Chapter 113: The Wasteland Wagon Cargo Fleet -5

A Li’s model connected with the distant figure. Through the telepathic link, the true leader of the Wasteland Wagon Cargo Fleet calmly surveyed YangZicang’s form, deeply imprinting the young man’s image in his mind.
{Come back, he who walks often by the river will inevitably get wet shoes. This time, you’ve run into someone you shouldn’t mess with.}
Suddenly, the figure in the sensing vision froze.
{Watch out. No, Second Brother, farewell forever.}
“What!”
Boom!
A burst of flames exploded, smoke and dust rising over the dark land. Several men behind A Li were instantly engulfed in flames, screaming as they rolled on the ground.
Yang Zicang’s figure vanished in the wind, reappearing before A Li.
“Secret technique? Why would someone like you appear here!”
His model materialized.
This man’s body exploded with countless glass shards, shooting toward Yang Zicang ahead like a burst.
Clang clank clang!
The glass hurled over without cost, instantly filling the space in front of Yang Zicang with layers of tempered, ordinary, thin, thick, frosted, jade-green, or tea-colored glass fragments.
Rumble, rumble! The time-series-attached glass exploded, sending countless particles flying and dancing.
[Scheduling!]
[Locus presentation, Hundreds Tens and Ones!]
[999 units.]
Whisper whisper whisper!
The train crashed in, encapsulating Yang Zicang within its body, instantly vanishing from his original spot into thin air.
The moment he was swallowed by the train, countless glass shards surged in, pitter-pattering against the inside of the carriage.
[I offset 1238N]
“So it’s real glass, your ability is to contain them?”
Yang Zicang appeared behind the burst of countless glass shards.
“Ha, compared to a friend of mine, your glass might only make you a supplier of construction materials.”
A Li trembled in shock; the tons of glass he had shot had only offset over a thousand units of time series.
Countless times before, disguised as a strongman, he had ambushed who knows how many people with this move, yet today his opponent showed no fear at all toward his tons of temporal glass shards.
A voice of comfort rang in his heart.
{Little brother, I will ask Nether Shadow to avenge you.}
A Li first felt rage, then a look of defeat crept across his face.
“Cut the crap. If you’re going to kill me, just do it. I’ve long expected this day.”
He knew perfectly well that he could never gain the investment of the Wasteland Vehicle Master, and with death imminent, he shouted these words before swinging his hammer fiercely toward him.
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon manifested beside Itsuki the next day; with a single charge, A Li’s semi-transparent thought-form body was forcibly yanked out from his chest, dangling in the air. The man’s body crashed heavily to the ground. Itsuki Zang shook his figure slightly, kicked and broke the arms wielding the weapon, which was then propelled by an invisible force, arcing in a strange trajectory to land steadily in the young man’s hand.
[I have obtained a new Chrono Weapon.]
Sensing it, this was a Chrono Weapon with 45N per strike.
“What is the Wasteland Vehicle?”
Kuramoto-zō turned his head to look at the suspended thought-form body, which still had some consciousness left—it seemed the man had strong mental fortitude.
{I… don’t know. You’re going to die… whoever kills me… his entire family will die.}
“Where is your headquarters?”
{Your entire family…}
Kuramoto-zō wanted to question the man for more information, but feeling the intense rancor directed at himself, he ignored all subsequent inquiries and continued only his curses.
“A lot of hostility. Forget it. Goodbye.”
Waving his hand, the White Shadow Thought-Dragon delightedly soared into the sky then plunged straight down, devouring its psi-body before charging towards the others fleeing in panic.
Yang Zicang looked towards the other end of the battlefield. Xu Xiuchuan and Zuo Feixian, like hounds loose in a chicken coop, were chasing behind the chaotic crowd. He wondered if they had managed to seize any Chrono investments.
As for Luo Bin, he wielded a golden sword glowing with red light, swiftly chasing down the panicked runners from the side.
Each of Luo Bin’s strikes appeared ordinary, yet every swing was lethal. Seeming boisterous and loud, his actions were actually ruthless and efficient, more refined than the techniques Yang Zicang had honed through beast combat. Yang Zicang had already confirmed this guy was no ordinary badge-wearing uncle.
“Ah, die!”
One deputy-level figure, driven mad by the pursuit and knowing he couldn’t shake this tail, spun around with a roar, unfolding his model and charging at Luo Bin.
“Ha!”
Luo Bin ducked low, shoulder-charging the incoming man, sending him flying from the shoulder over and behind him. Luo Bin spun and stomped heavily down on the man’s abdomen.
Pinning him with one knee, he slashed horizontally across his neck.
“Not a bad haul, wipes out six thousand years of my Amplified Chrono. Too bad.”
Luo Bin stood up, the figures around him already thinning.
He looked towards an empty stretch on the other side, where the young man stood casually, watching him from the darkness.
“Heh heh.” Luo Bin scratched his head sheepishly towards that spot.
After a pursuit, the caravan of large cargo carts was completely defeated, and forty or fifty people came before the young man, led by Song Zilin.
He thudded down on one knee, holding up two low-level Chrono Weapons, and said, “Thank you, our savior.”
Seeing this, Yang Zicang was startled and said, “What are you doing? This isn’t ancient times. Get up.”
The White Shadow Thought-Dragon vanished into the distance but instantly emerged halfway from the silhouette behind Yang Zicang, peering ahead.
