Starting Cultivation in Wasteland

Qu Jianlei remained silent, then after a while, he countered with a question, "What do you think?"

The man didn't ask further, just put down the loudspeaker and grumbled, "This road won't be passable for a while."

He didn't state the reason, but those who should understand got it.

Someone expressed indignation, "Just going in and out once, he thinks we will definitely launch a stealth attack?"

"If you're not convinced, you can try," someone beside him snarked, "Maybe you could even reason with the other side."

No reasoning at all! Too many people understood this. They wouldn't be afraid of accidentally harming a guard, how could they be compassionate?

Yet someone mumbled quietly, "This really makes going in and out very inconvenient."

"There are so many intersections," someone said weakly, "Detour then, at most it's a bit troublesome, but no one's dying."

Qu Jianlei waited until daylight broke, feeling it was about time to leave.

If they were quietly surrounded by the guards from all sides, that would be the end.

Just then, Flower Scorpion, who was responsible for vigilance, spoke up, "Someone's coming from the left side."

Qu Jianlei turned his head to take a look, found it was someone riding a motorcycle, but didn't rush to take action, just looked at the person indifferently.

The newcomer stopped and moved intermittently, always looking around with binoculars, once spotting the truck he headed directly for it.

Afterwards, the motorcycle didn't pause, slowing down only two hundred meters from the truck.

When it stopped, the motorcycle was just over one hundred meters from the truck.

The newcomer sighed softly, shook his head helplessly, "So it's Master Panda, this really surprises me."

Qu Jianlei recognized the newcomer too, he smacked his lips, "So it's Bentley, isn't it good to peacefully enjoy your twilight years?"

Bentley was a half-skilled Maintenance Master, part-time seller of materials, probably around sixty years old.

Cindy and Spencer had bought materials from him multiple times before, finding him quite easy to deal with.

He had also asked Cindy to consult Qu Jianlei on some mechanical issues, but the two had hardly communicated.

As for him recognizing Qu Jianlei wearing a face mask, it was simply because he identified the modified truck.

In the eyes of a Maintenance Master, every truck is different, he couldn't have mistaken it.

Bentley didn't pay mind to the other's threatening demeanor, instead curiously asking, "Did you take down an Impact Type Mecha?"

"That's right," Qu Jianlei nodded, then calmly stated, "You have thirty seconds to deliver your final words."

He couldn't discern the other's intentions, and his sudden appearance was truly too strange, very likely a delaying tactic.

Bentley with his cloudy old eyes stared at him, "Can I exchange information for my life?"

"Sorry," Qu Jianlei replied seriously, "I might deceive you, but that's against my principles."

For some reason, killing someone innocent was already his limit, he wouldn't lie to anyone anymore.

Even if the information might be useful, he couldn't get past it internally.

Bentley didn't get angry hearing this; instead, he chuckled, "Is it because of the third and fourth ones?"

The fact that the third and fourth were not in the vehicle indicated they could still be around the Settlement area, this information was immensely crucial.

Qu Jianlei looked at him helplessly, "You have fifteen seconds left."

"I'm here to join you," Bentley stated straightforwardly, "I have information about the Ultimate Warrior... won't you consider?"

Qu Jianlei exchanged a glance with Flower Scorpion, then slightly nodded, "Alright, you've convinced me, ride over."

Bentley didn't hesitate to ride closer; his motorcycle loaded with various large packages, truly suggesting the intention to join.

Flower Scorpion stayed on high alert, while Qu Jianlei jumped off the truck, reached out and loaded the motorcycle into the truck's bed.

Then Flower Scorpion moved to the driver's seat, leaving Bentley and Qu Jianlei face-to-face in the truck bed.

The truck started up and slowly drove off.

Bentley stared at the other for a while, then asked, "Your Divine Power... is it mutated?"

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