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"Do you all know... what exactly is the identity of our lord in the military camp?"

A single sentence immediately aroused the curiosity of all the veterans, "What identity?"

Such a powerful lord in the military camp must be a high-ranking official, right?

Without the corresponding strength and status, how could he possess such confidence and ability to control the overall situation?

"Just a grunt! Hahahaha!" Song, who had been lying in the rocking chair, suddenly burst into mad laughter, his neck thrown back as he arched up like a snake, his face contorted in insanity, "Just a damn grunt! What the hell has he been pretending to be!"

After learning the true identity of the lord of Black Street from Ge Lan, Song's past beliefs had completely collapsed.

Once, when he first saw the true face of that lord, he only knew that this lord was also a member of the military camp.

The lord treated the ordinary residents of Black Street, who were not seen as people by the city, with kindness—could they, the man-made soldiers who were similarly abandoned and dehumanized by the military, also receive gentle treatment in the eyes of this lord?

Song had once been full of such illusions.

Fantasizing that this lord was a high-ranking official in the military zone.

Fantasizing that this lord was the savior who would bring a glimmer of hope to all the man-made soldiers.

However... he's just a damn man-made soldier!

A man-made soldier... just like themselves!

What use are man-made soldiers? What use are they?

Man-made soldiers will never be accepted by the naturals of this world!

Man-made soldiers will forever struggle to grasp real power.

You, a man-made soldier... do you deserve our deep trust and support?

Ge Lan's words shattered all his illusions, and the so-called "lord" who was just a grunt made a big mistake in last night's impulsive action and is now being thoroughly investigated by the top brass of the military.

He's nothing!

Reality taught him a harsh truth—

Relying on a mountain, the mountain collapses, relying on a person, the person falls.

You can't rely on anything!

You can only rely on yourself!

Song's words also left the expectant group of veterans momentarily stunned.

The lord... just an ordinary grunt?

But still some refused to accept this fact, and with a trembling voice asked, "How do you know what Ge Lan said is true? What evidence do you have?"

"Evidence?" Song looked down and sneered darkly, "It's simple... our 'lord', he's in trouble. The commotion in the military zone last night was caused by him, and now he's been placed under house arrest by the military zone's commanders... He's done for! If you want to know the truth... we just need to make a scene. Our captain alone can't hold us back, unless the lord steps in, otherwise..."

Otherwise... Black Street, which has grown, may change hands.

By completely controlling Black Street, which has already developed, they can have more resources to win hearts, ally with other powers, and add a bit more to the odds of success for the man-made soldier revolution!

"What do you say? Dare to do it? We give him time, we just want to see the lord! If the lord doesn't show up..."

Song's voice floated ethereally, as if coming from the far horizon, making people feel as if they were in the clouds.

The group of veterans, slightly confused, hesitated and then, as if possessed, nodded, "Alright! Let's try!"

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"Then let's go... while there are still plenty of people around," Song took the lead toward the camp entrance, his skinny silhouette staggering as if ghostly shadows flickered within.

By evening, everyone had finished a whole day of labor.

There was still some time before the rest period, and everyone was scattered lazily around Black Street, either eating or chatting in small groups, each taking a stroll.

The collective movement of the veterans naturally attracted the attention of some, and looking at Song, who was leading them, someone asked with warm curiosity, "Hey! Song, what are you guys up to?"

"We need to ask the lord for some justice!" Song waved his hand as he spoke.

Some immediately picked up on the key point, "Justice? Aren't you guys the ones maintaining order in the street? Why do you need to ask the lord for justice now?"

"..." Song, suppressing a dark sneer, remained silent; the veterans' procession could only keep quiet, silently saying nothing.

They themselves didn't know what kind of justice they were supposed to ask the lord for—it was just a spur-of-the-moment excuse from Song, and the more he said, the more mistakes he might make.

Better to keep silent.

Just to leave.

However, Song's words undoubtedly opened up a vast space of imagination for the residents of Black Street—

Who else could cause indignation for the veteran guards, who themselves represented Black Street's order?

Ji Lande, the lord managing Black Street, seemed kind and approachable, everything he did seemed to consider everyone on Black Street, but beneath that bright and luminous exterior, could there be some degrading, ignoble secrets hidden?

Pulling those high and mighty down into the mire was a hidden dark desire in many people's hearts.

Perhaps they were not even aware of this thought themselves, but driven by the excitement of the spectacle, they still followed behind the veterans, squeezing toward the center of Black Street, the administration office and residence of Lord Ji Lande.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The violent knocking sounded on the old wooden door, and hearing the commotion, Gilder got up as quickly as he could with the help of a Mouse Person and scampered to the door.