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Is this the Coordination Center? It looks quite impressive.
As Ye Wumeng gazed at the clean and tidy floor before him, he felt a sense of ease wash over him. After spending a few hours exploring Lanst Camp, he had gained some understanding of the place.
Aside from the affluent area, the rest of the territory felt somewhat crowded. However, the trading zone was bustling and lively. Ye Wumeng and his companions found themselves stuck in traffic for quite some time due to their three-wheeled gas pump vehicle, which sparked an idea in Ye Wumeng's mind.
Why couldn't I trade corpses in the trading zone?
This thought lingered in his mind as he observed the trading area. After all, there were people selling guns, ammunition, and even pet slaves—what was wrong with me exchanging something for a corpse? It wasn't like I wasn't willing to pay!
He just had no clear plan on how to execute it yet; perhaps he would think about it later when he had more time.
Upon entering the Coordination Center, Ye Wumeng discovered a whole new world inside! The interior was much larger than it appeared from outside, roughly the size of a football field from his past life!
The decor was minimalist, featuring only a small reception desk in one corner, about ten document processing windows, and a few scattered chairs—the rest was just open space.
The reason for such a large open area became clear: there were simply too many people applying for documents! The queue twisted and turned like a bowl of long noodles, with individuals pressed closely together, fearful of anyone cutting in line. The crowd's noise level surpassed that of a bustling market by dozens of times, making Ye Wumeng's eardrums throb painfully.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ye Wumeng found a random spot to sit down, closed his eyes, and began to contemplate the plans he had written down in his mind while waiting.
According to the time, it should only take about two minutes.
Suddenly, he sensed some movement beside him. Ye Wumeng lifted his eyelids slightly and noticed a short man—barely five feet tall—sitting next to him, seemingly eager to strike up a conversation.
His combat power was less than half of what Ye Wumeng possessed.
Ye Wumeng lowered his eyelids again and resumed his meditation, but then he heard a raspy voice beside him.
"Hey there, are you here for document processing? It's really genuine."
The speaker was undoubtedly the short man.
"Thank you, but I don't need it," Ye Wumeng replied without lifting his gaze from his thoughts.
"Come on now! I see you're dressed well; you must have escaped from another big city, right? Let me tell you something: if you want to rise above in Lanstad, you need proper identification! Once you have your documents, you won't have to squeeze in with those filthy refugees anymore; you'll be able to move into the Civilian Area!"
The short man's words were fervent, as if he had just witnessed an exciting moment in a soccer match. However, Ye Wumeng felt little enthusiasm in response.
He decided that finding a larger shop would be best; he could stay there in the future to avoid crowded places or getting entangled in trivial matters.
"Thanks, but I really don't need it," he reiterated calmly without any hint of emotion.
What kind of person doesn't have documents yet acts so high-and-mighty?
The short man felt slightly irritated; after all, he assumed that someone dressed well like Ye Wumeng wouldn't be lacking in funds. But now he realized that this individual was just being stingy!
"Hmph! Without my help, let's see how long it takes you to get your identification!"
With that thought in mind, the short man considered leaving rather than wasting more time on Ye Wumeng. Just then, someone entered through the door—a person dressed similarly to Hu Xu and Xu Duan appeared at the entrance.
He wore a serious expression, striding briskly toward the Coordination Center with an air of authority. Something significant was about to happen! It was the people from the Bonfire Group! What were they doing at the Coordination Center?
Please, don’t let this involve me!
Worry and fear were etched on the faces of the crowd. The soldiers from Lanst Camp had no positive image in their minds. Killing a refugee? They wouldn’t face any punishment for it. To them, a refugee was not equivalent to a human being!
Listening intently, Ye Wumeng opened his eyes and glanced at the dwarf next to him, who was trembling under the bench with his hands over his eyes. He then looked toward the Bonfire Group members.
With combat power above average, they were considered quite strong among ordinary people.
“Ye Youcai! Ye Youcai?” One of the Bonfire Group members shouted loudly, holding up a black object toward the crowd.
His voice echoed throughout the Coordination Center, and everyone exchanged glances, unsure of who this Ye Youcai was or what kind of grave offense he had committed to attract the attention of the Bonfire Group. If he were recognized, he would likely face dire consequences!
The dwarf under the bench was also curious; he peeked through a small gap and was startled by what he saw. Ye Wumeng stood up and walked toward the fierce-looking member of the Bonfire Group.
Is he crazy? Doesn’t he know it’s best not to draw that person’s attention? Truly, ignorance breeds courage!
The dwarf scoffed inwardly, anticipating an entertaining scene ahead.
Ye Wumeng approached the man and flashed a sunny smile. “Hello, I am Ye Youcai.”
The crowd murmured in surprise, thinking that Ye Wumeng had sealed his fate!
“You are Ye Youcai? Excellent! Here you go,” said the Bonfire Group member with a smile as he handed over a dark document. “Xu Vice Commander said if you need any other identification, feel free to let us know. After all, these are much easier to handle than identity cards; we can process them on-site.”
What?! The Bonfire Group member smiled! Who exactly is this Ye Youcai?
The crowd buzzed again, whispering among themselves in confusion. The dwarf beneath the bench even forgot to cover his eyes, staring in disbelief at what was unfolding.
The Bonfire Group member was personally handling his documentation? And it was for Third Level identification!
Am I going crazy or is this world insane?
“Haha, thank you, big brother! I just happen to need a few documents processed. I’ll be counting on you!” Ye Wumeng sweet-talked as he deftly pulled out a pack of Southern Industry cigarettes—trustworthy ones—and handed them to the Bonfire Group member.
The members of the Bonfire Group focused their attention.
This kid is quite resourceful!
Haha, don’t worry, I’ll handle this beautifully for you!
Before long, Ye Wumeng found himself with a stack of documents in hand, feeling a bit embarrassed. Originally, he only needed a shop permit, intending to sort out the rest later. However, his older brother was extremely enthusiastic and ended up processing every possible permit available.
There were licenses for things like Foot Bath, Personal Armed Permit, Potion License, and even a Supermodel Simulation Doll Production License.
Normally, taking so long to process permits would cause a ruckus among those waiting behind. But this time, everyone was surprisingly well-behaved.
Dare to make a fuss? They’d be crushed!
Everyone could only seethe in silence, cursing the name Ye Youcai in their hearts. Ye Wumeng didn’t mind at all. After all, they were cursing Ye Youcai, not him!
Haha, once your shop opens, I’ll definitely pay a visit. Well then, that’s it for today!
Sure thing, you’re always welcome. Goodbye!
After bidding farewell to the enthusiastic older brother from the Bonfire Group, Ye Wumeng finally felt relieved. There was no helping it; Cigarette had a powerful aftereffect.
“Sir, is everything taken care of?” Air Pump Uncle looked at the large stack of documents in Ye Wumeng's hands, feeling waves of surprise inside him.
To process so many permits in less than an hour is no small feat!
“Yeah, it’s all done. Now take me to Anlius.”
Getting into the tricycle, Ye Wumeng found a discreet spot to store the stack of documents in the warehouse and glanced at the countdown for Corpse Poison.
Corpse Poison outbreak time: ten hours.
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