Chapter 1672 - 926: Eve of the Riot_3
"Yeah, look at how lively it is outside. Wouldn’t it be great to go out and join the fun?"
Luo Gui glanced at the two of them and said quietly:
"If you want to die, go join the fun. The quickest way to die is to be the one who joins the excitement. If you want to go, I’m not stopping you."
The man closed his mouth, staring at Luo Gui in surprise, and asked: "What do you mean?"
Luo Gui pondered for a moment before explaining:
"I can’t say for certain, but I have a very uneasy feeling. All those newcomers are carrying weapons. Haven’t you noticed the gates are closed? And that Old Ma has been pulling people to join recently. Don’t you find that strange? I really feel that this isn’t just a simple protest."
Hearing Luo Gui say this, the two thought about it seriously for a while.
Ssss!
The woman was the first to react, exclaiming in shock:
"Brother Gui, are you saying they might be plotting a rebellion?"
The man shook his head and said:
"Seems unlikely, given the strength of Big Camphor Tree Base. These people won’t make much of a splash, no matter how many show up."
Luo Gui let out a cold laugh and said:
"How would they know what Big Camphor Tree used to do? We haven’t told them. Aren’t you pretty familiar with Old Ma, who joined recently? Would you tell him about these things?"
The man thought for a moment, seeming to understand something.
The older cooperative personnel actually formed a kind of clique, harboring a certain wariness toward those new arrivals.
Especially in Doomsday.
There is always some level of wariness toward newcomers until they have been around long enough to blend in.
He himself wouldn’t say he’s familiar with Old Ma, but Old Ma often pulls him aside to ask certain things.
Hmm?
Thinking about this, the man drew in a sharp breath.
He exclaimed in shock:
"Old Ma also joined the protest, and he’s in the Satellite City surrounded by those newcomers outside! Do you think they really intend to... no way, they can’t be that reckless, can they?"
"Ha ha!"
Luo Gui sneered and continued:
"Humans die for wealth, birds die for food. They don’t understand the strength of Big Camphor Tree Base, so they act recklessly. Even if they did understand it, human greed knows no bounds. With a bit of incitement, they could do anything."
The woman urged:
"Shouldn’t we call our group back quickly? Wang Lao and the others are still outside!"
Luo Gui nodded his head and said:
"That’s why I’m calling you back to tell you this. Call those guys back. Don’t watch the show only to become part of the show yourselves. When the city gates catch fire, the fish in the pond suffer. It happens too often. The people inside Big Camphor Tree Base aren’t pushovers. No need for us to get involved.
Quickly go call them back. Move quietly, don’t draw attention. Let’s keep this to ourselves and just get our group back."
"Okay." The two answered in unison.
...
In the same row of blue iron sheet cabins, in the cabin on the far left.
Noble Consort, Old Huang, and Xiao Ye were leaning against the window, observing the outside.
"Old Huang, do you think they’re about to start a commotion?" Noble Consort asked.
The current Noble Consort was no longer dressed in her old style, wearing a set of men’s clothing, with her long hair cut short. After days under the harsh sun, her skin had turned a healthy wheat color.
Old Huang shook his pipe, stuffed a bunch of dried leaves picked from outside into the pipe, then took out a box of matches and lit it with a strike.
The flame instantly ignited the leaves.
Old Huang opened his mouth, revealing a set of yellow teeth, with a gap in the middle.
He took several strong puffs from the pipe.
Pop pop pop~
Cough cough cough!
After taking several strong puffs, he was hit by several coughing fits.
His face turned red as he slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and said:
"I don’t think this is as simple as it seems. You haven’t seen He Zhi recently, have you? Let’s just stay in this cabin and not go out. You all see outside, I feel something is off."
Xiao Ye widened his eyes and asked:
"Do you think they intend to make a move?"
"It’s not impossible." Old Huang released the smoke slowly.
Amidst the smoke, Old Huang’s expression fluctuated, emitting an aura of inscrutability.
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