Chapter 110 ：The Wasteland Cargo Fleet – 2

“Old Yang, let’s take them down—those fuckers—these bastards are exactly the kind I’m after.”
Seeing how indignant Yang Zicang’s friend was, Zuo Xianfei and Xu Xiuchuan—neither of whom were known for being polite or pleasant—immediately twisted their faces with contempt.
Zuo Xianfei said, “Brother Luo, Mr. Yang hasn’t even spoken yet—look at you, getting this worked up—like you’ve got the skills to be useful or something.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Luo Bin sprang a foot high and landed on the floor.
“Looking down on your old man, are you?”
“That’s not what I meant, Brother Luo Bin.” Xu Xiuchuan added, “Just, well… hearing someone act so cut up—it’s a bit funny, that’s all. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re fine.”
Luo Bin turned his face to the young man, pointing at them indignantly and snapped out.
“Alas, me—Yang Zicang, just look at these two henchmen of yours who look down on everyone. And I was the one treating them to lunch today.”
“Enough messing around, have Ning Yang contact me; I can’t link up with him from here.”
The two were overjoyed; Zuo Feixian quickly got in touch with Ning Yang. With him stepping in, the shed owner, who was desperately pleading with a crowd for timestamps, suddenly glimpsed a sliver of hope amidst his despair.
{Master Zuo, Great Master Zuo!}
In the sensing projection, Ning Yang looked constipated as if tied up and dumped onto a wagon, marching noisily forward.
{Stop calling, Big Brother Jiazi has something to ask.}
{Jiazi Jian!}
Ning Yang’s expression tensed up.
The entire shed zone had been buzzing with tales of this thug’s notoriety, and Ning Yang had long recognized Yang Zicang’s fearsome prowess. Over these past few hours, he’d imagined more than once that if this man were willing to lend a hand, maybe he could be rescued.
But at this moment, he couldn’t help glancing up at the seven or eight cargo teams beside him, more than two hundred people. Even if each threw only a single stone, they could surely crush this so-called expert to death.
A voice appeared in his mind, and Ning Yang looked involuntarily toward the young man standing in the room where Zuo Feixian was.
A room this fine—he hadn’t seen one like it in a long time.
{Shed Master Ning, no harm done.}
[Jiazi-Jian! Hello, I… about last time, I’m sorry—Captain Jia was too impulsive then.]
Ning Yang lowered his head.
{So it was Captain Jia acting on his own accord.}
Ning Yang’s face turned grim.
The cart jolted, and he thought, regardless of whether it would succeed, he had to at least try—and now was not the time to dwell on that.
Ning Yang pleaded inwardly:
[Jiazi Interval, I beg you, save us. Those people from the Wasteland Wagon Cargo Fleet are all ruthless killers who wouldn’t blink an eye. No matter how vigilant I’ve been, I still couldn’t stop them from sniffing out our encampment.]
Distressed and indignant, Ning Yang now saw the Jiazi Interval as almost his only hope.
How could those people in the encampment possibly have amassed season points out of thin air—let alone as much as forty thousand points?
According to Captain Jia, some have already started fleeing for their lives, fearing that their own encampment might be the Wasteland Wagon Cargo Fleet’s next target.
And there were also those trying to make a move on Aya.
Damn all these beasts—they’ve eaten and drunk his food in better times, yet now amid crisis, they’ve even set their sights on his woman.
After a moment’s silence on the other end, the young man’s voice came through.
{How long can you still hold out?}
“I…”
As soon as Ning Yang opened his mouth, he caught Zhao Qi’s indifferent gaze sweeping toward him, and immediately shut it again.
[I don’t know. They’re dealing with a small settlement over twenty miles away. Most likely the deadline is no later than that settlement’s fall.]
In the room, Yang Zicang had already seen the situation on Ning Yang’s side through Zuo Feixian’s Mental Link.
Estimating the number of people over there, Yang Zicang said, “Too bad I don’t know how many season points they have, or how many experts there are.”
If this were in a city, it would indeed be a troublesome matter; with the slightest carelessness, one might exceed ten thousand chronos and vanish.
But this is the Lost Frequency Land.
Yang Zicang did the math; though the other side had many people, it seemed it might actually be feasible.
Ning Yang quickly indicated that a few cargo team leaders likely had higher chronos counts, and he also informed Yang Zicang about the two men with red light on their bodies.
After speaking, Ning Yang felt as if all his energy had drained away.
No matter how impressive the Jiaz Chamber was, it couldn’t stand against two to three hundred people, especially since he was now nearly two hundred kilometers away at the Unworried Goods Trade Zone.
His gaze scattered as he stared at the sky.
“Ning Yang, you’re finished.”
He murmured to himself.
……
After the connection was cut, Yang Zicang remarked that it was a pity Liangxi wasn’t here, or else he could have trained his skills.
Zuo Feixian’s eyes widened immediately. “So that Liangxi is also a skilled fighter on your side?”
Luo Bin coughed, closed his eyes, and puffed out his chest. “Not bad. He barely qualifies as a skilled fighter, almost matching my level.”
Yang Zicang nodded. “Mm, with you here, the two of us should be able to settle this quickly. But who knows if Ning Yang can hold on that long.”
“This is his trial; whether he lives or dies depends on fate.”
It was only three in the afternoon, still far from eleven o’clock.
