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"You're afraid of dying, so why put on such a grand show? Do Kshatriya soldiers fear death?" The Bare-Chested Strong Man didn't care about the other person's dignity at all and spoke directly.
This made the Soldier's face turn quite ugly.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became tense. Time was running out, and if no decision was made soon, even the strongest resolve would likely be rendered ineffective as the Infected Entities began to disperse.
Just then, footsteps echoed from the Cave Entrance, which had been converted into a temporary meeting room. A Brawny Man and a Baldy entered with a few others.
The elderly man seized the opportunity to ease the tension and turned to ask, "Has the oil been delivered? Hmm? Who are these people?"
He was merely asking out of formality, but upon seeing Yang Xiaoyou and her group, he frowned. Liu Lianyue, who had been keeping a low profile, turned to look, her hat nearly falling off as she paused in surprise.
"What are you doing here? Why are your uncle and aunt here too?" The fiery young woman spoke up, drawing everyone's attention toward Yang Xiaoyou.
However, no one noticed that the Survivor who had been standing beside the elderly man, explaining the situation in Kanpur, changed his expression slightly. He leaned in urgently to whisper something to the old man, causing the usually composed Elegant Elder's face to stiffen for a moment before returning to normal.
Yang Xiaoyou was about to say something when she hesitated. She discreetly glanced at the Elegant Elder and the young man beside him. Her gaze lingered on the young man for a moment before she looked away, though her heart couldn't help but mutter, "What a hassle."
"Cough. So here's the thing. I'm here representing my company to investigate market conditions. My parents came along for filming and didn’t expect to encounter such an incident. By the way, it seems your Leader wants you to go somewhere; we can head out together," Yang Xiaoyou said after clearing her throat and fabricating a story.
"Leader? How do you know our Leader? And your company... um, you're not here to sell weapons, are you?" Liu Lianyue asked with confusion at first but then nodded thoughtfully, seemingly accepting Yang Xiaoyou's excuse for being there.
As an Arms Dealer, she had come to understand over time that there were indeed many Chinese Empire standard equipment among the Rebel Army. For outsiders, Hive Security Company was currently a unique agency that could conveniently sell high-cost-performance weapons from the Chinese Empire.
"Of course! Your Leader owes my Boss a favor—one that saved his life. That's how it is. In any case, I’m taking you with me," Yang Xiaoyou said confidently, waving the flag of Both Sides without any concern for her own work.
At that moment, Liu Lianyue couldn't help but recall the scene from when they first met at Pudong Airport. Coupled with the strange inflection in Yang Xiaoyou's tone and his already low guard, he found himself unknowingly believing a bit of what was being said.
When they first entered, Yang Xiaoyou had a vague idea of the group's intentions. Now, to notify the British Army for a large-scale bombing? Did they really think their planes were on standby at all times? It was one thing to make a fuss; it was quite unrealistic to expect a lethal strike on the Infected Entity in Kanpur.
However, upon seeing the elderly man in the Priest Robe and the young man beside him, Yang Xiaoyou hesitated before speaking.
"Although we are leaving, I must remind you that your approach is not very appropriate. The number of bombers on standby with the British Army is insufficient. Directly bombing Kanpur is impractical. However, you might consider destroying that newly built reservoir. Of course, this can only be done by you; the British Army would never agree to such an action. This is merely a suggestion."
After finishing, Yang Xiaoyou pulled Liu Lianyue along as they headed outside, exchanging a glance with the Elegant Elder.
Although there was a cold glint in the Elegant Elder's eyes, after a moment of hesitation, he sighed.
"Sir, that dam was designed specifically to withstand bomb attacks; even earthquake factors were considered. We cannot destroy it in a short time."
"I happen to have the blueprints for that dam in my vehicle's database. When the time comes, I can mark the location for you. Using conventional explosives for precision demolition shouldn't be too difficult," Yang Xiaoyou said, throwing out bait as he noticed that the other party seemed unwilling to pursue that topic further.
Originally, this wouldn't have been so troublesome. He had planned to hand over some easily obtained information to the armed forces here in exchange for Liu Lianyue's release, to avoid any complications.
However, upon arriving here and seeing Liu Lianyue, he recognized the young man beside the old man—the same one who had been present when Kanpur's forces shot down that young priest.
