Crossing to the Future, it’s Not Easy to Be a Man

1443: District 11?

District 11 has received the news that District 9 was besieged by the Thirteenth Main Corps, which immediately caused a turmoil.

I have met the heads of several major regions more or less, and some even have a good relationship with them.

Compared with other areas, due to geographical reasons, there are more interactions between District 11 and District 9. Many people have acquaintances or good friends in District 9.

"Boss, did they discover something?" Several people had gathered at the head of District 11, and some had anxious and suspicious expressions on their faces.

The person in charge of District 11 was a burly, middle-aged man with a pair of bright eyes. Hearing this, he immediately glared at the man: "Why are you panicking? Don't panic."

"I'm just afraid..." The man suddenly collapsed.

"I'm afraid of a P!" The person in charge hated iron.

"Should we make preparations? Maybe their next target will be us?" Another person frowned.

"Do nothing." The person in charge thought for a while and finally decided to keep things as usual.

"But if this happens, we and the future of disorder will be completely buried here." As the hope and seeds of the indigenous people, they cannot tolerate any loss.

"Then tell me, where can we go?" The person in charge shook his head and said, "Disorder is so big that it can accommodate all those who come to it, but the funny thing is that there is no space for us indigenous people to survive safely."

As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, and the younger ones couldn't hide their anger.

"It's better to just leave it like this. Maybe others won't suspect us... Sometimes it's better not to move than to move." The person in charge sighed.

"Passiveness is not what we disordered people do." Some people were a little unhappy.

"Of course, we first have to figure out why they are targeting District 9." The person in charge narrowed his eyes, but he knew that the person in charge of District 9 was not Discord.

"Report, there is news from the front line." Soon someone sent the latest news.

The person in charge picked it up and looked at it, showing a deep thought. He did not forget to pass it to the people around him. The people gathered here now are all trustworthy and are from the same trench.

Soon, everyone had seen the news.

"It seems like District 9 committed suicide by itself and took in hostile people. It has nothing to do with us." Finally, my heart dropped. When I first learned that District 9 was being encircled and suppressed, the first thing I reacted to was, Have they been discovered.

"We can't rule out whether they are trying to confuse us." Someone was very cautious.

"Yeah, we'd better be careful." This was agreed by most of the people.

"Am I the only one wondering about the background of these two hostile forces?" Someone saw something deeper.

The person in charge's eyes flashed, and he pointed at the man and said, "Then tell me."

The man nodded and continued: "It is the forces of these three masters that are encircling and suppressing the ninth district." In order to prevent the walls from having ears, he used different gestures to indicate which three masters were, "and the target of the encirclement and suppression is the new one."

"You said, are you joining forces to give the newcomer a show of strength?" Someone felt something.

"It can also be a settlement." The man shook his head, "The kind that makes the other party speechless."

"Sure enough, the Thirteenth Lord will not allow new forces to join." Everyone nodded. If not, they would not have been suppressed so miserably. They had to hide here, remain anonymous, and be ordinary people making a living.

"I guess the new one will be in trouble this time." Everyone is not optimistic about the new Gen Lord.

"It depends on the outcome of this siege." The person in charge knew clearly that whether the new Gen Lord could stand firm in Disorder depended on whether it could withstand this battle.

As a disordered person who wants to drive away these outsiders, he is very happy to see that there are disputes and even hatred among the Thirteen Lords. This way they have a chance to thrive.

The main thing is that Thirteen really became like iron barrels, watching and helping each other, then they would cry bitterly.