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Chapter 270 - 51 Hunting Invitation (Request for Monthly Ticket)_3

Chapter 270: Chapter 51 Hunting Invitation (Request for Monthly Ticket)_3

"How could this be, Auntie actually gave the money..."

"No, maybe it’s an accident, or she forgot, or there wasn’t enough time..."

Her thoughts were slightly chaotic; Gu Pan closed her eyes and, somewhat incredulously, asked, "Auntie, have you seen Xu Shu?"

Upon hearing this, Gu Yue Ming couldn’t help but shake her head; although her daughter wouldn’t admit it, it was clear that her heart was completely entrusted to that boy.

While washing up inside, she replied, "I’ve seen him, don’t worry. The task you entrusted me with, I’ve taken care of it all for you."

"Oh."

Is that so!

Gu Pan looked at the over two million newly placed in the wardrobe.

Auntie was lying!

She even used her own bag!

Why would she...

After a moment’s silence, Gu Pan couldn’t figure out the reason, but she silently took out the bag of money and hid it on her person.

She then restored the secret compartment to its original state, making it impossible to tell that it had been tampered with.

Finally, she left the room, glanced at the figure behind the semi-transparent frosted glass door as if she had made some kind of decision, then turned and returned to her own room, locking the door behind her.

Only Gu Yue Ming was left, silently scrubbing... scrubbing...

...

"Also, bring me two of those milk bottles."

Xu Shu pointed to the food on the shelf, calmly directing Brook to work.

Next to the hall, there was a gambling area from before, but since those fake gambling enthusiasts, members of the Black Emperor’s son, were all killed by Xu Shu, this place no longer buzzed with activity. Only a few people languidly played dice games for entertainment.

Thinking about it, even on a relatively relaxed night, how many Scavengers would gamble here? Disgusted with having too much money? Not robbed enough?

Among those who come, even those from merchant caravans were hard-pressed; who would be idle and bored enough to gamble?

Xu Shu thought back and realized that the bustling gambling scene when he first arrived already seemed off.

It seems that the original odd situation must be related to a member of the Black Emperor’s son who is a Transcendent—their profession was "Gambling."

Too bad the Promotion Drive wasn’t left behind; Xu Shu couldn’t find out more, guessing that they must have the ability to "induce others’ desire to gamble."

On the other side of the hall, there were many square dining tables, forming the dine-in restaurant where many people who came for transactions were eating.

They were grouped in threes or twos, sitting dispersed with several tables between each group, being wary of each other.

This was normal in the Wasteland; during the day, they are on edge for possible monster appearances, and at night, in unfamiliar places, they naturally remain tense.

Sometimes, their own kind do not bring them more security than monsters.

Xu Shu didn’t bother going back to his room to eat; it was too much trouble. Instead, he carried his plate and found a window seat where no one else was sitting.

Due to the crowd, they served rather good hot dishes today, with plenty of meat, a balanced offering of meat and veggies, and also milk.

Noticing he subconsciously grabbed an extra bottle of milk, Xu Shu suddenly realized and couldn’t help but crack a smile.

Almost forgot, he’s now on his own, no need for two bottles.

Having taken one extra was fine because he was out of money, and the meal was quite lavish, but... it was free.

Of course, it was free, it had to be free.

After all, the inn was now called Li Fengtian Inn.

If they have any issues, they’ll come to me for help... Xu Shu found no issue with that.

It made sense.

A bite of noodles, paired with a sip of hot, thick soup, and a bit of their specialty smoked sausage, as well as what seemed to be a rather coarsely made pork chop.

Xu Shu couldn’t help but reflect, if there was a sufficient supply of goods, life in the Wasteland wouldn’t be that hard to bear.

Of course, this was just wishful thinking; most of the time, they rely on instant noodles and various canned compressed foods to get by.

When he was almost eighty percent full, a man in his mid-thirties to early forties, wearing an army green camouflage uniform, came over and sat down, very familiarly, across Xu Shu.

He had a rough face, sculpted by frost and fire, with sharp features, white skin, dark yellow hair, and light brown eyes.

Seeing Xu Shu glance up, the middle-aged man greeted warmly,

"Mr. Li Fengtian? Hello, I’m Matthew, a Wasteland Hunter. I heard you’re in charge here now, heh, interested in working together on a big score?"

Hearing himself addressed by his "name," Xu Shu finally looked up.

Wasteland Hunter?

If he remembered correctly, these were people who had completed their service with the Patrol Soldiers or the garrison?

Essentially there wasn’t much difference from the Scavengers, but since some of them were Transcendents (former squad leaders), the name naturally distinguished them from the Scavengers.

Wasteland hunting—it sounds rather murderous.

Xu Shu looked at him, then glanced at Brook at the inn’s front desk.

He remembered catching a glimpse of the man talking to Brook from the corner of his eye.

"What’s up?" Xu Shu asked, neither confirming nor denying any interest.

Matthew fell silent for two seconds then said, "Planning to hunt a Werewolf, interested?"