, good people have it rough—especially good people like me!” Page 3/3 “Enough, good guy, you just beat someone up and now you’re a good guy?” “Can’t blame me, he asked for it...” After the turmoil, everything settled, and both new and old civilians drifted into sleep. In the darkness before dawn, a figure quietly rose from the floor bedding and tiptoed toward the kitchen. The big black dog half-raised its head, glanced over; the figure signaled for silence, so the dog didn’t bark and lay back down. The figure entered the kitchen, feeling around to pull a cleaver from the knife rack. After a moment’s thought, the cleaver was put back, replaced with a sharper knife, then the figure wiped their body and left the kitchen, heading toward where Wang Chen was sleeping. You’re all bastards! You watched my grandfather die just to save medicine! Don’t think I can’t tell—the medicine you gave that woman to inject is nothing like what was given to my grandfather! Don’t think taking me in means nothing ever happened! Don’t think taking me in means you can take over the power station! I have nothing left now, and neither will you! You hypocrites and scoundrels, go to hell! First, I’ll kill the woman who injected my grandfather with fake medicine! Then her accomplice! I’ll kill you all! Even those stupid, laughing brats! I’ll use your heads to honor my grandfather! There was one thing Fang Qiang got wrong. In this world, good people don’t just have tough lives—they don’t live long.