The Female Cannon Fodder With Boundless Merits
Chapter 685 - 689 Interstellar Heartthrob (Part 8)

Chapter 685: Chapter 689 Interstellar Heartthrob (Part 8)

Having set out to search again to no avail, the old man had only just entered the inside of the Bird’s Nest when he was immediately surrounded by a group of middle-aged men.

The leader was a burly man with a full beard, and without any nonsense, upon seeing the others, he directly confronted them, asking, "Uncle, you said this was foolproof, yet now before anything has started, the Lord has disappeared, it’s like pulling the rug out from under us, leaving us hanging, neither able to ascend nor descend, what do we do now?"

The burly man’s tone was not very friendly, as anyone under such invisible pressure would become irritated.

The old man was no exception; questioned in such a way by his usually respectful juniors, his suppressed anger found an outlet and erupted as quickly as a volcano.

The old man, like an enraged lion with eyes blood-red, as if about to devour someone, yelled, "Shunzi, what right do you have to talk to me this way?"

"The original plan, you all agreed to it, and now that there’s a problem, you’re pushing all the responsibility onto me?"

"I’m just a useless old man, what can I do?"

Shunzi, the man named Shunzi, was not to be outdone and shouted back at the old man, trying to outdo him in volume, a contest he was never afraid of.

With a voice even louder than the old man’s, Shunzi said, "Uncle, that’s not the point, at a time like this, shirking responsibility like this isn’t right, is it?"

Shunzi’s buzzing voice was so loud it hurt people’s eardrums, and it also caused the old man’s heart to ache.

All out of anger.

Truly, when it came to quick thinking, the old man’s verbal agility couldn’t match that of the younger generation. In his anxiety, his lips began to quiver slightly out of alignment.

Clutching his chest and gasping for breath, he wanted to retort but couldn’t get out a single complete sentence.

Even so, Shunzi didn’t stop; on the contrary, he became even more energized, saying, "You said it, Uncle, that as long as the Lord came down, we would live better lives, and we wouldn’t have to sell materials cheap to an outsider. But now look, we haven’t enjoyed any blessings yet, and a great disaster is about to strike. Without the Lord to stand for us, what are we supposed to do?"

"Now the Lord has clearly decided to hide from us and not show up..."

"Enough, can’t you see great-grandpa is already in a lot of distress, and yet you’re here babbling endlessly."

A young onlooker couldn’t stand it any longer and bravely stood up, speaking sternly.

Shunzi waved his fist, "You little brat, it’s not your place to speak here, with your green youth, you dare to show off?"

The child had a moment of courage, but after being intimidated by the adult’s rough voice, immediately shrank back and didn’t dare to speak again.

The old man watched, seething with anger, yet powerless to do anything.

What once seemed like an unbreakable clan relationship, I thought it was solid, but it turned out to be just a slight conflict of interest that made this relationship precarious, like a thin sheet of paper, ready to break at the slightest touch.

Err, I misspoke.

There was no need to make an effort to poke it, it ripped on its own.

Inadvertently, the original owner had made a mistake; the people on this garbage star were all spoiled by her.

Look, take Shunzi as an example; when faced with a potentially imminent crisis, instead of thinking about how to solve it, he always pinned his hopes on someone else.

And when danger arose, instead of facing it, he transferred all his panic and other negative emotions to an old man.

This was both sad and pitiable...

"Brother Shunzi, if the Lord really abandons us, will we end up like we did more than a decade ago?"

Having experienced that situation once was enough for a lifetime; even the memory of it was unwelcome.

But now, the reality forced them to recall those scenes.

This time, there wouldn’t be a second Lord-like sucker to step forward.

Reminded by his sidekick, Shunzi’s gaze became even more ferocious.

He steeled himself and said to the old man, "Uncle, don’t blame us. Since the Lord is disappointed with us, handing you over to placate his anger is something you would be willing to do, right?"

While speaking, Shunzi signaled to someone nearby with his eyes.

The old man trembled, pointing at the others, "You, you, you dare..."

"Why wouldn’t I dare? I’d imagine sacrificing one person like you could save everyone, and they would all thank you for it. You should be happy."

But even if this brute Shunzi tied up the old man, not finding the disappeared Su Li would still be futile.

And Su Li, the one on everyone’s mind, was lounging on the couch like a third-level disabled person, eating fruit and enjoying the show.

How could such precious fruit exist on a garbage star?

Well, of course, it was looted.

But the looter wasn’t Su Li; it was the beleaguered original owner.

Fortunately, Su Li’s arrival in this world was timely. Just before that, the original owner had just robbed a cargo, and through the black market connections, exchanged it for a batch of survival supplies.

These were supposed to be distributed, but that hadn’t happened yet, and now Su Li was reaping the benefits.

With food and drink, safe from the sun and the blowing sand, even the harshest environment couldn’t distract her from her decision to be a layabout.

Especially when you’re comfortably enjoying yourself, seeing others struggle and feel distressed is exceedingly satisfying, like drinking a chilled soda on a scorching summer day.

Reflect on the bitterness to appreciate the sweetness, reflect on the bitterness to appreciate the sweetness.

Su Li felt she was enhancing the garbage star residents’ memories and elevating their spiritual and moral cultivation.

Only by enduring the hardest struggles can one become a superior person.

Keep it up, forge ahead, people of the garbage star!

Soon, Shunzi and the others realized that even if they tied up the old man who was responsible for the plan, the Lord wouldn’t show up if he had decided against it.

The orderly development and operation of the Bird’s Nest, which had been running like clockwork, was now in chaos.

The East Corner’s learning corner hadn’t opened its learning resources for several days.

The learning progress of both the children and the adults had been forced to a halt.

All the idle people stood in the middle of the learning square, looking at the now dark screens, at a loss for what to do.

With too many idle people and the recent rise of negative emotions,

a fight broke out at the drop of a hat.

Xiao Hei, still not fully recovered from his injuries, led the guard team in mediating one altercation after another, but to no end; tired of parsing who was right and who was wrong, they started apprehending anyone involved in fighting or causing trouble, dealing with them all with violence.

At this point, such measures could cause big problems.

Minor disagreements suddenly escalated into major ones and then divided into conflicts between the Guard Team and the residents.

Small issues snowballed, growing larger and larger until Xiao Hei and the others were completely overwhelmed trying to deal with them.