The Extraordinary Urban God of Medicine
Chapter 1539: Arrival!

Chapter 1539: Chapter 1539: Arrival!

Huang Xiaolong’s city was called "Song City".

After the announcement, those haughty staff members, seemed superior, the so-called social elites, left with strides.

Leaving the tens of thousands of society’s lower-tier, inside the building.

Then, the building’s main door, along with the entire structure, were sealed by a Formation, making it impossible for the lower-tier individuals to leave.

In the evening, a lavish dinner was delivered.

It consisted of extremely expensive ingredients, cooked by top chefs.

Heh, Huang Xiaolong knew, this was what they called "The Last Supper."

Such irony.

Like ancient Earth, before execution, the last meal of the criminals was always ample wine and meat, colloquially to ensure one wouldn’t become a starving ghost after death.

These lower-tier people found the meal hard to swallow as if chewing on wax.

Huang Xiaolong and his slaves, however, relished it immensely, praising the extraordinary culinary skills.

The night passed quickly.

The next day, many soldiers opened the building’s gate, quickly assembling all the bottom-tier from inside.

Outside, a large number of armed soldiers had gathered, sealing off the entire city to prevent riots.

These soldiers, with eagle-like eyes and sharp dispositions, robust and evidently skilled, would show even stronger prowess if transformed into dragons!

Too many soldiers controlled the scene.

Making it impossible for the tens of thousands at the bottom to even consider resistance.

On the sides of the streets, many lower-tier people’s friends and relatives were sending them off, all crying bitterly.

The scene resembled condemned prisoners being escorted to the execution ground, about to face a firing squad!

The atmosphere was indeed tragic.

But Huang Xiaolong and his slaves seemed utterly indifferent.

In fact, Huang Xiaolong was eager to reach that desolate island to uncover its secrets.

"Master, these people are really fortunate," Hui said beside him, holding Huang Xiaolong’s arm, smiling.

"Huh? They’re being sent to their deaths, how is that fortunate?" Huang Xiaolong laughed wryly. "Hui, you’re really making a dark joke."

"No, Master. Because this time, you’ll also go to that island, and given your kind heart, you certainly won’t turn a blind eye. Thus, the vast majority of the lower-tier who aren’t your enemies will likely survive," Hui already knew Huang Xiaolong well.

Huang Xiaolong just smiled noncommittally.

Soon, the tens of thousands were impressively escorted to the city’s airport.

In the airport, dozens of private jets were parked.

These planes were set to take the city’s lower-tier to that desolate island, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Huang Xiaolong observed that these planes, much like the kind from ancient Earth, were similar in design but larger in size and capacity.

They boarded the planes in batches.

At the airport, more soldiers were stationed to prevent mishaps.

Huang Xiaolong and his slaves were arranged on the same plane.

The plane also carried several soldiers.

And tall, beautiful stewardesses.

The stewardesses were busy, instructing passengers to fasten their seat belts.

Sitting together, Huang Xiaolong learned that this flight would last fifty hours before reaching the destination.

It seems that desolate island was far from civilization.

There was even a map on the plane.

Huang Xiaolong opened the map and saw.

The desolate island was located right in the middle of the universe.

Surrounded by civilized nations on all sides.

Song City, where Huang Xiaolong was currently located, was actually quite close to that desolate island.

A fifty-hour flight, it would certainly be very tedious.

Hugging Hui, Huang Xiaolong fell asleep.

Accumulate energy and stay sharp, huh.

Shortly after, the airplane ascended into the blue sky.

Along the way, Huang Xiaolong occasionally looked out the window.

Blue sky and white clouds, below were modern cities with a strong aura, skyscrapers lined up one after another.

But in such a highly civilized world, life was divided into ranks, and the elite could trample on the lower classes at will.

It was a sick, deformed universe.

This time, Huang Xiaolong came to this universe with one goal—to conquer it!

Finally, after a long flight, several days and nights.

The flight attendant reminded passengers to be aware that the plane was about to land!

The barren island had arrived!

However, the plane did not land directly on the barren island.

Next to that island, there was another smaller island.

This small island had been constructed into the largest airport in this six-star universe, capable of landing thousands of planes at the same time!

At this moment, Huang Xiaolong could clearly feel the plane slowly descending!

Huang Xiaolong looked out the window and saw a dense swarm of planes also landing.

This included the lower classes from other cities who were brought here.

They landed on this island to converge.

Furthermore, Huang Xiaolong’s powerful soul force spread out and detected that this vast sea area was filled with danger, wilderness, and ancient auras!

Roar~~~!

Roar~~~!

...

Even more so, his soul force could sense the roaring sound of dragons.

The sound of these dragon chants was not that of the howling dragons from the Long Clan, but a more barbaric and terrifying scream.

Finally! The plane landed!

Huang Xiaolong and the slaves disembarked from the plane.

Next to the airport was a square so large it was unimaginable.

At this moment, the square was also filled with countless people.

It was just like an ant nest.

These people were all from the lower classes.

On the outskirts of the square, a large number of soldiers, armed with weapons, vigilantly monitored the area.

Huang Xiaolong and the slaves also walked into the square, blended into the crowd, and quietly waited.

Planes constantly landed, transporting the lower classes from various cities.

Then, planes also continuously took off and left.

The number of lower-class people on the square kept increasing.

Huang Xiaolong didn’t even know whether there were millions or tens of millions of people.

The people from the lower classes looked at the sky with eyes of despair, watching the planes climbing higher and flying farther away, knowing they could never return.

At this moment, a man dressed in a military uniform, with sharp and terrifying eyes and an extremely strong aura, stood with his hands behind his back, floating in the void.

His voice wasn’t loud, but it made every person in the square hear him clearly.

"Everyone, we will now start transporting, in batches, to the barren island, which is also the origin of our universe. Please, do not panic. After being transported, I hope everyone—good luck! Start the transportation!"

As soon as his voice fell, waves of transportation forces directly impacted the crowd in the square.

The lower-class people began to vanish, disappearing in large groups

Transported to the barren island.

Huang Xiaolong and his slaves were also taken away by the transportation force.