He left the room, and the model on his chest connected with Mo Li at the Hub Town.
Mo Li and Boppoli, who were attending a concert, widened their eyes and then let out a low chuckle.
For them, earning time sequence is the most important thing, and now, Yang Zicang has indeed brought him another opportunity to acquire more.
Although killing someone in a video area does not grant their lifespan, it doesn’t say that active transfer is forbidden.
“Impressive, daring to target a large organization of over two hundred people.”
What could be more pleasing than having a powerhouse among your team?
……
The Horse Bandit Cargo Fleet.
Zhao Qi approached the man in the gray-and-white trench coat.
“Brother A Li, I reckon there’s not much to squeeze out of those few guys I’ve got.”
“Too bad the well engine was stolen; otherwise, that thing would’ve been worth at least five or six thousand time sequences.”
In the advancing column, another man in red rode over on a beast.
“Shi Shuangbing, after this job, I want to leave for a while and relax at Gaoyuan Shed.” A Li said grimly to the grinning man.
Shi Shuangbing smirked: “Suit yourself. While you’re gone, I’ll be second in command. Take your time playing; it’s fine if you never come back. I’d enjoy using that treasure of yours myself.”
“Hahaha!”
The sky grew increasingly dark. Six or seven hours later, a settlement of dozens of haphazard wooden houses appeared on the horizon.
At that moment, over a hundred poorly clothed people had already gathered outside the settlement, gripping weapons in stern readiness.
Gazing at the cart convoy surging towards them like a torrent, the shed master Song Zilin’s expression grew heavy.
“Shed Master Song, it’s… they’re…”
“Could it be? The Horse Bandit Cargo Fleet.”
The crowd stirred, many trembling with fear.
The opposite convoy stopped, and one person shouted forward, “Hand over 50,000 temporal points; if you don’t, everyone dies!”
Gasps erupted, the crowd was terrified.
Eleven o’clock at night.
[Woooo—]
Yang Zicang opened his eyes in the room.
Several people around him had already packed their things and entered, including Teacher Chen and the others still confused about why they weren’t allowed to sleep.
A gust of wind swept through the room, and a train door materialized on the wall.
Yang Zicang walked in first; after the remaining people tossed their minimal luggage upward, Xu Xiuchuan nudged Teacher Chen with his elbow.
“What are you spacing out for? Get on the bus, we’re off to earn some temporal points.”
“Huh, oh, what?”
Before he could say more, Luo Bin simply lifted him up and tossed him onto the vehicle—in Luo Bin’s hands, this scrawny guy could be easily carried with one arm.
The train shot into the air and vanished in an instant.
At the top floor of the tallest brick-and-stone building in the Carefree Trade Zone,
A beautiful young woman in a gray long dress stood silently by the window, gazing at the direction Yang Zicang had left.
{He’s gone…}
On the cabinet next to her, a pale red plush toy only as tall as an arm shook its two long ears and shouted loudly, it’s grinning.
{Hahaha, your plan failed again, hee-hee-hee.}
Suddenly, it fell silent.
The door was pushed open, revealing The Shed Master Wuyou’s chubby figure. He licked his lips and smiled at the graceful silhouette by the window. “Jirou, still awake? Were you waiting for me?”
A trace of pain flickered across the girl’s face, but by the time she turned around, a smile had already appeared on her lips.
“Yes, how could I sleep without you? It’s rare for you to come see me today.”
“Heh heh, I’ve kept my darling waiting.”
Wuyou stepped forward, took her pale but icy hand, and led her toward the wide, soft bed.
……
By the time Zuo Feixian regained contact with Ning Yang, that man had grown somewhat neurotic, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Within the sensory image, it was as if hell had opened. The notorious Desert Caravan wasn’t made entirely of elites, and when faced with desperate resistance, this place became a meat grinder.
Within an hour, dozens had been killed or wounded here. Those who extorted timings were immediately ordered to invest their timings into their squad leader’s caravan. If the squad leader had too many timings, they would then invest them into the deputy squad leader’s, and so on.
Newcomers were always relegated to the very bottom, unless a newer newcomer arrived under their command.
Through the sensory image, YangZicang noted the squad leaders of these seven caravans, as well as those who had received the timings.
On the vehicle, once Chen’s teacher had gotten over the initial excitement, he asked, “Jiazi Jian, where exactly are we heading?”
“To save someone.”
……
Ning Yang watched the battle before him in a state of quivering terror, the lowly members of these grand caravans no better than straw, driven by their squad leaders to join the fray.
The shed district, established only about a year ago on the opposite side, had already developed more people and houses than their own.
Was it because of their shed master?
He looked over at the man tirelessly fighting on the other side.
That shed master alone had slashed more than ten of their people to death, but those in charge of the Desert Vehicles seemed utterly indifferent to the loss of their own—even after nearly an hour and a half, they had yet to step in.
The opposing Shed Master Song, sheathed in a golden glow thanks to the low-grade Chrono Weapon in his hand, hadn’t had his timeline canceled out too much. In just a few minutes, he had taken down two more enforcers from the major cargo fleet, with fairly decent skill.
“Keep it up, everyone! They’re not invincible—we can win!”
The crowd frantically activated their models and abilities, but most of them were people with unremarkable skills; otherwise, why would they come to this frequency-dead zone?