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Chapter 66: Jungle Law! (4/4)
Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Jungle Law! (4/4)
"You’re saying... a new survivor base sprung up out of nowhere at Linghu Wetland Park right under our watch?"
The flame in the fire bowl flickered.
A man as burly as a bear sat on a human-skin chair, his chin resting lazily against his slightly clenched right fist, expressionlessly gazing down at the servant on the steps below after hearing the report.
His name was "Bear," just like the twisted muscles on his body; every cell of his seemed born for violence.
Most Looters of the Blood Hand Clan didn’t have names, except for the clan leader or the Centurion granted a name by the leader.
Following the tradition from the last century, the chiefs of the Blood Hand Clan often only had a single-character name.
For instance, the one before his predecessor was named "Snake," who was blinded and thrown into the subway by "Eagle" to be devoured by the Eaters.
Later, "Eagle" was ripped in half at the waist by "Bear," who crushed his neck and hung him on a street lamp after dousing him with oil.
Now that body was gone, only the ugly skull left, which he used to prop up the fire bowl.
Here, the law of the jungle was observed, where the strong rule as kings.
And he was undoubtedly the strongest.
And the most brutal!
The man crouching at the foot of the steps dared not lift his head, his voice low as he murmured.
"The livestock delayed a bit while preparing the tribute for you, and we restarted our journey at dusk. There are Variants hunting in the urban areas, and we were afraid of hurting the livestock meant for your tribute, so we took a detour around Rhombus Lake."
"We thought it was an isolated place, but as soon as we went in, we found tracks of people. My partner and I followed them and eventually discovered a hidden settlement in a forest."
"How many people?"
The man’s forehead touched the floor tiles.
"No more than thirty!"
Hearing this number, a hint of disdain flashed in Bear’s eyes, his face showing little interest.
Just thirty people.
Excluding the elderly, women, and children, the number of adult men who could fight might only be half of that number.
Such survivor bases usually didn’t have much to offer.
In other words, they weren’t even qualified to be livestock.
Wait for a good day and send some youngsters over, slaughter the old and the young, capture the men and women to become slaves. When heavy snow blocks the roads in winter, it’s the perfect time to find some entertainment indoors.
If there’s a shortage of meat, they could kill some for cooking.
"What about the tribute?"
"It has been delivered to your room!"
At last, a grin appeared on Bear’s impatient face.
That smile was chilling, even the flames in the bowl seemed to shiver slightly.
"Very good, you may leave."
The man hurriedly asked.
"What about the base by Rhombus Lake..."
Bear waved his hand impatiently.
"We’ll talk about it tomorrow after I wake up."
"Yes..."
The bowing man meekly responded, a bitter smile in his heart, but not daring to complain.
By the time you wake up...
It might already be this time tomorrow.
...
Early morning.
Just a short distance from Bet Street, List, who had ordered the Commercial Team to stop and wait, glanced at the watch on his left wrist.
It was a gadget he had recently purchased.
Through the transparent case, he could see multiple gold and silver hands, as well as gears smoothly rotating under them.
It was not just for telling time; this watch also integrated a compass, speedometer, Geiger counter, and other features... although most people who could afford such "luxury" items usually had no use for them.
List couldn’t help but wonder.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before he would acquire a ticket to the upper echelons of Giant Stone City’s society?
He had long grown tired of being a trader, especially as the activities of Looters, Mutants, and Variants became more frequent in recent years, forcing him to spend more on bodyguards and insurance.
And then there was dealing with these country folk.
Perhaps he should learn from the big shots in the Inner City, hand his business over to lower-class people to manage, and use his free time to elevate his own taste.
What was that saying again...
Right!
Class jumping!
"Hasn’t anyone taught these natives the concept of punctuality?"
The agreed time had already passed by two minutes.
Yet, the person hadn’t appeared with the items he needed.
List couldn’t help but think that maybe the guy was already dead, considering Mutated Leeches weren’t exactly easy to deal with.
Just then, a figure appeared at the street corner.
"Chu Guang sent me; he said he had an agreement with you to sell you some blue mushrooms."
Yu Hu emerged from the corner of the street, showing his empty hands to indicate he was not carrying weapons and bore no hostility.
Previously, Chu Guang had instructed him to relay this message to List if he saw "General Lee’s Commercial Team" at Bet Street, and then lead him to Linghu Wetland Park.
If List refused, then it was to be left at that.
List’s eyes narrowed.
"Where is he?"
"He couldn’t come here," Yu Hu shook his head, "he has left Bet Street and is now living with his companions."
It took List about three seconds to weigh the risks and rewards.
Twenty kilograms of Blue Umbrella Mushrooms was worth the risk.
"Lead the way."
Yu Hu nodded cautiously.
"Please follow me."
...
Today, the average temperature outside the shelter had dropped to thirteen degrees which, for the humid air of the south, was still somewhat uncomfortable.
