The post-apocalyptic environment is like a dark forest, where strength always prevails.
The middle-aged man in the lead glanced down at the gleaming blade, looking completely unfazed, and then grinned and leaned forward.
"Young lady, don't use knives or guns. What if you hurt someone?"
As he spoke, he provocatively rubbed his neck against Lu Sheng's blade.
As he leaned forward, his skin shimmered with a faint metallic sheen. His neck, especially near the blade, became instantly smooth as a mirror, like a hard iron plate, producing a crisp clinking sound when it touched the blade.
Lu Sheng sneered.
So he's a fifth-tier metal-based ability user. No wonder he dared to be so arrogant and push forward.
Unfortunately, she always believed that miracles happen through sheer force.
The next instant, Lu Sheng's fingers twitched slightly, compressing the air at the back of the blade.
The immense air pressure immediately caused the entire blade to sink an inch.
The man froze for a moment, and before he could react, a piercing pain shot through his shoulder!
Lu Sheng's gleaming longsword actually managed to cut through the hardened metal layer on his body, with a centimeter of the blade embedded directly into his flesh.
The excruciating pain of his muscles being torn caused the man to break out in a cold sweat, and blood instantly stained the right half of his body.
"Okay...okay...a thousand catties it is, it's a deal."
Seeing that Lu Sheng had broken through his metal armor with a flick of his finger, the man immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and his previous arrogance vanished instantly.
They'd been trapped in this office building for far too long, completely out of touch with the outside world. In this small space, he'd always been able to roam freely with his simple, brute-force abilities; this was the first time he'd encountered such a tough opponent.
Originally, Lu Sheng seemed fair-skinned and easy to bully, but he never expected that his proud superpower would be as crisp as rice crust in front of her.
"A thousand catties?" Lu Sheng smiled faintly. "A thousand catties was the price just now. The price now is two hundred catties."
"Two...two hundred jin? Didn't we just agree to a thousand jin?" The man clutched his bloodied shoulder, his eyes wide with astonishment.
We clearly agreed on this just now, so why is it suddenly 20% off?
Lu Sheng glanced at him with her cold eyes and said indifferently, "You didn't appreciate my kindness, and now you only weigh two hundred pounds."
"If I waste another word, I won't even weigh two hundred pounds."
The man was filled with regret.
Just one minute wasted, and 800 pounds of compressed biscuits that were about to be eaten flew away!
His companions behind him also looked resentful, each of them pounding their chests and stamping their feet, wishing they could rush up and tear the man apart.
"Han Chen! You're so greedy! A perfectly good thousand catties are gone!"
"Now we only have 200 jin left, we've suffered a huge loss!"
Han Chen felt a burning remorse on his scalp, scratching his head and standing there dumbfounded, not even caring about the wound on his shoulder.
Eight hundred jin! That's eight hundred jin of compressed biscuits! If we eat them sparingly, they'll have enough to feed these people for a long time!
Who would willingly have their bones broken like that!
"Two hundred catties is too little, add some more. You...you have plenty of supplies anyway, just consider it feeding the dogs!"
"One hundred jin (50 kg)".
"No, no! Add more! There are so many of us!"
"Fifty."
"Okay, okay, two hundred it is!" Han Chen immediately called for a stop, afraid that if he kept shouting, he wouldn't even get two hundred pounds left.
After all, they couldn't beat this woman. If she really got angry and didn't give them any of it, they wouldn't be able to do anything about it.
In fact, they had wanted to move the fire-fighting equipment from the underground floors for a long time.
Many fire protection products are industrial products containing dust, and they must be stored with extreme care, as carelessness could lead to explosions or fires.
This group of people had long wanted to throw out the flammable and explosive materials downstairs, but they had been holding back for fear of alerting the zombies outside.
They are naturally eager to have someone take these dangerous goods away.
"Some people are just impossible to understand when they speak plainly; you have to hold a knife to their throat to understand them."
Ma Dongmei scoffed and beckoned to the K3 team members beside her to bring out two hundred kilograms of compressed biscuits.
Han Chen practically pounced on the compressed biscuit, pressing it firmly down with his body.
His companions behind him had eyes gleaming like wolves, and some of them couldn't help but drool.
Compressed biscuits weren't popular before the apocalypse, but they've become a hot commodity afterward.
First, it's lightweight, convenient, and easy to carry, allowing you to travel light. Second, it comes in a variety of flavors, and the taste is considered delicious in the post-apocalyptic world.
If these 200 jin of compressed biscuits are divided among people, each person can get a supply that lasts for about half a year, which can at least alleviate the problem for a while.
While the group was eagerly dividing up the compressed biscuits, Lu Sheng and his team quickly prepared to go downstairs to get the equipment.
Han Chen pulled out his keys from his pocket and threw them over from a distance, still clinging tightly to the compressed biscuit. "Hurry up, we have very healthy schedules. If it's too late, we'll have to charge you extra."
“If you don’t speak, no one will think you’re mute.” Ma Dongmei glared at him coldly.
"You guys rest here, we'll take care of the rest of the physical work."
Su Zheng always felt that Lu Sheng was doing most of the work in the entire alliance army, and he always felt that he was losing money. Therefore, he would take on the dirty and hard work whenever he had the chance.
Lu Sheng didn't refuse and sat on the stairs next to him with his group to wait.
Some people are naturally more moral, and constantly declining would only make Su Zheng uncomfortable.
After a brief division of labor, Su Zheng and Zhao Mujia led the male team members downstairs with the keys to move supplies, while the remaining female team members stayed behind to rest with Lu Sheng and the others.
Han Rui, bored, planted a basket of big, sweet peaches and divided them among herself and started munching on them.
She is now at the seventh level of the plant realm, and can grow all kinds of fresh and delicious fruits and vegetables at any time if there are seeds.
The skin of the fresh and juicy peach is thin and tender. With a gentle bite, it bursts open and fills your mouth with sweet juice.
The girls from K3 Base and Lingfeng Base hadn't eaten fruit since entering the apocalypse. Now, they were surprised to hold a peach and take a small bite. The tempting peach flavor immediately filled the stuffy corridor.
In the early stages of the apocalypse, plant-type ability users were generally not valued due to their relatively low combat strength, and were mostly relegated to support roles on the fringes of the team. Major bases prioritized giving crystal cores to the team's leaders for upgrades, while plant-type ability users would at most pick up the scraps that the leaders didn't want.
Therefore, plant-based ability users generally improve their ability level more slowly, which leads to a vicious cycle in which plant-based ability users are increasingly neglected.
Fortunately, Lu Sheng had enough crystal cores, and Han Rui was fed a lot of juice from the crystal cores every day, making her a rare high-level plant.
Lu Sheng gently sipped the peach flesh, glancing at the few people behind her who were drooling with envy.
This corridor is the only exit underground, and she couldn't possibly give up such an important location to an outsider.
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