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In the distant town of Li Ming, Dai Lian suddenly received a message from the superior—"Coordinates **·**, there's a resource, come quickly."

As their own efforts and status in the organization grew, the devices they had on hand for contacting their superiors evolved from a one-sided signal flare to a more advanced communicator that was said to enable global communication.

The communicator supported the sending of brief messages, which, compared to the mobile phones they used in the real world of the players, was far inferior, but in this game world, it was a remarkable leap forward.

Now, it was the first call from the superior since he provided them with the communicator.

It wasn't a mission, but the superior's request couldn't be ignored. Discover stories with My Virtual Library Empire

"Brothers, there's work to do."

The giant spiders in the town were almost entirely wiped out due to the players' relentless pioneering activities throughout the night, and it was hard to find any living thing larger than a bacterium within the ruins of the town, other than humans.

The players who had just finished the intense and thrilling pioneering operation still felt some longing; after all, when had they ever seen such rapid progress coming from Grey Iron City?

When they were driven out of Grey Iron City, they endured mocking, but now, in less than a few days, they had made several times more progress than before.

If they returned to Grey Iron City, they would have to show off in front of those people.

It goes without saying who brought about all these changes, and now... that superior had once again issued a call. Could it mean that they had more benefits to gain?

"What are we waiting for? Let's go!" The players summoned were spirited.

They only resented that the only communicator capable of reaching the superior was in the hands of the archer Dai, not in their own.

"The superior wants us to move things, and it's far away. We need to prepare properly, and I'm telling you in advance just to give you a heads-up. Of course, if anyone has any objections, feel free to bring them up."

Dai Lian had interpreted the superior's message.

Resources? Does that mean manpower is needed to transport them?

And with the distance being far, the safety en route and the supplies needed also had to be well planned.

Organizing a large operation was completely different from their previous small team of three or four. As leaders of the organization, they had to consider numerous details.

"We need to take all the transport vehicles from the town."

"Should we bring those NPCs as well?"

"We can't take all of them, right? What if we encounter those orcs again?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Now that the superior needs manpower, let's take them with us. We are much stronger than before."

If they encountered those orcs again, aside from the orc chief, it was uncertain who would win.

The confidence from their newfound power was wildly inflated; fearless of the heights of heaven or depths of earth, players with a bit of power dared to challenge any Order.

"..."

Dai Lian tried to extract any useful suggestions from the noisy voices; in the game, players always had their own thoughts about everything and dared to express their bold ideas.

After analyzing comprehensively, NPCs should be brought along, but it's best to limit the number to the size of about fifty to sixty people, roughly equal to the number of players.

After all, the distance was somewhat considerable. Even if the players had greatly improved their strength, in this era no official NPC force would dare claim to freely dominate the wilderness; how then could those minor shrimps still growing up have their way?

Supplies should also be taken just enough for the round trip without error.

As for safety issues... they only need to be careful on the way there, as the return trip would likely be safeguarded personally by the superior.

And on the way... fight against those you can defeat, and rely on luck for the rest.

Then, with that... they set out!

...

"Let's go!"

Gilder patted the young man in front of him, one of the refugees who had returned to the city with him and his true confidant, "The superior has sent a message for all the vehicles from Black Street to be sent over. I'm entrusting you with this task—don't screw it up. And about your affairs... after this task is completed, I will bring them up with the superior. I know you want to grow, but we must not bring too negative of an impact to the superior."

The young man smiled brightly, "Of course, I understand. We are not ungrateful people. We will be on our way then."

"Go, go..."

"Rumble rumble..."

The convoy set out under the cover of night.

Black Street's development had been quite positive lately, particularly since securing a substantial order for steel, Black Street's conditions had visibly improved. Even the number of vehicles had increased—ensuring readiness for any urgent needs.

Therefore, upon receiving a message from Bai E, all of Black Street's resources could be mobilized in an instant.

Gazing at the taillights disappearing into the darkness in the distance, Gilder only then stooped his back and walked into the street.

He wasn't too worried about the safety of the convoy.

Within the convoy was a mysterious young lady specifically instructed by the superior; the superior's confidence assured her combat prowess would be enough to protect the convoy's safety.

But... did the superior mean to have the mysterious young lady stay away for a while?

Was someone eyeing Black Street from the shadows?

Who could it be?

Walking under the dim street lights, Gilder's murky old eyes shone with a sharp and frosty light.

Anyone coveting the superior's enterprise was unforgivable!

...

The tall figure that had left Black Street under the moonlight returned to a temporary base established in the sewers by his men.

"Doctor!" said the warrior in black leather, bowing, "We've spotted a total of seventeen vehicles leaving Black Street, heading northward."

"What are they carrying?" the Doctor asked gravely.

As an ordinary person mingling in Black Street, he couldn't know the "ins and outs" of Black Street's underworkings. No one here had any involvement with the steel industry; everyone was engaged in barely subsistence-level basic industries.

And yet, this small-scale power had provided him with substantial amounts of formed steel twice before, raising doubts about the true nature of Black Street's operations.

Now, a departing convoy from Black Street could perhaps reveal the true background behind it.

"Empty."

"Empty?"

"Yes, empty!" the warrior in black leather affirmed firmly, "The tracks were light; they were definitely empty."

'Could it be that these are the vehicles returning to collect the steel?'

It's possible, especially since he had urged his men to accelerate the steel orders.

So by following this convoy, perhaps they could discover the background that supports Black Street?

The Doctor's eyebrows, sharp as blades, furrowed slightly as he coldly ordered, "Send a small team of ten to follow and observe."

"Yes!"