He Mu ignored the people who were sizing him up and walked straight toward the deepest part of the Red Mist Alliance.
It didn't take long before he arrived at a bar with a rough decorating style. Red bricks were even exposed on the walls.
This bar was the Red Mist Bar, and it was the office of the Red Mist Alliance, which was usually responsible for dealing with monsters, issuing quests, and a series of other trivial matters.
In order to become a member of the Red Mist Alliance, one must first register here.
Smelling the faint scent of blood and alcohol from inside the bar, He Mu turned around and took a deep breath before walking in.
It was daytime, and there were only three occupied tables of people.
The floor of the bar was somewhat special with countless small holes that were crimson on the inside. Rather than being part of the decoration, they seemed to be used to discharge some kind of liquid.
After scanning the battle-scarred-style environment inside this bar, He Mu looked at the counter in the distance.
Behind the counter sat a huge and fat middle-aged man with a full beard. He laid his body on the counter and smiled at his phone with a rather lewd expression.
He Mu witnessed it and walked toward the counter.
Upon sensing someone approaching, the fat middle-aged man raised his eyelids and casually asked: "What's up? Are you here to report a sighting of a monster?"
"No, I'm trying to register as a member of the Red Mist Alliance."
He Mu said, taking out his ID card and placing it on the counter.
Becoming a member of the Red Mist Alliance was a prerequisite for spending money within the organization.
But the Red Mist Alliance was, after all, a free social organization, so becoming a member wouldn't restrict one's freedom, nor would they be given any tasks.
Therefore, almost all the Red Mist Fighters joined the Red Mist Alliance.
Hearing that He Mu was trying to register as a member, the fat middle-aged man put down his phone, sat up straight, and started scanning him up and down.
After looking at him for about 10 seconds, he asked with a serious expression: "Are you a Red Mist Fighter?"
"It hasn't been long since I became one."
He Mu stretched out his hand and clenched his fist.
A moment later, a trace of faintly discernible red mist seeped out.
The fat middle-aged man witnessed it and laughed with some surprise: "Hey! Your face is as fair as a young lady's; I didn't think you were really a Red Mist Fighter."
Saying that, he picked up He Mu's ID card.
Just after a glance, the smile on his face froze.
"Military district… He Mu…?"
After reciting it a few times, he seemed to suddenly recall something, and his eyes abruptly widened.
Then, he looked at a few tables not far away, came a little closer to He Mu, and asked with a lowered voice: "Is He Feng related to you?"
"He's my big brother."
He Mu answered frankly.
The fat middle-aged man's pupils shrank slightly when he heard his response, and without saying a word, he pulled the computer next to him over and crackled at the keyboard.
Then, he carefully checked the information displayed on the screen.
After a long time, he muttered: "He Mu. Age 18. Disabled due to injury at an early age. Nancheng's key help target… You're really He Feng's younger brother!"
He Mu was silent on the side.
No matter how his big brother died, he had nothing to hide in his identity.
"Look at you, not only have you healed your injury, but you've also become a Red Mist Fighter… Your He family sure has a lot of talents. It's just a pity that He Feng…"
The fat middle-aged man sighed deeply after coming back to his senses and helped He Mu with the registration.
It didn't take long for him to make a Red Mist Alliance ID and place it on the counter.
This document was very simple with minimal information on it. It had a photo, a string of numbers, and also a stamp of the Red Mist Alliance.
"You know how to download the Red Mist Alliance software, right? The electronic documents and other information are all in the software. The account number is the number on the ID, and the default password is the last six digits of your ID card."
The fat middle-aged man took out his phone and pointed to an icon on his phone and instructed.
"Yes, this will do. Thanks… How should I address you?"
"You can call me Uncle Li; that's what He Feng used to call me."
The fat middle-aged man said, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, and pulled out another one for He Mu.
But soon, he immediately withdrew his hand at the thought of He Mu just recovering from a serious illness.
After lighting the cigarette in his mouth, the fat middle-aged man exhaled a smoke ring and said in a somewhat despondent tone.
"He Feng had a few years of dealing with me before he joined the army."
Hearing this, He Mu saw an opportunity, and immediately asked, "Then Uncle Li, can I ask you about a few things?"
"Go ahead."
The fat middle-aged man flicked his cigarette ash and looked at He Mu.
"Uncle Li, in my current situation, besides taking the college entrance exam and joining the army, is there any other way for me to go to Lingzhou City?"
He Mu instantly asked his most curious question.
The fat middle-aged man listened with a slight frown. Of course, he could guess what He Mu's intention to go to Lingzhou City was.
After a moment of contemplation, he replied: "There are actually other channels within the Red Mist Alliance, but your city contribution value needs to reach 100 before you gain access to them.
"When the time comes, you can apply to move to another city. As long as it's not the capital, your application will most likely be accepted.
"But I still recommend that you participate in next year's college entrance exam. A hundred city contribution points isn't a lot, but it's enough to keep an ordinary Red Mist Fighter busy for two to three years, not to mention that you are a key help target. You will be able to gain admission with a lower score. If…"
At that moment, the fat middle-aged man took a sharp puff of smoke and waved his hand.
"Sigh, never mind, let's not talk about it."
Although he didn't continue speaking, He Mu knew what he wanted to say.
If his big brother was honorably killed in battle, then he, a family member of a militant, wouldn't even have to take the college entrance exam and could directly enroll in all the universities in the country for non-focused majors.
Phew…
Exhaling a breath, He Mu calmly asked: "Uncle Li, what does the city contribution value mean?"
"Oh, about that… Look at these."
The fat middle-aged man turned the computer screen around, tapped the keyboard, and soon a list appeared on the screen with a variety of tasks.
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Looking at the messages, He Mu clearly realized what the concept of 100 city contribution value was.
It was very unlikely that he could attain it in a short period of time.
But if he waited for next year's college entrance exam…
A year would have passed, and the possibility of going to Lingzhou City again to find clues would be greatly reduced.
At this thought, He Mu couldn't help but ask: "Uncle Li, is there really no other way?"
The fat middle-aged man responded: "This is a conventional channel. There are also unconventional ones, but it depends on the timing.
"For instance, a month ago, the capital was in an urgent shortage of chefs who can cook monster flesh. An old acquaintance of mine took advantage of this opportunity and headed to the capital."
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"How about this? Go back and prepare well for next year's college entrance exam, and if a similar opportunity arises, I'll let you know."
Hearing this, He Mu squeezed out a smile and said, "Thanks a lot then, Uncle Li."
"You're welcome, your big brother and I are close acquaintances."
"Uncle Li, I have one more question."
Said He Mu, pointing to the computer screen.
"Can I take on this mission?"
The fat middle-aged man's expression changed abruptly, as though hesitant. But a moment later, he said helplessly: "By right, you can. But… Forget it, I will find it for you."
He said and crackled at the keyboard again.
This time, it went on for a full minute and he turned the screen to He Mu.
"Do this mission instead, this isn't too dangerous."
He Mu listened and looked at the screen.
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After reading this mission, He Mu was somewhat tempted.
The mind-interfering monsters that appeared in the city were basically very weak, with some of them having less than 1 combat power.
In addition, mind-interfering monsters had a very high research value. If captured and sent to the Red Mist Alliance, one could earn tens of thousands and upwards of hundreds of thousands.
The fact that Uncle Li had specially picked out so many tasks with low risks and high rewards made He Mu feel thankful.