The chilly wind was enough to make people’s skin crawl.
The shelter’s coats were made of a special self-adapting thermal material that felt like rubber but was as light and flexible as synthetic fiber. Between 5 and 35 degrees Celsius, the material itself could insulate against the cold or conduct heat in higher temperatures.
Thus, some people were still hopping around despite the cold wind, while some lizards were freezing up due to poor networking.
"This Game is still not very realistic," Night Ten sighed lightly, looking up at the sky, "I’m from the south. With this temperature and wind, I wouldn’t normally feel like this."
"Why don’t you try taking off your clothes!" Garbage King, shivering from the cold, was currently wrapped in a thick deerskin coat, constantly hopping to warm himself up.
Night Ten glanced at him, as if looking at an idiot.
"Why would I do that?"
Garbage King: "%&@!"
Although the weather was getting colder, it was still a day of great joy for the Cow and Horse team.
Just before logging off yesterday, their total savings had already reached 200 silver coins, enough to buy land.
As for why they hadn’t logged on during the day?
Partly because Wild Wind and Old White had to work during the day and only had time to play games at night. Another reason was that, according to Fang Chang’s analysis, it was night when they logged on during the day in the server, not suitable for hunting. It was better to stay offline, conserving their characters’ "energy" for the daytime in the server.
Daytime was the prime time for hunter players!
"Respected Manager, sir, we would like to buy a plot of land."
Arriving in front of the Manager, Fang Chang respectfully spoke, his hands presenting the silver coins they and his teammates had earned over several days.
"Here are 200 silver coins, adding up to 20 square meters from myself and my teammates."
Nearby players cast envious glances at Fang Chang.
silver coins!
Enough to buy two guns!
Chu Guang nodded as he took the moneybag from Fang Chang, then handed him a notebook, speaking in an official tone.
"Personal purchases of land must be adjacent, the length and width cannot differ by three times, and the shape must be square and regular. Group purchases can be merged, and attention must be paid during alterations and construction to not harm the facilities within the base or affect other residents."
A normal person wouldn’t choose an odd shape, but players can’t always be expected to think like normal people, so setting detailed rules also saves time.
He would teach this to Xiao Qi later.
It’s quite troublesome to always say it himself.
"Can it be any location?" If possible, Fang Chang wanted to buy right at the main entrance to connect directly to the sole exit point.
Chu Guang replied,
"Only within the planned range."
The main roads leading to the four gates from the sanatorium were zoned as roads, and the open space in front of the sanatorium was marked as a plaza... these were all noted in the notebook.
Fang Chang, taking the notebook, felt a bit disappointed though he had anticipated this.
Indeed, freedom is a relative concept, especially in online games. Game teams wouldn’t let players exploit loopholes, as a server is not just for one person.
Even if someone exploited a loophole, it could be fixed like a bug.
Sigh.
I really want to play the single-player version of Wasteland OL.
That would be awesome!
After some choosing, the Cow and Horse sub-team finally selected a 30 square meter plot of land closest to the sanatorium’s main entrance.
The reason for the 30 square meters was because just now, Garbage King and Brother Mosquito had also joined them.
Initially, Garbage King couldn’t come up with 50 silver coins, but Brother Mosquito loaned him 40 silver, adding up to his own 10 coins, just enough.
Garbage King said with a moved expression,
"Bro, thanks a lot!"
"You’re welcome, two silver coins of interest per month."
"What! There’s interest?!"
"What else?" Brother Mosquito glanced at him, chuckling, "Just think of it as a mortgage, it’s only a five percent interest rate per month."
Garbage King: "MMP!"
Brother Mosquito: "What did you say?"
Garbage King: "I said you’re MVP!"
Is this guy really a furniture salesman in real life?
Not only does he know how to make gunpowder and bows, but he also charges high interest...
Chu Guang listened with a weird expression on his face, feeling that this person was very sharp but couldn’t really say anything.
Whatever he does in ’real’ life.
After all, he was just an unemotional NPC.
"Manager, sir!"
"Are you here to buy land too?" Chu Guang asked the player in front of him.
"Uh, I’d like to, but I haven’t saved enough money or contribution yet," the player scratched his head sheepishly before quickly remembering his purpose and speaking rapidly, "Lots of people have come to the south side of the sanatorium, about ten or so!"
Chu Guang was slightly startled.
"That many people?"
And from the south too.
Could it be...
"And there are over twenty cows! They’re carrying loads of stuff on their backs!"
Before the player could finish, Chu Guang immediately picked 5 bronze coins from the moneybag and tossed them into his hand.
"Go to the warehouse, get twenty kilograms of Blue Mushrooms, and meet me at the south gate."
Joyfully accepting the reward, the player respectfully took on the task.
"As you command, Manager, sir!"
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