Survival in Sequences: Eighteen Years Old, Slaying Monsters Like Horses

Chapter 562 To pacify external enemies, one must first secure internal stability.

"Xu Si, are you now Sequence Nine?" Yue Lengshu finally spoke after sitting down, asking the crucial question.

The voice was aged yet steady, with a unique rhythm that subtly conveyed a sense of unfamiliar closeness and trust.

Xu Si was certain that he was not affected by the sequence; this feeling was entirely due to his own temperament.

Others were also drawn to this question: whether Xu Si was Sequence Nine had an unparalleled impact on their decisions.

The influence of a Sequence Nine cannot be replaced by ten Sequence Eights.

Moreover, if it's just a sequence eight, they do exist.

"What do you guys think?" Xu Si replied casually.

He didn't actually have much negotiation skill. His main purpose in coming here was to confirm the official's accurate attitude, to ascertain whether these people would cause trouble behind the scenes, and to be sure what choice these people would ultimately make.

Even if this choice was made under duress.

To repel external threats, one must first secure internal stability.

Xu Si fully agrees with this principle.

The elderly people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Only Qi Wuyan, this "young man," stared at Xu Si intently for a long time.

He was only forty years old, in the prime of his life, and his Sequence 6 life level gave him inexplicable feelings towards the young man in front of him.

The number of extraordinary beings executed by him was at least eight hundred, if not a thousand.

But someone like Xu Si is absolutely unique.

"Or, if that's what you think, then so be it."

Yue Lengshu frowned slightly.

Wu Pian actually wanted to interject at this juncture; he had so many questions he wanted to ask, but after looking at Yue Lengshu's expression, he didn't do anything.

At this time, uniting against external threats is the wisest course of action.

Given his high position, it's impossible that he doesn't understand this principle.

However, being an impatient person, he found it very difficult to hold back.

"We need a clear answer," Zhou Jieyi said, offering some support to Yue Lengshu.

"This relates to all our subsequent decisions."

Although Zheng Fangzhou informed them of everything, no one believed that a young man who was not even twenty years old had already reached Sequence Nine.

Keep in mind that the creation of a Sequence 8 came at the cost of an entire survival base.

This statement actually contained an element of weakness, which Yue Lengshu couldn't say aloud, so Zhou Jieyi had to say it for him.

In other words, the subtext of this statement is that if Xu Si is Sequence Nine, then they can appropriately step back.

If Xu Si wasn't Sequence Nine, then he wouldn't be qualified to teach them how to do things.

At the same time, they are also reflecting on whether their decisions were correct.

After all, the chaotic wilderness seems to have become the soil for the growth of sequences.

However, the survival base under the civilization fortress actually stopped Zheng Fangzhou and other top combatants from advancing in the pre-apocalyptic world.

"That's it!" Xu Si felt that there was really no point in hiding this kind of thing.

Yue Lengshu tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, the movement so small it seemed like some kind of subconscious, suppressed emotion.

Zhou Jieyi lowered her gaze slightly, looking at the clean table in front of her, and remained silent.

Qi Wuyan didn't speak, but his eyes never left Xu Si.

His way of looking at people is different from others. It's not like he's sizing up an opponent, but more like he's measuring the sharpness of a knife.

Wu Pian grinned, as if he wanted to laugh but didn't. His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and in the end he just clicked his tongue.

This praise reflects the high regard and satisfaction with the promising young generation.

Talented people emerge in every generation, and new people replace the old.

Nothing more than that.

The reason why their Great Xia Dynasty has been so prosperous for so long is that generation after generation has taken up the blood-stained banner from the previous generation.

Zheng Fangzhou hadn't spoken since entering the room. Now, he finally raised his head, glanced at Xu Si with a complicated expression, then lowered his head again, his voice somewhat hoarse: "Xu Si, I..."

He felt like a traitor.

"You don't need to explain," Xu Si interrupted him, his tone indifferent.

"You didn't come back for half a month, so I had to come by myself."

Yue Lengshu and the others twitched at the corners of their mouths, their eyes filled with doubt and questioning as they looked at Zheng Fangzhou.

Only a few days?

So he was bribed?

Zheng Fangzhou's lips moved, but in the end he only nodded slightly.

Yue Lengshu's gaze finally settled on Xu Si, his voice carrying a calm that had settled after weathering many storms:

"Young man, we can roughly guess why you've come. You want the official base to emerge from underground and work with the City of Fire to rebuild surface civilization, is that right?"

"More or less." Xu Si didn't beat around the bush.

"But do you know that there are still seventeen official survival bases in existence, each of which sustains the lives of tens of thousands of people? It's not that we don't want to go out, it's that we dare not. Since the apocalypse, the authorities have tried to rebuild the ground survival bases more than thirty times, the longest of which lasted forty-seven days, but was eventually destroyed by a strange tide."

"And the underground survival bases aren't safe either; we've already lost four so far! Four may not sound like many, but how many fours do we have?"

Yue Lengshu paused here, her gaze falling on Xu Si's scarlet starry eyes.

It was as if they were confirming whether the young man truly understood the weight and significance of that failure.

"You say you're Sequence Nine, and we believe you. But can Sequence Nine protect a city, or even a dozen cities? Can it protect the last fruits of humanity scattered across the entire planet?"

There was a brief moment of silence in the command center.

This was the original intention behind establishing the survival base.

The underground base will never be revealed until the end of the world.

Zhou Jieyi chimed in at the opportune moment: "Who among us would be willing to abandon our homes and live a life of uncertainty underground? But the people in each base are the last embers of the apocalypse, and they can no longer withstand one destruction after another."

Xu Si did not answer immediately; he began to frown and ponder.

"Actually, I don't have many expectations for you. You've already been defeated! Both psychologically and physically!"

Xu Si's words were utterly merciless.

While countless car teams outside were struggling to survive and encountering setbacks everywhere.

These big shots who were holed up in their survival bases have been completely destroyed.

They have suffered too many casualties; they have been completely devastated by the casualty figures.

Only someone like Xu Si, who has nothing left to lose, would take such a reckless gamble.

A porcelain bowl should not be touched by a stubborn rock.

The best way to preserve a porcelain bowl is to throw it into bottomless silt.

Isn't the current survival status of the government the same?

"You little rascal, you really have a sharp tongue!"

Even Wu Pian, who had a good opinion of Xu Si, was angered by Xu Si's hurtful words.