Doomsday Roulette

The Cloud Summit People, who were initially holding shovels and tools, quickly transformed into vigilant warriors, automatically surrounding Ye Zhongming.

However, Ye Zhongming waved his hand, signaling them not to be tense.

The sound of wind rustled through the air as Red Hair appeared on the head of the undead fish dragon, her eyes constantly scanning the ground.

Ye Zhongming was slightly surprised and looked up at Red Hair, receiving a piece of interesting information.

“Everyone, step back. There’s someone—oh no, a life form wants to talk to me.” After saying this, he instructed his men to wait and jumped into the cave first. Following him, Red Hair and Xia Bai also jumped in. The large fish dragon attempted to enter the cave but found itself unable to squeeze in and reluctantly flew back into the sky.

Seeing that Red Hair and Xia Bai had followed him down, the others no longer worried about their boss's safety. Once reassured, some core members began to gather around Liu Zhenghong, asking questions and seeking benefits for their teams.

“You little brats, always thinking of underhanded ways. If I really had good stuff, would I not share it? Your boss took it all and distributed it to you long ago.”

Liu Zhenghong kicked away Little Tiger, who was almost digging into her arms, scolding him with a smile.

Ye Zhongming didn’t know what the murderous Liu Zhenghong was like in her past life, but at least in this life, when she wasn’t working, she was just like the big sister next door.

Of course, there were exceptions, such as Yangos, who was still locked up in the laboratory. If anyone claimed Liu Zhenghong had a good personality in front of it, it would surely spray them with dragon snot.

“You all have plenty on your hands, and your subordinates are increasing. Aren’t they enough for you to manage? You’ve all taken quite a bit of weapons from Old Le’s side, right? Isn’t that enough for you? Still wanting to take more from me? Really, I don’t even know what to say about you.”

Liu Zhenghong was chuckling as she scolded them. It felt good to lecture these people, and as she looked at her companions—regardless of age or gender—all sporting deliberately flattering expressions, she felt a warm sensation.

“Also, according to Little Ye, the mutant life forms are to form their own army. Who among you would be willing to give up your captain position? I can recommend some of you!”

Ye Zhongming had once discussed with Liu Zhenghong the possibility of establishing a separate organization for genetic life forms, allowing them to carry out tasks without many concerns. At critical moments, they could launch fatal strikes against enemies without worrying about casualties.

Many people were hearing about the boss’s idea for the first time, and their minds raced as they weighed the pros and cons, considering the changes that would come once the genetic life forms established their own army.

On the surface, Liu Zhenghong was chatting with these core members, while underground, Ye Zhongming and the other two met the life form they intended to see.

The Rat King!

The mutated Rat King of Ying City, already at level seven, had personally come here to meet Ye Zhongming.

Perhaps due to Red Hair being a spiritual life form even after her rebirth, the Rat King contacted her as it approached, which explained Red Hair’s sudden appearance.

Ye Zhongming observed with interest this life form whose body was as large as an elephant. He then looked behind it, where several high-level mutant rats followed, one of which was also level seven, while the rest were level six.

Behind these rats, countless subordinates densely blocked the entire passage they had created.

These mutant rats were not there to fight; bringing so many 'soldiers’ was purely out of fear.

Just by looking at the Rat King's timid demeanor, it was clear it was ready to flee at any moment, its body turned sideways, clearly indicating its intent to escape if things went awry.

Ye Zhongming’s observation was akin to an eight-star expert scrutinizing the Rat King, which emitted squeaks from a face that hardly resembled a rat anymore, its short but stocky forelimbs gesturing quickly.