Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World
Chapter 371: Provoking The Trouble (Part 2)

Chapter 371: Provoking The Trouble (Part 2)

"What are you doing here?" She thought Zanilia Zhao had gone to other disaster zones, so she was surprised to see her here.

After all, she saw some fourth graders had followed the third graders out for training this time, but she hadn’t seen her.l since th beginning.

Zanilia Zhao pointed to Marcello yoder beside her, "This guy sneaked over here behind my back, and there’s no one who could persuade him to go back, so in the end, I had to come here to take him away."

Marcello yoder’s clothes were clean, but she can see there were some scars that was visible on his exposed skin.

"I’ll take this guy back first, we’ll talk again later," Zanilia Zhao said.

"I don’t want to go back, I want to kill more mutated creatures," Marcello yoder retorted.

Zanilia Zhao ignored him and dragged him away forcefully.

On the other side, Guerrero Long and several other instructors also brought a group of students over, and preparing to climb the city wall.

Kenny Lin didn’t go up.

He wasn’t a newcomer like them, so he didn’t need to experience it again.

So, he was promptly pulled away by Mr. Lin.

The city wall that was facing the central disaster zone was more higher, thicker, and more solid than the other side because mutated creatures were often attacked it.

The traces that was left on the city wall were like a witnesses to the past battles.

Amalia noticed that this side of the city wall was reinforced with the best alloy, layer by layer.

She could guess that the expense for coating the entire wall with this alloy was enormous.

However, she think it was worth it as long as it could withstand the mutated creatures frequently attack.

Although it was called a Fruit city, it could also be called as Fortress City.

An ordinary city might not even withstand a single attack from mutated creature’s tides.

Not long ago, this place had just endured a large-scale siege.

Afterward, the instructors organized the students to visit the wounded guards from the city defense battle.

There was a place in the city that specifically designated for the injured people.

Those with severe injuries or disabilities as a result of the battle would be sent away to other city to receive further treatment.

A batch of them had already been sent off, but many of them still remained here.

One could imagine how many casualties occurred in each war.

And this was only a small part of it.

There’s many people who died while they’re defending the city.

But their bodies was unable to be retrieved because they are being eaten by the mutated creatures.

Even before entering the room, the students could heard the cries and the overwhelmingly negative emotions from inside.

Some students who had never experienced this were already shrinking back.

Guerrero Long, noticing this situation, turned around to face everyone.

"What? Do you all already scared? The brutality of war is far worse than what you see now. If you continue with your previous careless attitude, you’ll be the ones whose lying in there in the future."

"Now, pull yourselves together and go in there to see these heroes who have contributed to humanity."

The siege by mutated creatures hadn’t even begun yet, but everyone could already feel the instructors’s intense hostility.

Those with minor injuries wouldn’t even stay inside.

The Spiritual Cultivator weren’t actually that fragile, so those people who is lying inside mostly had severe and irrecoverable injuries.

Their limb being amputated were very common after the war.

Amalia walked behind, and she just about entering the room, when she suddenly heard a conversation nearby.

"Wanna bet on which idiot will be the first to run out and unable to handle it?"

"Bet? Of course."

"I bet it was that girl with the braided hair. Just look at how close she is going to crying, she can’t even hold it for a few seconds."

"Nobody’s betting on that fat pig? Then I’ll bet he’s the first one to crack."

"I bet that..."

Amalia glanced at them sideways, her expression turning grim.

If it was just a harmless joke, it would be fine, but they had more than just amusement on their faces; it was was a malice.

One of them noticed her gaze and cursed, "What are you looking at? We’re talking about you idiots."

Sensing the hostile aura emanating from these group, Amalia was certain that these people were doing it on purpose.

These people were boldly standing there, and looking like they were ready to stir up trouble.

Amalia couldn’t believe that they weren’t being instructed by someone.

"What’s wrong?"

Samuel Salvador noticed that Amalia hadn’t gone inside, so he had to come out to check her out.

However, he saw Amalia was standing there with a cold expression, when he followed her gaze he saw the group people that was emitting malicious auras.

Amalia coldly withdrew her gaze, "it’s nothing, i just saw a bunch of monkeys here."

Samuel Salvador instantly understood her meaning, he then smiling as he said, "There’s still free monkey shows in the central disaster zone? That’s quite unusual."

Amalia glanced at him.

She hadn’t spent much time with Samuel Salvador before, but was he always this sarcastic?

The group of people paused for a moment before they realized that Samuel Salvador was scolding them.

When they saw his face they noticed his face was unfamiliar and it seems he’s not from big family.

They exchanged glances to each other and then one of them forcefully threw something to the ground and came over.

"Who the hell are you calling monkeys? If you have a guts, say it again?"

The person was trying reached out his hand and grabbed Samuel Salvador’s clothes.

But Samuel Salvador took a step back, and still wearing his calm smile, saying: "Are you sure you want to do it in front of our instructor Long?"

The other person’s hand was froze in mid-air.