Night fell.
The convoy stopped at a strategically advantageous location.
The soldiers took out military tents and, while setting them up, built a fire to cook.
Among the three superpower users from the City Lord’s faction, two ca down.
One man and one woman.
The man was about thirty years old, slender, and pale, looking like soone who had overindulged.
The woman was fairly attractive, estimated to be also around thirty—a mature and charming beauty.
She dressed very revealingly.
A deep cleavage was exposed to everyone’s view.
Wang Hao, leaning on an armored vehicle, whistled.
"Sister, you have a great figure!"
"Hee hee."
The woman wasn’t put off by Wang Hao’s flirtatious act; instead, she giggled.
She walked over to Wang Hao, a fragrant breeze following her steps:
"Little brother, having a pretty girl by your side isn’t enough for you? You’re flirting with too?"
"How can a little kid who hasn’t even grown up yet compare to a mature big sister like you!"
Wang Hao sized up the woman and didn’t hold back complints:
"Look at your waist, your hips, they’re simply unmatched."
"Hee hee, little brother, your mouth! It’s like it’s coated in honey, so sweet! Who knows how many young girls you’ve fooled."
The woman chuckled, her smile blossod like a flower.
That’s the advantage of a mature woman.
If it were a young, naive girl, being teased like this would have angered her, and she’d have turned hostile.
Even if she had a good temperant, she’d lower her head, her face all red, too shy to speak.
But a mature big sister not only doesn’t get angry or shy, she might even flirt back with you.
If the chat goes well, it’s quite possible to find a place for a quick encounter.
"My na is Wang Hao, and how should I address you, sister?"
Wang Hao took a lollipop from his pocket and popped it into his mouth.
"I’ve forgotten my previous na. Now my code na is Chilian; that’s my na."
The woman took out a pack of lady’s cigarettes, tapped one out, put it to her lips, lit it, and took a deep drag.
She looked at Wang Hao and said with a smile:
"So you’re Wang Hao! I’ve heard you’re incredibly brave and handso. eting you today, you certainly live up to your reputation. Zheng Tai, that boy, is far behind compared to you."
"He’s just a kobold, how can he compare to ?"
Wang Hao sneered with contempt.
"Pfft————"
On the side, Chen Yueling was drinking water and spat it out.
Kobold?
The guy’s a full-on werewolf, isn’t he!
Wang Hao’s words are quite harsh, aren’t they?
Chilian couldn’t help but smile, covering her mouth with laughter.
"You naughty boy, your tongue is quite sharp."
"How about it? Isn’t your boss coming down for a al? Does he need soone to deliver it? Quite a big shot, huh."
Wang Hao glanced at their armored vehicle.
"Ghost Warrior is rather reclusive and doesn’t like interacting with strangers."
At this, Chilian shrugged and then added:
"Besides, he doesn’t really need to eat."
"Doesn’t need to eat?"
Wang Hao slightly furrowed his brows and asked with so confusion:
"Is Asura’s superpower that amazing?"
"Not exactly."
Chilian shook her head, unwilling to elaborate.
Wang Hao shrugged, not asking further.
Obtaining the black blade is not sothing to rush into; the journey ahead is still long.
Even if he really has to take action, it would be on Maoshan.
Then, he could just claim the celestial ans left by the immortals extinguished him.
"Co on, ti to eat; the food slls quite nice."
Chilian stubbed out her cigarette, naturally wrapped her arm around Wang Hao’s, pulling it deep into her cleavage.
Wang Hao thought, how is it that each woman here is more flirtatious than the last?
Compared to Chen Yueling’s awkward flirting, Chilian’s level is much higher.
But why is she flirting with him?
Even with his confidence, Wang Hao wouldn’t think she was drawn to him purely by his looks.
Is she probing him?
Or maybe she’s trying to build a rapport for better cooperation later?
....
The food the soldiers made was quite decent.
Most are pre-packaged; they just needed so simple cooking and heating.
They even took out a grill to barbecue pre-seasoned lamb skewers and such.
"These pre-packaged als were once unpopular, with everyone disdaining them. But now, for people in the apocalypse, it might be considered top-notch food."
Wang Hao tasted a piece of sweet and sour pork rib, noting it wasn’t bad.
Better than what he could make.
And it’s very convenient—just boil it in water, and it’s ready to eat.
"Thanks to the commotion caused by those people, this batch was originally ant to go to various schools. Later, parents protested, followed by online opposition, so they were temporarily stored in a cold warehouse."
"Now, they are a great asset."
"Life is full of surprises!"
Wang Hao also found it quite amazing.
"Cousin-in-law, this is for you."
Chen Yueling placed a piece of sweet and sour tenderloin into Wang Hao’s bowl, glaring at Chilian as if to assert her claim.
"Little girl, quite protective of your food, huh? What, do you also want to join your cousin’s lot?"
Chilian giggled.
"Humph! I’m keeping an eye on my cousin-in-law for my cousin so you, bad woman, don’t hook him."
Chen Yueling snorted and then looked tenderly at Wang Hao:
"Cousin-in-law, this woman is no good. My cousin is wholly devoted to you, you mustn’t betray her!"
Wang Hao smiled wryly.
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