People in Terra, poor and weak but invincible

Chapter 509 Never Peace

Ibrahimovic bent down, took out the key from under the floor tile next to the door, and unlocked the door.

Furong curiously looked around the deserted room and asked:

"Is this your home?"

"……no."

Ibrahimovic walked to the only table in the room, rummaged through the drawers one by one, and finally held a thick stack of letters in his hands.

Furong looked down and frowned:

"And these letters are not signed by you, Phoebus Touch?"

"...He is my senior." Ibrahimovic's voice was trembling. "He said he has family in other places who depend on him for support. I want to find his family's address and take good care of them for him."

Furong: "..."

Furong's expression was a little stiff and a little confused.

She looked down at the envelope, biting her lower lip, and then slowly stated a fact:

"But none of the letters were delivered and there were no addresses on the envelopes."

Ibrahimovic seemed to realize something and silently kept flipping through the stack of letters, but every letter was a regret that had not been mailed.

Until finally, a letter that was pressed at the bottom appeared in front of the two.

There was no signature on the envelope, but Ibrahimovic's name was written on it.

Ibrahimovic's fingers trembled a little as he opened the envelope with difficulty and pulled out the letter.

'Hey, kid, since you see this letter, it means I'm still dead.'

"It's outrageous. I'm such a good at saving my life, but I can't live as long as a young man like you. Isn't this infuriating?"

"Hahaha, I won't tease you anymore. Since you came here, it means you still have some conscience and remember what I told you at the beginning. Well, I hope you are not here to steal my savings."

'Haha, I'm still kidding you, I lied to you, I'm the only one left of my family, I should have gone to find them a long time ago, but I'm always afraid of death, I'm too embarrassed to see them.'

'You said that when I went downstairs, I saw my daughter. She asked me, "Dad, how did you get down here?" I said, "Oh, my daughter, I committed suicide." Or, "Oh, my daughter, I was a bounty hunter or a killer, and was hacked to death by someone who represented justice and light. How shameful!"

"Ha, I'm getting off topic. Anyway, that's my situation. I have nothing to worry about. I'll die if I die. But if you're gone, I'm afraid I'll suffer."

"So, I've been frugal these years and saved all my salary. The password is your birthday. As for the card, I've used it as a table leg. You can deduct it yourself."

"The Wuzhou League is not a place to stay for long. Don't go to the wilderness to be a bounty hunter. Take my little belongings and live a stable and ordinary life in a small city. If you are a small person like you, just run away. The Wuzhou League will not bother you."

"But don't forget to give me a whole bottle of Originium Bug Brew every year on my death anniversary. I really like that wine."

"That's all. I'm going to hang up now."

Ibrahimovic held the letter in his hand without saying a word.

"Ibrahimovic..."

Furong wanted to comfort the young man, but was afraid that if she spoke rashly, it would further damage Ibrahimovic's already broken mental state.

The room fell into deathly silence for a moment.

Ibrahimovic's hands were shaking from the moment he took out the letter, and the shaking did not stop until he finished reading the entire content.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to stop something from pouring out of his eye sockets.

Until a warm, soft little hand rested on his back, patting it gently, wordlessly helping him to calm the surging emotions in his heart bit by bit.

Ibrahimovic tried to control his trembling.

He did not choose to cry or break down, but just tried to calm himself down, then bent down and pulled out a dusty bank card from under the table leg.

"Ms. Furong, these are the medical expenses for saving me."

Ibrahimovic handed the card to Furong, then carefully put all the letters away and put them in the inside pocket of his clothes.

Furong held the card helplessly:

"Don't you even check how much money is in this card?

And you gave me all the cards, how are you going to live in the future?"

And I don’t know your birthday!

Furong only complained about the last sentence in her heart but didn't say it out loud.

Ibrahimovic just shook his head without saying a word and turned to leave his predecessor's house.

Furong quickly followed him out, locked the door, and caught up with Ibrahimovic with the key.

Ibrahimovic didn't care about anything and just walked aimlessly on the streets of the Great Knight's territory, not knowing where to go home or where to go ahead.