In this situation, things became complicated. In India, the Brahmins held significant power over religion. They had previously relied on the British to help them rule India, and now they served as spiritual leaders for the Indian Rebel Army. No matter how this land changed, they remained untouchable.
In such an unfavorable environment for him, Yang Xiaoyou could only rely on what he had prepared along the way to resolve his troubles; he hoped that the other party would weigh their options carefully.
Of course, if after presenting this information they still reneged on their agreement, Yang Xiaoyou wouldn't mind losing a magical artifact to directly eliminate their souls.
After all, at such an old age, having a sudden stroke or something similar wouldn't be unusual.
"Hey, wait a minute! I know what's going on, so stop pulling and tugging!" Liu Lianyue muttered, feeling a bit reluctant to go all out against Yang Xiaoyou, despite her own considerable strength. After struggling lightly for a moment, she continued to grumble.
"My family is getting married," Yang Xiaoyou casually remarked, while keeping an eye on the old man's reaction. This left Liu Lianyue momentarily at a loss for words.
The Mighty Hound armored vehicle was equipped with a highly advanced digital system. After tapping on it a couple of times, it printed out the map they had been studying on the road and handed it directly to the elderly man following behind.
"Some unexpected events are regrettable for everyone, but in the face of major issues, I hope you can see clearly, old man. Let’s part ways here."
With that, Yang Xiaoyou ushered everyone into the vehicle, including several of Liu Lianyue's followers. They were already aligned with Liu Lianyue's orders and naturally followed her as this special envoy departed.
The few sly individuals sensed the tense atmosphere. Since there was enough space in the armored vehicle, Yang Xiaoyou decided not to play the villain any longer and allowed them to tag along.
As they watched the armored vehicle roar away after starting up, the young man beside the old man couldn't help but whisper, "High Priest. Are we really going to let that murderer go free?! What about our young master?"
After a flicker of indecision crossed his face, the old man sighed deeply.
"If this had happened earlier, I could have found an excuse more easily. However, now that they have provided us with this information—regardless of its authenticity—and with their representative from the Chinese Empire present, I cannot act recklessly in front of so many people. In this environment where the Kshatriya hold military power and are always watching closely, they won't hesitate to seize any excuse to strike. Our immediate priority is to try their proposed method; we can only treat this dead horse as if it were alive."
He had more to say. If it were just these few individuals from before, he could have used the pretext of wanting to see how their suggestions worked out and kept them around. If it failed, he could easily shift all responsibility onto them.
But now that their friendship with the Chinese Empire was intertwined in this matter, many straightforward methods had become untenable.
Regardless of what intentions or plans any radicals from the Chinese Empire might have had, they had indeed provided significant assistance to their side. The severe shortage of grassroots commanders was instantly addressed. Although there were suspicions that they might use their personnel for training purposes, it ultimately created a win-win situation that should not be jeopardized.
Just a grandson—although it's a pity—but in times like these, if he dies, then so be it; it's just bad luck. At this moment, the old man's heart began to settle from its earlier sadness, and he once again exuded an air of cold authority.
About thirty kilometers northwest of Kanpur stood a massive reservoir built atop mountains with terrifying drops, looming ominously over the land.
A sense of grandeur and danger loomed large, emanating from the dam that the British Empire had constructed at great expense to address its power supply gap. It was publicly claimed to be capable of withstanding a ten-tonne equivalent bomb without sustaining damage.
Nearby, a British Army air defense battalion stationed in Kanpur had always been present, but at this moment, the entire camp was drenched in blood, filled with a nauseating stench.
On top of the dam stood a delicate figure clad in red, eerily beautiful, gazing down at the vast plains ahead.
"Master, the camp has been cleared as ordered, and the Guardian Horse has been left behind. However..."
With a sudden sound, a towering figure appeared behind the eerie beauty, kneeling on one knee with a look of reverence. Yet, as he continued speaking, a hint of confusion crept into his voice, though he seemed hesitant to voice it.
"It’s strange why we would still disperse our forces to guard this place at such a time. Hmm, your mistress may claim she doesn’t want to be bothered and that it’s not her concern, but her body is quite honest. At times like this, she would definitely provide a feasible plan. With his Calculation Simulation Ability, finding the optimal hidden demolition point for this dam shouldn’t be difficult. This task is entrusted to you."
A fleeting smile crossed her lips—an eerie smile that dimmed the very ground beneath her—before the beautiful figure in red lightly tapped her toes and leaped down from the dam.
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