Here, no one can let their guard down.
Shed Master Song, dressed in worn-out clothes with a lean but spirited figure, stood up and cupped his fists, shouting, “Brother, if it weren’t for you today, we’d all be dead.”
Another person behind him also shouted, “We’re all just nobodies with nothing to thank you with. This is our respect.”
With that, the man tossed out a snatched low-level Chrono Weapon.
“Brother, from now on, whatever you say goes. As for the others, I don’t care, but old Meng here will never say a word against it.”
“Count me in too—Zhang Minhua.”
“And I, Li Haixuan!”
The crowd buzzed with voices.
Shed Master Song said, “Brother, I’m ready to return the Chrono Time you lent me. You can step back and clear it.”
“Just give me back the five thousand.”
“Make sure to clear your Chrono Time! I’m returning more than just five thousand to you.”
Luo Bin walked over and stood beside Yang Zicang.
“This is everyone’s goodwill. Just accept it,” he urged on behalf of these tough guys.
Seeing the eager looks from everyone, Yang Zicang nodded: “Alright.”
[Song Zilin returned my 5000N financing and paid a dividend profit of 4500N. This really was a good investment, but it’s a shame there’s no daily summary here.]
Boppoli, on the other end of the Mental Link, even jumped up.
{We’re rich again tonight!}
{Haha, Boppoli is happy even earning an extra day’s worth.}
Mori teased.
Yang Zicang chuckled inwardly—although each rare skill book could sell for tens of thousands of Sequence units, for Boppoli, every sold book meant one fewer left.
The more valuable the items, the more he felt like flesh was being cut from his own body.
Earning extra Sequence from other sources actually made him happier, even if it was just profit made by others.
On the other side, both Mori and Boppoli were already stunned, as chaos and bloody battles on the Distorted Frequency Plains were truly gruesome to witness.
At that moment, Boppoli came to a full realization of just how “formidable” the “formidable big shot” Mori had mentioned actually was.
In chaotic battles without worrying about Sequence consumption, the White Shadow Thought-Dragon reigned with absolute suppression; until facing other Thought ability users, it was the battlefield dominator.
Zuo, Xu, and Teacher Chen’s two party members walked over from among scattered corpses. “Haha, tonight we finally wiped out a menace for everyone.”
“This is terrifying, Teacher—after all this time, your judgment has finally been spot-on. You sure picked a real boss.”
Little Liu behind tugged at his mentor’s sleeve, pointing at Yang Zicang with one hand, looking frightened as he spoke.
Instructor Chen glanced speechlessly at his student, “Take your paws off me, you’re embarrassing.”
A few weary figures appeared around them.
“Our benefactors.”
“So many people died this time.”
Yang Zicang looked over to see Ning Yang and his group of five standing hesitantly in the distance.
Shed Master Song and his men stared at them warily. Though the light was poor, he had seen them earlier in the desolate truck supply convoy.
“Bro-Brother Jiaz, and Master Zuo, you all… wuwuwu…”
Ning Yang tried to keep his composure at first, but as soon as he spoke, he broke down crying, his sobs growing louder and louder.
“I thought I’d never see you all again, wuwuwu…”
Yang Zicang shrugged helplessly.
“You bunch of idiots!”
Xu Xiuan strode over and let loose a barrage of scolding.
Having listened for a while, the dozens of people across them were astonished to realize that the Jiaz room group had actually come to rescue them, and that they were in their debt.
Only after this rebuke ended did the shocked Shed Master Song slowly walk over and hand the weapon to Zuo Feixian, who was beside Yang Zicang. The overjoyed man grabbed it and hugged it tightly.
“Friends, stay here with us tonight. We’ll sort out these goods later, and Brother Jiaz, just tell us tomorrow where to deliver them, and we’ll take them there.”
“We’ll leave you half these goods and take the other half for ourselves.”
Dozens of people understood that what Yang Zicang said was sincere—after all, he had come to rescue even those who had falsely accused him of theft. They were already quite at ease with the man before them.
Having learned the ins and outs from Ning Yang and his companions’ apologies, they harbored no doubt about Yang Zicang whatsoever.
Song Zilin pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said, “Friend, I don’t know if you have your own settlement, but if you’re willing, I could surrender my settlement to you and make you the head.”
This was the best option he could think of for survival in this place.
The power of the man before him could clearly garrison a large settlement or two, making him their anchor.
If someone like this were to join—even if they themselves only served as a deputy shelter head—the future development of their shelter would be worlds apart from what it was before.
Several dozen pairs of eyes instantly turned to Yang Zicang.
They thought that if this person became the shelter head, their fate in the wilderness would be truly secured.
“Sorry, we already have our own settlement, and we even have our own supply team.”
Zuo Feixian refused without hesitation on Yang Zicang’s behalf.
“If your place doesn’t develop that well in the future, you’re welcome to come to ours—trading goods too, if you want. Of course, that’s a talk for later; no need to bring it up now.”
Yang Zicang nodded in agreement. This old Zuo might seem unserious, but when it came to making decisions, his mind was sharp.
Wait a moment, develop not that well… huh?
Yang Zicang turned around and drove his knee into Zuo Feixian’s backside, pushing him a few paces forward.
“Shed Master Song, our apologies, that’s not what we meant.”
“No, no, this friend speaks the truth.” Shed Master Song wiped the cold sweat from his brow.