Chapter 1021: Moving Reinforcements?

At this moment, the factory grounds were already a chaotic mess.

Several figures gathered around a collapsed worker. Their haggard faces were filled with terror as they watched the young man on the ground continuously vomiting blood. For a moment, they were at a loss.

Though young, he was nearly bald, and his entire being exuded an aura of decay. He lay on the ground, and after several more retches of blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fell stiffly to the ground…

Black, foul-smelling blood spread out from beneath him. He stopped breathing within a few seconds.

Wu Duo and Fang Liangye, who had just reached the warehouse window, witnessed his death firsthand.

"This…" Fang Liangye stood frozen.

"Old Li… he's dead?" A worker nervously stepped forward and touched his nose, his face instantly turning pale.

"Last night he said he was tired and not feeling well, but he was forcibly dragged into the workshop for overtime in the middle of the night… We looked away for just a moment, and now he's like this…"

"It's not just Old Li, five people have already died in the next workshop tonight…"

"Those people from the Silver Government are absolutely insane!!!"

"Eighteen hours of work was already the limit. Now they don't even give us an hour's rest a day… If this continues, we'll all die here sooner or later!!"

Commotion gradually rose from the crowd. The next moment, a gunshot ripped through the air!

Bang—

The man who had been most agitated had a blood blossom explode from his forehead, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Gasps of shock rippled through the crowd. All the workers were startled and instinctively took several steps back, looking towards the distance… A group of Usurpers, weapons in hand, were staring impassively at them.

The Usurpers' ranks were not high; most were only Tier 1 or 2. However, their mere presence with weapons was enough to bring a terrifying sense of oppression to the ordinary workers.

"The Silver King has given an order: Adjust the working hours of all factories. All production targets must be met within the remaining two days… Whoever causes trouble will die now." The Usurper leader stated flatly.

Everyone fell silent.

A deeply oppressive gloom and despair settled over the hearts of all workers in the Boundless Domain. Ever since Chen Ling's failed attempt to overthrow the Boundless Domain, their last glimmer of hope had been extinguished. From that moment on, they knew clearly in their hearts that their future, and that of this domain, was over.

In this domain, they were merely tools of production, without freedom or human rights. All they could do was mechanically complete their work and survive precariously.

Looking at Old Li's corpse, they couldn't even muster anger or resentment. More than that, there was only despair and numbness.

"Get back to work and continue production!" the Usurper said in a deep voice.

Immediately after, the individuals behind him each pulled out lists and began to call out names at the entrance of each workshop, ensuring everyone was at their designated post.

"Han Zhaohua."

"Xiong Shangzhi."

"Hong Yuqiong."

"Lu Yu."

"Cao Jun…"

One by one, the workers whose names were called entered the workshop, heads bowed. When it was Cao Jun's turn, he silently clenched his fists, turned to glance at the warehouse where Wu Duo and the others were hidden, and entered without a word.

Seeing this scene, the members of the Rat Party inside the warehouse felt anger surge in their eyes!

"The Silver King is absolutely deranged!!" a Rat Party member ground out.

"He doesn't value human lives at all."

"…What should we do?"

A few scattered Rat Party members exchanged glances. After a long silence, they turned to look at Fang Liangye.

Du Lan's whereabouts were unknown, and the Rat Party had no one to make decisions. They had previously seen Fang Liangye's abilities and naturally trusted his judgment.

"The Usurpers outside are weak; we could easily kill them. Should we go for it?"

Fang Liangye opened his mouth, but not a single word came out.

He was no longer "Red Heart 6."

In his current state, without Chen Ling's memories and decisive nature to support him, he dared not give any orders, as every choice he made concerned the lives of everyone present.

"No… no!" Wu Duo suddenly spoke up. "If we fight them now, even if we kill them, more Usurpers will come…"

"So we do nothing?"

Wu Duo thought for a moment. "The key now is to minimize worker casualties… So, you all stay here, and I'll go find Mr. Fu."

"You're going alone?"

"Yes, too many people would make us too obvious."

After giving a few instructions to the others, Wu Duo quietly left the warehouse, her figure disappearing into the gloom.

Time flowed, and days turned into nights.

When the sun once again sank below the horizon, three disheveled figures finally stepped into the territory of the Tianshu Domain.

"How long has it been… and we're back again," Sun Bumian said, looking around, his face full of weariness. "I truly don't want to travel through this wretched Grey Realm again…"

"If it weren't for Plum Blossom, we'd probably have died hundreds of times by now," Jian Changsheng said, patting Jiang Xiaohua's shoulder. "Plum Blossom, we owe you a lot."

Jiang Xiaohua tilted his head, confused.

Jiang Xiaohua looked down at his largely exposed body. For a moment, he didn't know what to say… He hadn't really done anything; at most, he had just walked around the Grey Realm naked.

"They're executing Chen Ling tomorrow…" Jian Changsheng couldn't help but ask, "If we go for reinforcements now, will it be in time?"

"While the truth might be harsh, with our current strength, this is all we can do," Sun Bumian said with a shrug. "Provoking the Usurpers head-on would be absolute suicide. Fortunately, security in the Tianshu Domain has been lax for the past two days, allowing us to take the domain train… If we can't find reinforcements in Tianshu Domain, we'll have to go to other domains."

"There's still no news from Senior Bai Ye's side either," Jian Changsheng added, "and we don't know what his situation is…"

"By now, he should have reached the Ancient Archive of the Theater Way," Sun Bumian mused. "Did something happen on the way?"

"This is trouble…"

As they spoke, the three walked towards the domain train.

Just as they were checking the train schedule, preparing to leave this domain to seek help from more members of the Twilight Society, a train rumbled slowly from the distance!

Clackety-clack—clackety-clack—clackety-clack…

As Jian Changsheng and the other two stepped onto the platform, the train slowly came to a halt nearby. With a hiss of released steam, the carriage doors, covered in incantations, opened one after another.

"The train's here, let's go quickly," Jian Changsheng said, already consumed by anxiety, and immediately headed to rush onto the train.

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

Jian Changsheng looked back to see Sun Bumian staring blankly at the figures descending from the train, an expression of utter shock on his face…

"It seems… we don't need to go for reinforcements after all."

A faint smile curved on Sun Bumian's lips.