At this mont, the mbers of the Xishu Divine Teaching on the elevator couldn't hide their pride and smugness. They occasionally glanced around, feeling extrely pleased with themselves.
"I heard that three hours ago, an officer gave an order for every level's third, fourth, and even fifth facilities to brew alcohol with all their might!"
"I heard that too, the Bunker is going to celebrate for three days!"
"I definitely want to drink to my heart's content!"
"Yes, drink to our heart's content. When I wake up, I'm going to climb Deceit Tower!"
"Count in! I'll go too!"
The atmosphere in the Bunker was unprecedentedly festive.
Countless lower-level people had preserved their lives, countless lower-level people had preserved their hos. The people on the third level, the people on the fifth level, they no longer had to face incoming refugees.
For every level of people, this was good news.
Of course, there were so who were not happy.
Those who were counting on making a war fortune through the great devouring and inflating prices, at this mont hated the Bunker's legend—Wen Xishu.
In fact, long before, their interests had been affected. Because Wen Xishu consecutively achieved "entire level resources" rewards, the Bunker unexpectedly had a bountiful harvest year unseen in decades.
Hungry people tend to spend recklessly. But now, with fewer hungry people, naturally, so people made less money.
These people always harbored resentnt towards Wen Xishu.
Of course, these were just a minority.
The entire Bunker was now in a state of collective celebration.
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...
Bunker, Level Sixteen.
Level Seven Facility·eting Room.
In fact, less than two months ago, the directors of the Bunker Security Bureau and the Civil Affairs Bureau had also gathered in this eting room.
At that ti, the issue they discussed was how to handle the Level Six Facility hospital and how to deal with the pandemic.
At that ti, Wen Xishu was still a prisoner.
These two months, for them, though the experiences weren't many, quite a few things happened. If Wen Xishu was considered a variable...
Then the changes could be described as earth-shattering.
Two months ago, they were still the central figures of the etings, and now—they've beco marginal figures of the etings.
Like lackeys sitting at the outermost edge, listening to the bosses discussing significant matters.
The only ones who could make the directors of various bureaus this humble were naturally those five people, and the first legend of the Bunker—
Albert Napolitano.
The old headmaster at this mont scratched his foot, extrely happy:
"That concludes my proposal. What do you think?"
Except for Evelyn and William Gordon, the faces of the other three elders were all unsightly.
Liu Zhizai's face was even more livid.
This was the final hour before the great devouring's end—the mont just before the vortex descended.
Luo Feng said:
"Albert, are you that confident that the kid will co back alive?"
Albert laughed:
"Nonsense. But if he dies, then his part will be voided, but the changes to the Bunker Security Bureau will still stand."
"Besides, he won't die. He will be like . He might even stand shoulder to shoulder with one day."
"Hahahahahahaha..."
Hearty laughter rang out.
Albert looked extrely pleased.
In fact, many directors of the Bunker Security Bureau and the Civil Affairs Bureau only knew Albert was very arrogant, but they didn't know this old legend could be this conceited.
This eting, though called a eting, actually had virtually no parts for discussion. It was more like Albert issuing orders, conveying instructions to his subordinates.
Only the deputy director of the Security Bureau felt imnse relief, knowing he had backed the right horse. The worth of this old legend was perhaps imasurably higher than anyone thought.
"Albert! You're ddling with politics! How can you be so capricious!" Liu Zhizai roared.
"Having the official recognition of the Xishu Divine Teaching's status and granting them subsidies... Do you know what you're doing? Treating a civilian organization at the sa level as the Bunker Security Bureau?"
"Don't you know how difficult it will be to eradicate a religion once it rises?"
Liu Zhizai's hands were clenched tightly.
The smile on Albert's face slightly diminished:
"Alright, alright. Hahahahahaha, let explain then."
"I don't like religion, I hate frauds. But I used to pour almost all my energy into climbing the tower because I wasn't sure if my old friend still had the sa ambition as he did before."
"If he chickened out... then I also had to prepare to break through a hundred floors alone."
"I want to go to that battlefield, I want to bring humanity back to the world it should return to."
"But precisely because I focused on my personal growth, the Bunker beca a ss. Although this ti, the great devouring was the fastest resolved in history..."
"But we all know one thing. This ti, the number of vortices and mutants in the great devouring was the highest in history."
"In other words, this ti, within the great devouring, there were the most unhappy people within the Bunker. Interestingly, over the years, the upper echelons in the Bunker have beco increasingly happy..."
"While the lower echelons have beco increasingly unfortunate."
"It's not that I haven't noticed these things, but I didn't have the ti to deal with them because I couldn't see comrades."
The room fell silent.
The word "comrades" even surprised Evelyn.
Luo Feng found it sowhat unbelievable, though he had guessed that the "comrades" referred to Mr. Jin, it seed that now, the term had changed again.
It had beco... Wen Xishu.
Could Albert, this old rascal, really recognize a kid as a comrade?
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