Furong knew that Ibrahimovic might be in a bad mood right now.

After all, Ibrahimovic's last hope of redeeming himself also dissipated into smoke as the letter was put into his arms.

The two people walking on the street one after the other did not speak. Furong, who was unfamiliar with the terrain, had no idea that they had unknowingly approached the area where the infected were active.

In the end, it was Ibrahimovic who stopped first, frowned and seemed to be listening to something carefully.

Furong wanted to ask, but was stopped by Ibrahimovic with a gesture.

When both of them became quiet and even the sound of footsteps disappeared, Furong vaguely heard a voice.

It looked like someone was giving a speech.

The dilapidated infected residential area, the speeches, and Eevee's attitude, Furong vaguely realized that something was wrong.

She held her breath, put her hands to her ears, and tried her best to catch the sound of the speech.

"Gail Industries... Infected Support Program... Recruiting workers to build a new city..."

With Furong's efforts, she finally heard some key information.

"It seems like some company is recruiting workers under this situation?" Furong complained in a low voice.

Ibrahimovic pursed his lips, shook his head and advised:

"Leave, don't be curious, and don't get involved in these things."

"...Do you know something?" Furong frowned.

Ibrahimovic said nothing and turned back the way he had come.

Furong was furious when she saw that he started to act like a mute again.

But seeing that Ibrahimovic was obviously afraid, Furong knew that she couldn't be the kind of girl who acted foolishly at this time, so she could only follow Ibrahimovic angrily.

When the two of them walked onto the main road, Furong couldn't help herself anymore and stepped forward to grab Ibrahimovic.

"Stop right there. If you don't explain things to me clearly, I... I will..."

Furong thought for a long time but couldn't think of any good punishment for Ibrahimovic.

Ibrahimovic's injuries had not yet healed, and he was unable to break free when Furong grabbed him.

The two were in a stalemate for a moment, and finally Ibrahimovic chose to compromise.

"Gale Industries is also a member of the Federation, and the Federation specializes in recruiting infected people to work. Do you think it would be a good job?"

This was the first time that Ibrahimovic had spoken such a long paragraph since he was injured: "Anyway, based on my experience in the Helmetless Alliance over the years, none of these recruited infected people had a good ending. Some even... I personally participated in the aftermath."

Furong's pupils shrank in shock.

"No, we must stop that company!" Furong whispered subconsciously.

"How do you stop it?"

Ibrahimovic poured cold water on him and said, "As far as I know, Qi Yan and the doctor from your Rhodes Island have already left."

Furong was angry and anxious:

“It has nothing to do with whether Qi Yan and the doctor are here or not. Rhodes Island will never turn a blind eye to such a thing!

And Amiya is still here, don't underestimate Amiya!"

Ibrahimovic pursed his lips.

He knew who Amiya was, the little girl who was said to be the leader of Rhodes Island and who followed the doctor like a little tail all day long.

Ibrahimovic did not doubt Amiya's identity, but he felt that Amiya was obviously still in the stage of growth and learning. Even if she could become a leader with heavy responsibilities in the future, that was in the future.

"Let's go." Ibrahimovic advised again.

Furong saw Ibrahimovic's distrust and was so angry that she wanted to kick this sullen guy.

After sulking for a while, Furong did not lose her temper at this time. She decided to return to the hotel as soon as possible and report the matter to Amiya.

Ibrahimovic breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and prepared to lead the way away.

Just at this moment, the wind brought a series of shouts.

"Stop! Don't let them run away!"

"Especially that little girl, she has heard our conversation!"

"The main road is ahead, don't hesitate, just shoot!"

They were both startled at the same time and turned their heads to look, just in time to meet the eyes of a woman with a panic-stricken face.

The woman was holding a little girl who looked no more than ten years old in her arms. They were obviously a mother and daughter. At the moment, they were both so frightened that their faces were pale and bloodless.

Behind the mother and daughter, a group of ferocious-looking men were chasing them closely. One of the men holding a crossbow had already nocked the arrows.