"No, what makes you think that thing is with ?"
Chen Ye's first move: stubborn denial.
Facing Chen Ye's reaction, Little Fatty was clearly ntally prepared.
Chen Ye's reputation within the convoy was naturally not very good.
He had long anticipated it wouldn't be that simple.
He just didn't expect Chen Ye to be so direct.
Chen Ye had originally been leaning into the glove box, peering inside the car, trying to see where exactly the tentacle was.
But after looking and searching for a long ti, he hadn't found even the slightest trace.
If he didn't already know the Monster Pickup Truck's secrets, even he, the owner of this Monster Pickup Truck, wouldn't believe a monster was hidden inside this vehicle.
Hearing Little Fatty say he ca to claim the dragon scale.
Chen Ye was montarily stunned, then imdiately flatly denied it.
This led to the current scene.
A hint of a confident, winning expression appeared on Little Fatty's face: "Captain Chu said it. He said the dragon scale is with you, Mr. Chen. Please return the dragon scale to !"
"Mr. Chen, the reason that Resentnt Dragon dropped its scale back then was entirely because of my intervention."
"Moreover, for the sake of this dragon scale, We... my mobile palace was destroyed by the Resentnt Dragon!"
"Even though I'm Sequence 3, rebuilding a mobile palace isn't sothing that can be done overnight..."
"..."
Blah blah blah...
Little Fatty alternated between playing the victim and reasoning, even subtly flaunting his Sequence 3 level.
Little Dezi also chid in beside his master: "Yes, Mr. Chen, you are a Superhuman. You surely wouldn't care for such a trivial thing!"
This guy actually called that Apocalyptic Fortress a "mobile palace"??
Hearing Little Fatty's words, Chen Ye's eyes narrowed sharply.
What? Return it to you?
Return what to you?
The Resentnt Dragon Scale?
Leaving aside whether it's even yours, how could I possibly give you sothing that's already in my hands?
Wouldn't care for it?
No no no~~
I care very much about it.
Chu Che sold out?
This bastard...
Chen Ye instantly understood the cunning intention of that scoundrel Chu Che, and could even imagine exactly how Chu Che had phrased it.
Chen Ye gritted his teeth... ntally noting down a debt against Chu Che.
"Ahem... hold on. No, how can you prove that dragon scale fell off because of your cannon fire?"
"Maybe it was a natural shedding?"
"You say that thing is yours? Do you have proof? Can you just claim it's yours with a single sentence? Who can corroborate?"
"Witnesses? Physical evidence?"
"I'm not an unreasonable person. If you can produce evidence, I'll return the dragon scale to you!"
Especially that last sentence, when Chen Ye said it, he sounded incredibly righteous and principled.
Chen Ye's second move: questioning its legitimacy!
Little Fatty's face stiffened slightly. He hadn't expected Chen Ye to admit it just like that?
"Mr. Chen, are you admitting the dragon scale is in your possession?"
Chen Ye gave a sly grin, reached back, pulled out Hatred from behind him, and waved it in front of the fatty.
"It's in my hands, so what... you want it?"
Little Fatty looked warily at the machete in Chen Ye's hand, especially the cold gleam emanating from its blade, which made his eyelids twitch violently.
Little Dezi imdiately stepped in front of Little Fatty, spreading his arms, trembling as he asked, "You... what do you want to do? Don't... don't be rude!"
However, although Little Dezi's actions were ant to protect his master, the expression on his face was still full of fear.
To this day, he still rembered Chen Ye beating him up the day before yesterday.
This guy was the most ruthless and vicious; the mory was still fresh.
Little Fatty was also feeling a bit apprehensive.
After all, when he materialized the Apocalyptic Fortress before, he had put the most effort into the third floor.
Therefore, the third floor consud the most Supernatural Power.
Previously, when facing other attacks, the third floor was the sturdiest fortress.
Yet this very machete before him had managed to carve an opening in it.
It had given him a huge shock at the ti.
"You... what do you want to do?"
Chen Ye sneered coldly: "Since you have no evidence, you still want to take sothing from my hands? How dare you have the nerve?"
"Once sothing reaches my hands, it's mine..."
"Get lost, or else, I'll scrape the fat off you today to render oil and stir-fry lettuce with it tonight!"
Paired with Chen Ye's terrifying Blood Eye and the gleaming blade in his hand.
Even the Monster Pickup Truck behind him seed to sense the change in Chen Ye's aura.
Several tentacles extended from the gaps in the front hood, staring nacingly at Little Fatty.
Chen Ye's third move: being unreasonable!
At this mont, Chen Ye had completely forgotten the sentence he just said: "I'm not an unreasonable person."
As if those words were spoken by soone else.
Chen Ye wasn't like the other four.
