Starting from the Planetary Governor

Having said that, he withdrew his gaze and turned away.

A dozen minutes later, he met Nasr in another part of Rubbish Town.

Nasr, who had been pacing restlessly, stopped in his tracks upon seeing Mark Ferry. After staring at him for several seconds, he suddenly burst out with a smile, "I was torn between wanting to see you and fearing it, but now I'm sure, I wanted to see you. You've got it, haven't you?"

"Yes."

"Fantastic! That old ghost Swan! Despicable for trying to kill us all to achieve his dream of becoming the lord of Rubbish Town. Good riddance!"

Mark Ferry, however, did not want to dwell on the topic, "We're short on time, I don't have the leisure, nor the opportunity to clean all of 'Clockwork Iron Blades,' and according to Swan, many wealthy agents supported him. The best chance to leave is now. We must hurry, taking advantage of the chaos created by Swan's death."

"You're right!" Nasr laughed heartily, wrapping an arm around Mark Ferry's shoulder, "Let's go! We'll leave right away! From here on out, we'll be as free as the eagles above the yellow sands! We will hunt for whatever we want to eat! Who wants to be a dog to some governor? Eh?

Our prey will be those who are willing to be sheep, to be dogs! From now on, Ferry, you're my best brother and our most important leader! If there's ever only one piece of meat left, I'd rather starve myself and let you have it first!"

...

Chaos engulfed Rubbish Town.

The death of Swan had already spread on a small scale.

The troops enforcing martial law were mostly adventurers, with 'Clockwork Iron Blades' at the core, supported by the teams of adventurers hired by other agents.

But with Swan dead and Mark Ferry, the commander of the 'Clockwork Iron Blades,' suspected of betrayal, the 'Clockwork Iron Blades' were left temporarily brain-dead. Some of the remaining officers disappeared—they had fled with Ferry. Others were panicked and clueless, with only a few resolutely carrying out the martial law.

As for the other wealthy agents, for the time being, they were all unable to choose someone to take temporary control.

When the thousands, nearly ten thousand, that Nasr had gathered started to move, and fired without hesitation at anyone who blocked their exit from Rubbish Town, they virtually became the only organized large-scale team within Rubbish Town.

They became unstoppable.

At the beginning of the breakout, Nasr and Mark Ferry were still tense, fearing further twists.

But as the vanguard managed to break out and they with the main force stepped through the gates of Rubbish Town, both involuntarily relaxed.

Breaking away from Rubbish Town and heading for the vast wastelands became certain!

But just at that moment, they noticed the pace of the column had slowed. The crowd ahead of their vehicle had grown dense, and people began to shrink back, afraid to move forward.

Nasr, too, sensed something was wrong. He grabbed the walkie-talkie and bellowed, "What's the matter? What's happening up front?"

There was only a hiss of static from the walkie-talkie, not a single useful message.

After a long wait, just as Nasr was about to impatiently ask again, a message finally came back:

"The... the governor... the governor has arrived!"

Nasr felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head.

Why would the governor come?

Wasn't there supposed to be at least three more days?

At this moment, from the walkie-talkie in his hand, another voice came through: "What now... what do we do?"

Nasr was stunned, and for a moment, he truly did not know what to do.

But Mark Ferry, standing beside him, seemed very decisive.

He snatched the walkie-talkie from Nasr's hand and yelled, "Open fire! Command the vanguard to open fire! Have everyone ready to break out!"

"No!"

Ferry glared angrily at Nasr, who had instinctively denied his words: "What are you thinking?! We've come this far, is there any room for hesitation now?!"

Nasr was almost grinding his rotten teeth to pieces: "Can't fight... can't win..."

"You're fucking realizing now we can't win?" Mark Ferry was furious, half turning and grabbing Nasr by the collar, almost pressing face to face as he continued to roar, "I've been with the old boss for so many years and you're fucking telling me now we can't win?!"

Nasr was frightened by the governor and by the ferocious face of Mark Ferry at this moment. He stretched out his hand, forcefully blocking between himself and Ferry: "For... now... now we can only split the team, flee in all directions... However many can get out... that's how many...

and then regroup safely later!"

Hearing this, Ferry seemed to calm down all of a sudden.

He let go and asked, "How many people do you estimate can escape? And how much time will it take to regroup our forces?"

"Definitely a lot can get out!" Nasr rapidly calculated in his head, "The governor is eager to take over Rubbish Town, as long as we don't cause him too much trouble, he won't pursue us full force; some people will die, but not many; once we're out, with my call to arms, everyone will quickly come together again, and by then you'll still be the big boss...uh..."

Before he could finish, gunfire erupted inside the vehicle.

Unconsciously, Ferry had drawn his pistol and fired several shots at Nasr's stomach.

His other hand was tightly choking Nasr's neck.

Staring at Nasr's rather ugly face, he said, "You still want to deceive me at this point? If we really scatter and run, do you think you can just call everyone back together? When the wasteland is full of little marauder tribes, why would anyone with guns and people listen to you? I fought my way out to be the top dog, not to be some small-time chieftain in a tiny tribe!

I hate being lied to the most!"

He had completely forgotten what he had said to Swan when he was facing death.

Taking a long breath, he realized the walkie-talkie beside him was still on.

But he didn't care about that anymore, picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled to the other side, "Get everyone ready! We're going to gather our forces! Focus on one direction to break out! Only by concentrating can we have a way out! Now I'm the boss, listen to me!"

There was silence on the other end of the walkie-talkie, no response at all.

In Nasr's team, he had just 'joined,' with neither direct lineage nor prestige.

It was not as simple as killing the former boss and claiming to be the boss to actually become the boss.

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