CHAPTER 1922: CHAPTER 1747: A GREAT HARVEST

After a while.

The group’s thoughts aligned once again.

No way out.

The psychological trauma inflicted by Kovalro was too great. According to Kovalro’s plan, once they were fully utilized, there was only one outcome for them—death. For this reason, they knew a lot about the audience.

The implications were vast.

Once out.

Countless people would be left restless and uneasy.

Thus.

The island remained the safer option. After some explanation, the newcomers quickly accepted this idea. Having just escaped from the wolves’ den, they didn’t want to implicate their families, nor did they want to mysteriously end up dead in the streets.

Moreover.

If they wanted to leave.

They still had to figure out how to do so successfully.

"Look quickly."

Suddenly.

There was another exclamation as everyone looked over.

"The supplies have arrived."

On the sea surface a few hundred meters away, a familiar object intermittently appeared, partly submerged and partly afloat. Upon seeing it, everyone cheered, knowing it was sent by that mysterious force.

Medicines.

Daily necessities.

Or all basic survival tools.

Recalling back.

The first time, they hesitated for quite a while. Only when the items drifted ashore did they dare approach, and upon discovering it was good stuff, they were so excited they almost cried. Thereafter, supplies would drift in at regular intervals.

Clearly.

It was not a gift from nature, but intentionally sent.

Looking around.

There were no boats.

Not even a plank—could it be a submarine? This speculation they could not verify. The next moment, a dozen robust men jumped into the sea, swimming towards the deep waters to pull it over.

Otherwise.

Who knew when it would drift ashore?

"What is that?" a newcomer asked puzzled.

"Good stuff."

A crowd of hundreds stood at the shore.

No fighting.

No looting.

No daring to.

This was not an ownerless land. Initially, there were disputes, then a strong man appeared, beat up those people, and left them with a statement, which was made into a rule.

"From now on, supplies will be distributed per person. No looting or hoarding. Don’t bring Kovalro’s practices here. Otherwise, those disturbing order would have no value for existence either."

The statement.

Terrified the crowd deeply.

That was the first time.

And the only time someone saw the people who saved them.

Mysterious.

Powerful.

Since then, everyone complied exceedingly. If anyone disrupted, they didn’t need intervention; the crowd would swiftly make that person obedient. The supplies every three days had never been interrupted, always at this location.

Ten minutes later.

The destination reached.

Some people were tugging a rope, dragging the supply roughly the size of a small house towards the shore.

Another ten minutes.

At the shore.

Everyone pitched in, untied the bindings, and moved the contents to the storage cavity. No one hoarded anything; they all lived together, everyone’s belongings were accounted for, and besides, no one was missing any.

"So heavy."

A woman holding a cardboard box.

The person beside her laughed, "Of course, shampoo is heavy. Rose scented. I love it." It often rained here, and a sizable depression existed at a higher elevation, providing them with an ample supply of fresh water for washing.

"No brand."

"As long as it’s useful."

"What is this?"

While moving halfway, someone retrieving supplies paused.

"What?"

Others gathered around.

Upon seeing it.

Someone recognized it.

"Seeds?"

"What?"

"Do they want us to farm?"

"Let me see—wheat, corn, tomatoes, and... many more." Inside the next dozen boxes, all were seeds, including grain crops and vegetables, even fruit trees.

"They really want us to farm."

"Farming isn’t bad, at least we’d have extra food; eating fish every day is tiresome. I want some bread." No one objected to farming; having survived in the wilderness for so long, they truly hoped to grow something.

Soon.

The emergence of seeds caused excitement.

Everyone flocked to see.

"Who knows how to farm?"

"I do."

"You?"

"Of course. My family does farming. I’ve been learning since young. Rest assured, but I only know how to grow wheat and corn. I’m not very familiar with tomatoes, but there’s even potatoes, which is great."

"Are you sure things can grow here?" someone questioned.

There was fresh water.

But what about the climate?

And the soil quality? Just because there were trees on the island doesn’t mean crops can be grown.

Next to them.

Someone immediately retorted:

"Of course they can."

"Why?"

"If you thought of it, wouldn’t they have? Surely it can be done, or why else would they give them to us? Do you think they’re fools?" That person analyzed it, saying such basic errors wouldn’t occur.

"Makes sense."

"Let’s give it a try."

"Alright."

"But who knows how to grow tomatoes?"

"I do."

"Then it’s up to you. Who knows how to grow lettuce?"

"I do."

"It seems we really have hidden talents here."

"Haha."

"We have something to do now."

"..."

Shortly.

The division of labor was completed, and taking the seeds, they began searching for land, all extremely excited to finally have something else to do. The newcomers truly didn’t understand why they were so excited.

But they dared not question it.

They followed along.

Helping move items and distribute living quarters. Upon arriving at the caves, they found they weren’t sleeping on straw mats but in beds. Although simple, it was far better than being tortured as playthings by others.

Settling down first.

The future?

Who knows!

Being alive.

Is already not easy.

...

Shanghai Stock Market.

Villa.

Tang Qing watched the excited looks of the people on the island, smiling slightly. He had no choice; releasing these people was not appropriate because Kovalro would mingle, not destroy—escalating the matter.

Hence.

This is why they found a deserted island.

Located in the Pacific.

Far from shipping lanes, ensuring no one would pass nor any route cross, far from military base training ranges, making it very suitable. By giving them seeds, it gave them more to do.

As for when to release them?

Unknown.

But surely not for a lifetime, just not now.

"Commander, the inventory is complete."

Little Two’s voice came through the earpiece.

"Send it over."

"Yes."

In an instant.

A list appeared before Tang Qing’s eyes—that was the property of Kovalro.

A bountiful harvest.

In more than a day.

Over $80 billion in property from Kovalro was counted. Kovalro operated in darkness, thriving amid war over centuries, gaining considerable wealth. In theory, it should have been more than this.

But the expenses were substantial too.

Training.

Bribery.

Smoothing over matters.

With added consumption, only this much remained. For this, Tang Qing wasn’t overly excited—possessing this money wouldn’t necessarily allow him to overturn anything; only the accumulation of wealth couldn’t thrill him.

Completing the plan was what mattered to him.

Kovalro.

From this day henceforth, officially changes ownership.

Next.

Another matter to address. Despite stopping Kovalro’s actions against Ling, there were too many desperate fugitives. There were precedents set by the fall of three major assassin organizations, but it couldn’t deter the pursuit of profit.

Good, then.

After more than two years.

It would be well-deserved for some people to once again feel the fear that once quaked the dark forces. Those who act should go accompany Tuoyin. Its backing organization needed a change in leadership too.

Over the years.

Fighter’s infiltration had not just been limited to Kovalro.