In the entire convoy, Chen Ye's moral standards were the lowest.
Even Captain Chu Che, his moral level was a bit higher than Chen Ye's.
Therefore, when Little Fatty approached the other four, they at least engaged in so reasoning.
But when it ca to Chen Ye, there was simply no reasoning.
Sothing that reaches my hands is mine!
Trying to take it from is nothing but wishful thinking.
Little Dezi's legs had already begun to tremble: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... we... we..."
Little Fatty's face flushed red. He stared fixedly at Chen Ye, but he had no way to deal with him at all.
Despite being a Sequence 3 Visionary, in order to escape the Anomalies, he had used all his Supernatural Power to build a turtle shell.
Thus, Little Fatty's combat ability was practically zero.
After his turtle shell was destroyed by the Resentnt Dragon, Little Fatty's Supernatural Power hadn't recovered at all in the short term.
The possibility of him winning a fight against Chen Ye was almost zero.
"You... you... how can you be like this? That's my thing!"
"You just said you were reasonable!"
For a mont, Little Fatty wasn't sure if the guy before him was even human.
Chen Ye said tyrannically: "Get lost. Once sothing reaches my hands, it's my thing!"
"Besides, you're in our convoy, under our protection, and now you still want it back?"
"Don't you believe I'll throw you out of the convoy right now and see how many days you can survive!"
"Even if the dragon scale is yours, consider it just right for your fare."
Chen Ye's fourth move: intimidation!
Little Fatty retreated a step, feeling there was so logic to Chen Ye's words. Moreover, Chen Ye's blade and the faintly probing tentacles from the vehicle behind him all made Little Fatty feel fear.
But thinking of that Resentnt Dragon, the scale that fell from its body was absolutely a top-tier treasure.
Little Fatty couldn't bear to give up just like that. He still gritted his teeth and argued: "I... I... weren't the supplies from my mobile palace taken by you guys?"
Chen Ye snorted coldly: "That's a load of bullshit. We didn't take that stuff. It was all snatched by your 'subjects'."
It was indeed as Chen Ye said. After the Apocalyptic Fortress dissipated, all the supplies inside were looted clean by those survivors.
Chu Che had no intention of intervening with those supplies.
Firstly, with so many people, the convoy couldn't support them anyway, so it was better to just distribute the fortress supplies to them.
Secondly, there wasn't anything particularly good, and the quantity wasn't huge.
Thirdly, if they forcefully confiscated them, these newly joined people might riot. Even with Iron Lion suppressing them, there would likely be endless trouble in the future.
With all these factors combined, Chu Che simply didn't bother with the supplies dropped from the fortress.
"You..."
Little Fatty's face turned crimson.
Chen Ye grinned slyly: "How about I call your subjects over, and you try asking them for the supplies? See if they'll give them to you?"
These so-called "subjects" didn't have a very good attitude towards him, the emperor.
These past few days, they often saw people glaring angrily at this master-servant pair.
Previously, these survivors saw the Resentnt Dragon's breath instantly turn that originally tall "substitute emperor" into ashes.
They thought the "emperor" had died then.
Unexpectedly, news spread through the camp these past two days saying that the previous one was just a substitute.
This Little Fatty was the real master.
Therefore, the survivors, originally called "commoners," underwent a subtle change in their attitude towards Little Fatty and Little Dezi.
Little Fatty's face paled slightly. Without the Apocalyptic Fortress, he was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.
He wasn't like that old fox Chu Che, with countless hidden trump cards up his sleeve.
"You... hmph..."
He originally wanted to utter so tough words, but facing Chen Ye's left eye glowing with red light, Little Fatty swallowed the following threats.
Just as Little Fatty turned to leave.
Chen Ye grinned slyly: "Little Fatty, let tell you straight. That dragon scale wasn't discovered by alone. It was discovered by the five of us in the convoy together."
"So, all five of us have a share in this dragon scale."
"If you want to hold a grudge, rember to hate the other four as well!"
"Oh, and actually, the dragon scale is kept with Chu Che. After all, he's the captain. It's most reasonable for the item to be with him!"
Chen Ye's fifth move: dragging others into the ss!
Conveniently selling out Chu Che.
It was agreed everyone had a share of the dragon scale. Can't have everyone sharing the benefits but only taking the bla.
Little Fatty was stunned. Instantly, five detestable faces flashed through his mind.
Ding Dong's awkwardness, Sun Xixi's panic, Iron Lion's simple honesty, Chu Che's seemingly heartfelt sincerity, and Chen Ye's helplessness.
Especially Chu Che...
That hypocrite... that bastard!
Fine, fine, fine...
You five bastards, playing like this, huh!
You...
You're just too damn bullying.
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