The ramen-noodle-haired girl instinctively wanted to refuse.
He wondered if it was possible to escape.
However, looking at the knife in the sick young man's hand...
The man with the ramen-noodle hair finally gave in and asked, "What do you want?"
The sickly young man stood in front of the man with the ramen-noodle hair, looked at his red armor, and smiled, saying, "Mythical quality resources, everything, including this armor you're wearing, looks pretty good."
"Hold!"
The man with the ramen-noodle-shaped hair immediately swore.
Forget about resources of mythical quality.
They even had designs on his armor.
In his mind, even if all the resources were added together...
It's not as important as this piece of armor.
This is the strongest equipment that allows him to unleash his full potential.
"I can give you the resources, but this piece of equipment is absolutely out of the question!"
The man with the ramen-noodle hair refused without hesitation, already calculating in his mind that if this guy was stubborn and refused to back down, then even if he had to abandon the vehicle, he would have to find a way to escape.
While he might not be as fast as the sickly young man on land, he might be in the air.
"No one can refuse me!"
The sickly young man's voice suddenly turned cold, and he swiftly brought down the knife.
Before the woman with the ramen-noodle hair could even see his movements clearly, she felt a sharp pain in her chest.
He dared not look.
Almost instinctively, it flew into the air.
at the same time.
Open your arms wide.
More than a dozen fireballs shot out from his palm.
It was smashed against the sick young man.
Below, several flashes of sword light appeared.
All of the dozen or so fireballs collapsed.
They turned into clusters of flames and fell to the ground around them.
The man with the ramen-noodle-like hair didn't dare turn around.
Even if a sick young person cannot fly due to their physical limitations.
What if the other party has some other tricks up their sleeve?
For example, flying props?
"Ha, you're fast enough!"
The sickly young man watched the fleeing ramen-haired guy, a slight smile playing on his lips. He snorted softly, turned, and walked towards the sports car, flicking his straight knife.
The sports car door was cut open.
The sickly young man went in and did a quick search.
Nothing particularly important was found.
After he came out, he slashed her several more times.
All the car doors and windows were destroyed.
They even pierced several large holes in the car body and fuel tank before turning around and leaving.
Much later.
The instant noodle-headed guy ran back again.
I looked around carefully, but didn't see anyone.
They landed next to the vehicle.
Looking at the battered sports car, the man with the ramen-noodle hair felt a pang of sympathy.
"You damned bastards, you'll pay the price sooner or later."
The ramen-noodle-headed man roared and howled.
The energy within him bursts forth unconsciously.
The thin layer of snow that had just covered the ground melted.
After venting his anger, the man with the ramen-noodle-shaped hair took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.
Back in the car.
It's drafty.
Even the fuel tank had a hole punched in it.
He doesn't even have the materials right now.
There is no way to fix it.
Naturally, it could no longer continue operating.
"Hold!"
The man with the ramen-noodle-shaped haircut turned ashen-faced and roared helplessly for a while.
A wave of frustration washed over me.
After being inexplicably dragged into this survival struggle.
He had never suffered such a setback before.
It is already evening, and there are less than two hours until sunset.
Thinking back to his terrifying experience of being buried by an avalanche all night, the man with the ramen-noodle hair decided not to risk trying any other routes.
They left the sports car aside and continued on their way.
His belongings were all in that trailer.
To him, a sports car was simply a decent vehicle.
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