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Anlius quickly closed the door, shook his head, and cautiously peeked outside. He met Ye Wumeng's gaze, which held a hint of confusion.
"You actually knocked on the door!"
Anlius felt a bit touched. In the past, Ye Wumeng would just kick the door open without caring what he was doing inside.
Everyone deserves a little privacy, right?
Seeing Anlius at home, Ye Wumeng pushed the door open and confidently took a seat at the table, placing a bottle of Erguotou down.
"Mr. Anlius, it's the Camp Leader Election right now. Why are you hiding out in this little Alchemist's Shop instead of participating in the voting?"
Ye Wumeng's expression was casual as he opened the Erguotou, releasing a strong aroma of alcohol from the bottle. He shook it slightly at Anlius, signaling him to grab a cup.
Gulp.
The alcohol content of this Erguotou was incredibly high for people living in this era, especially for the poor; it was like a dimensional strike.
Anlius hurriedly grabbed two small shot glasses from the shelf, placing one in front of Ye Wumeng and holding the other out to him.
"I usually don’t change my vote. Besides, it’s packed over there—stuffy and hot. It’s not worth it."
After pouring a generous amount for Anlius and a little for himself, Ye Wumeng subtly leaned closer to Anlius and whispered, "Let me tell you something. Just now, a friend told me that changing votes isn’t going smoothly. There was an explosion at the scene; it seems someone tried to assassinate three candidates."
Ye Wumeng held up a Blue Card, his eyes locked onto Anlius's expression.
"Oh! That’s news! Phew, good thing I didn’t go."
Anlius's face showed panic and confusion, causing Ye Wumeng to furrow his brow slightly.
"Is there really no flaw? Is it true or just an act?"
"Hey, let’s not talk about such gloomy things. Here, try this treasure I brought."
Ye Wumeng picked up his shot glass and gently clinked it against Anlius's glass filled with liquor, producing a clear sound.
Anlius had long been craving the Erguotou in his hand. He brought the glass to his nose and inhaled deeply with an expression of slight intoxication before taking a big gulp.
"Cough cough cough! Why is this alcohol so spicy?"
He patted his chest repeatedly as he noticed that his shot glass was already more than half empty, his face slightly flushed.
Ye Wumeng also took a small sip and then pulled out something peculiar—strange yellow beans from his pocket.
According to the system description, these were edible Corpse Beans that could temporarily dull consciousness when consumed, much like drinking fake alcohol.
However, Ye Wumeng didn’t have the guts to eat them himself; he was willing to give them to someone else instead.
"Mr. Anlius, drinking is boring. Come try our hometown specialty."
"What is this?"
Anlius looked at the strange beans on the table and picked one up to examine closely.
"It’s still soft?"
"Oh right! The Erguotou! You see what you have in your hand? You have to pair this drink with Erguotou! That’s how we do it back home."
Ye Wumeng spoke earnestly but had no idea if yellow beans existed in this world; there certainly wasn’t any Erguotou here.
After all, he didn’t even know what these things were.
"Then why don’t you eat one so I can see?"
Anlius held out the Corpse Bean towards Ye Wumeng with narrowed eyes.
"Hey, why don’t you trust me? Do you think I would harm you?"
Ye Wumeng looked at the beans in his hand, and without hesitation, he took one and put it in his mouth. In that instant, it was already recycled into the warehouse.
"Mr. Anlius, these beans taste quite good," he said, pretending to chew as a look of enjoyment spread across his face. "I told you, the Oscar Statuette has to be mine!"
Anlius was momentarily taken aback, then picked up another bean from the table and gently bit into it. How does it taste so similar to human flesh? And why have I never heard of such beans before?
But to be fair, the flavor was indeed remarkable. The taste of the Corpse Bean spread in Anlius's mouth, making his mind feel light and euphoric. He swayed his head slightly, as if savoring the sensation. It wasn't enough; he needed more!
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At Lanst Center, during the Camp Leader Election, an explosion erupted at the center of the high platform where three candidates had been standing. In the center of the blast lay a charred corpse—it was An Huanxin.
Not far from him, Xu Duan protected his ideals while Gao Si Lin lay sprawled on the side, looking disheveled.
"What are you Bonfire Group doing? How could you let an assassin slip in?" Some adults in the audience showed displeasure, and one man clad in an unknown animal hide with a greasy face pointed at Xu Duan's direction and scolded him. He was one of the largest factory owners in the district—Leili.
They had made their move.
Xu Duan put away his nonchalant demeanor and asked seriously, "Should be... and they acted quickly. The one you said we should keep an eye on is Ye Wumeng."
"That kid seems clever; he should be fine for now. We need to deal with more pressing matters first." He glanced at Leili, who was storming up from below, and sighed softly.
"Can't you hear me? We’ve put so many tickets on the line—are we feeding them to dogs? If that assassin causes any more trouble, Lanstad is finished!" Leili pointed at Xu Duan, spitting out his words angrily. Xu Duan remained calm.
"We will handle this matter properly and ensure everyone is satisfied."
"Hmph! Satisfied? I doubt it will be that easy! Xu Duan, explain why only little An was killed—could it be because he was more popular than you? Did you take such drastic measures?"
Leili's furious voice echoed among the prominent figures seated around them. His eyes were red as he pointed a finger at Xu Duan's nose with a look of feigned sorrow. Did An Huanxin's death truly cause him such pain?
Keep acting; just keep acting.
Xu Duan's face showed disdain. He knew exactly what kind of person Leili was—someone who would offer his own wife for a Blue Voucher could hardly be considered good-hearted.
It was all because of An Huanxin's death. Logically, Camp Leader should ideally take over now. Was this a way to put on a grand facade and avoid being the one to step up? What a clever scheme.
A faint smile tugged at the corners of Ideal's mouth as he leaned forward, an inexplicable aura of danger radiating from him. His eyes locked onto Leili's, and he spoke each word with deliberate precision.
"Director Lei, do you know what the consequences would be if you slander a member of the Bonfire Group, or even the Bonfire Corps Commander?"
Leili swallowed hard, his finger trembling as he pointed at Ideal. He instinctively took a half step back, a hint of panic flickering in his eyes. In terms of momentum, he had lost.
"We're leaving."
Ideal shrugged off his coat and began walking towards the Bonfire Corps Headquarters, hands in his pockets, moving at a leisurely pace. Xu Duan quickly followed suit, soon disappearing from Leili's sight.
With Ideal gone, Leili could only reluctantly descend from the platform. Instantly, several people surrounded him, their faces plastered with insincere smiles.
"Director Lei, are we really going to let Ideal use such underhanded means to become Camp Leader?" one of them asked.
The group fell into a brief silence; they all knew how difficult life would be if Ideal took charge.
"Ah, if only it were still An Huanxin," one sighed.
"Hmph, little An is dead, but isn't there still one left?" Leili glanced towards the platform where Gao Si Lin was adjusting his attire.
"But Director Lei, what if Ideal strikes again?" one of the younger members made a slashing gesture across his throat, worry etched on his face.
"If that happens, this Camp Leader position will be untenable. We can promote it well afterward; can you guess what will happen then?"
A sinister smile crept across Leili's face as he watched Ideal's disappearing figure, his facial muscles twitching slightly.
"Hmph, Ideal thinks he can be Camp Leader without us? What a dream!"
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