To avoid drawing too much attention, Su Mo took off his Sasser No. 1 formal suit and handed it to Dongdong, then grabbed the clothes from the gang members and changed into them, seizing their modified off-road vehicle in the process to head towards the Rust Wall District Public Security Bureau.

Earlier in the city center, it didn’t feel like much, but the farther he drove toward the distant Rust Wall District, the more chaotic it seemed.

Along the way, he frequently saw masked criminals looting convenience stores for free, grabbing bags and packages to run away.

Gangs beat pedestrians in groups of three or five, snatching wallets and kicking several times more, outrageously arrogant.

Modified cars and motorcycles raced along the highway, disregarding traffic rules, with armed thugs leaning out of the car windows shouting weird screams and shooting aimlessly at the surroundings.

When two groups of thugs crossed paths, instead of becoming tense like at the border, they acted like brothers, joining arms to form temporary gangs and committing larger atrocities.

Though public order in the Rust Wall District was always bad, with theft and robbery occurring now and then, it was never as concentrated as now.

Even the border, let alone the Inner City, rarely saw such large-scale riots.

When Su Mo traversed several blocks and finally reached the Rust Wall District Public Security Bureau, the place had completely changed.

Thousands of thugs gathered here, heads jostling everywhere in a frantic revelry, wearing different uniforms and belonging to different groups.

The thugs wielding homemade Molotov cocktails lit cloth strips and hurled them toward the shattered Public Security Bureau windows.

In the chorus of shattering sounds, flames soared from every window, thick black smoke spreading like demonic claws, and the air was filled with the smell of burning.

The plants and flowers in the courtyard of the Public Security Bureau burned brightly, thugs stamping through the blaze to assault the patrol cars parked in the garage, jumping, smashing, and trampling, before working together to overturn them, smashing the vehicles into scrap metal.

Thugs carrying flags climbed onto the front door roof, stepping on the symbol of the Public Security Bureau’s full moon emblem, fervently waving their flags, emitting wolf-like howls: “Awooo—Awooo—”

The black flags fluttered amid the smoke and soot, the red wolf head printed on them swaying vividly, like a ferocious wolf baring its fangs.

“Bang!” Suddenly, a window of the Public Security Bureau flashed with fire.

A bullet pierced the flag-bearing thug’s chest; his body stiffened, spewing blood as he fell heavily to the ground.

The gunfire didn’t suppress the thugs’ restlessness; instead, it made them even more enraged.

Someone rushed over to cover the shot thug; more people picked up Molotov cocktails again, dozens of incendiary bottles smashed into that window, flames instantly filling the entire room.

“Ah! Ah!!!” The screams erupted as a burning figure plummeted from the window.

“Bang, bang, bang, bang—” Countless bullets shot towards him from all directions, instantly claiming the life of this resister, with filthy blood staining the scorched sheriff badge red.

In the distance, Su Mo stared blankly at the inferno enveloped Public Security Bureau.

This institution, once meant to deter criminals, has now become a thug’s carnival scene.

“So many thugs?! Damn… It can’t be that ‘that incident’ happened ahead of schedule, right…”

Suppressing his inner agitation, Su Mo stepped out of the car and approached a thug, pretending to be streetwise and greeted, “Hey there, brother, pretty lively huh.”

Wearing street-style clothes, the thug immediately took him for one of their own, face full of excitement and ecstasy: “Brother, why now? Check it out! We’ve smashed the Public Security Bureau!”

“Hahahaha! Those dog sheriffs finally get their day? Awesome! It’s *totally awesome* at the Civilized Border! Now they know the might of us borderlands folks?!”

To confirm his suspicions, Su Mo began to laugh while fishing for information, “I just crawled out from the sewer, where did you guys come from?”

Laughing, the thug mocked, “Brother, why are you still crawling in the sewer? Boss Fenrir already pierced through the rust wall, just charged straight in!”

Su Mo fell silent upon hearing this.

The storyline now truly is…

Wolf King breaks the wall, Rust Wall collapses!

This is an incident of profound significance in the Dawn Realm, greatly altering the course of future events.

But it shouldn’t have been today!

It should be a week later, on October 10!

The storyline happened ahead of schedule, there’s only one possibility…

That terrifying term appeared in Su Mo’s mind again—

Worldline Shift!

Just like during the last TL730 incident, because of his interference by traversing into this world, many developments diverged from the original course under the butterfly effect.

And in this storyline, the worldline has shifted once more!

As if to validate Su Mo’s thoughts, the thug gathered the crowd, looking respectful and said, “We once thought Wangya Nest was king, but we were wrong.”

“Wangya Nest can only let everyone scrape by at the border, but Boss Fenrir can pierce through the rust wall, bringing us back to the city!”

“For how many years, the New Moon City authorities abandoned us, building the rust wall to isolate us outside.”

“Inner City People look down on us, thinking border folks are all inferior, treating us like trash, occupying the city high above, even unwilling to breathe the same air as us.”

“But now, we’ve returned! Boss Fenrir broke through that towering wall, bringing us back!”

“Tonight, we shall reclaim everything belonging to border folks in blood and fire! New Moon City will tremble before us!!!”

The thug gazed passionately at the sky, as if peering through the firmament at the great Wolf King, shouting hoarsely:

“Wolf Raid is our king!!!”

“Awooo! Awooo!! Awooo!!…” Wolf howls rose and fell, everyone imitating the unique slogan of the Wolf Raid group.

Under the night sky, it seemed like a pack of wolves were roaring and howling, cries echoing across the heavens.

At this moment, Su Mo’s mind was in a mess, various information began to emerge from the depths of his memory.

The Rust Wall collapse marks the first super-large event in the game’s main storyline at the Dawn Realm.

Wolf King Fenrir pierced the Rust Wall singlehandedly, not only as a declaration of force but also profoundly altering the process of selecting the King of the Borderlands.

The selection of the King of the Borderlands is complex, filled with intrigue and deceit.

Yet it’s simple, merely the choosing of a group to lead the development of the borderlands.

What kind of group will be chosen as the King of the Borderlands?

It’s simple, the most convincing group.

What kind of group is most convincing?

Even simpler, the group that brings the most benefits to everyone.

The borderlands turned into today’s mess due to not only the authorities abandoning them in policy, but also the Rust Wall being a significant factor that cannot be ignored.

The Rust Wall physically isolates the prosperous Inner City from the impoverished, backward borderlands.

As long as this wall stands, borderland groups can’t vastly influence the Inner City besides doing petty theft and smuggling, surviving like rodents in crevices.

The Border Isolation Decree was issued 50 years ago, with a dozen groups becoming the border’s king.

But including the current Wangya Nest, most could only improve the border, with no king ever leading everyone out of the border.

Inner City People eat meat, border folks can only sip soup, and it’s the stinking soup Inner City People discard after drinking.

But now, everything has changed.

Wolf King Fenrir pierced the Rust Wall, meaning this towering barrier of 50 years is effectively rendered useless from this moment.

Inner City People can repair the Rust Wall, Fenrir can pierce it time and again.

The Rust Wall may still stand there, but it no longer serves as a real blockade.

Under the Wolf King’s might, it’s as thin as paper, easily pierced.

No matter Wangya Nest’s prior influence, from the moment the Rust Wall falls, every border folk’s heart has a new king.

But…

Su Mo knows Wangya Nest is not to be trifled with.

In response to Wolf Raid’s earth-shattering move, Wangya Nest will take an even more astonishing action…

Su Mo looked toward the Lakefront Business District, solemnly saying, “Something is going to happen at the Moonlight Mansion…”

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