Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man

1447: Not interested.

"Are you any better than that person?" The person in charge calmed down and said indifferently, "Giving it to you is the same as giving it to him. It has no benefit at all to our disorder."

"Of course it's best to keep good things to yourself, but insisting on keeping them if you don't have the ability... is a disaster rather than a blessing." Ling Lan stood up, walked to the person in charge, and patted him heavily on the shoulder. , "When all of you in District 11 are dead and the inheritance is cut off, decades later, do you think the word aboriginal still exists?"

The person in charge's expression suddenly changed.

"For the sake of an uncertain future, you would rather ruin the future of the disordered indigenous people. You are a bit stupid..." Ling Lan leaned over and looked at the person in charge with a half-smile, mockingly.

The person in charge's face became even more ugly, and the corners of his mouth moved. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say.

After a while, the person in charge stabilized himself and asked: "I told you, can you let us go?"

Knowing they had no choice, those responsible began to look for their chance to survive.

Ling Lan shook her head and smiled: "You are too naive. Whether you tell it or not, the outcome for you people will be the same. However, I promise you will not massacre the civilians in District 11. Also, if you tell this secret, maybe There is a possibility that we will kill each other. It might be more valuable for you to die."

"Hahaha..." The person in charge suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed. After laughing, he stared at Ling Lan fiercely and said coldly: "Since it's all about death, I would be a fool to tell you."

"Whatever, that way, I don't have to break up with him. It's good to continue to be my master." Ling Lan looked indifferent.

The person in charge just stared at Ling Lan, trying to find some hesitation and hesitation on her face, but he saw something instead. The more he looked at it, the more he believed that this was Ling Lan's true thoughts.

The supporting belief in the person in charge collapsed, and he leaned weakly against the back of his chair.

"You win!" the person in charge said with a wry smile.

He suddenly pulled out a dagger from his waist with his right hand and thrust it into his left shoulder.

Blood spurted out and his companion screamed.

But Ling Lan and the others looked at the person in charge indifferently, unmoved at all.

The person in charge sighed inwardly, the disordered natives were strong, much stronger than ordinary people, but these people from outside were not human beings at all, they were a group of perverts.

The person in charge sighed in his heart, but the movements in his hands did not pause at all, they were very neat.

He cut open the flesh of his shoulder to expose the shoulder bone. Only then did he realize that part of his shoulder bone was actually made of metal.

Due to the excellent control of his own muscles, the person in charge did not bleed much despite the self-abuse.

He bit down and pressed hard, and the tip of the dagger pressed hard on a certain part of the metal shoulder bone. The metal suddenly opened, revealing a black hole.

The tip of the dagger pointed at the black hole and a black object bounced out of it and flew towards Ling Lan suddenly.

Countless silver threads suddenly appeared in front of Ling Lan and quickly weaved into a net, covering the black object directly.

The person in charge endured the severe pain and gasped: "Everything you want is inside. As for whether you can decipher it, it depends on your ability."

Ling Lan looked carefully at the black object hanging in front of her eyes inside the silver mesh, seeming to be thinking about something.

"I hope you will keep your word and let us civilians in District 11 go. As for those of us, you can kill or scratch them as you please." The person in charge said with a bitter smile.

"He also has one of these, right?" Ling Lan asked in disbelief.

The person in charge's eyes suddenly shrank, and he looked at Ling Lan with extremely complicated eyes.

"This matter is starting to get interesting." Ling Lan stood up, with a hint of helplessness and an almost invisible surprise on her brows.

"Finally I can go back. I need to take a good rest this time." Ling Lan turned around and walked towards the door without looking back.

Luo Lang and Zhao Jun followed closely behind.

The person in charge looked at the backs of the three people in confusion. When the three of them were about to walk out of the door, he finally couldn't help but asked: "You guys, won't you kill me?"

"Not interested. As for whether District 11 can survive, that's your business, not mine."

There was no one in sight, but Ling Lan's cold voice came to the ears of the person in charge...

It's very cold and ruthless to say, but it makes people feel... grateful?

Let’s start with a chapter and see if I have time to code it tonight. My current goal is to keep updating it first. I feel like I've fallen...