"Pretty much what I guessed. This kind of thing… only Xiao Feng could pull it off." Li Ying said with a wry smile.
Just now, she'd traded the condition of "letting him live" in exchange for intel from the guy tied up on the ground.
Then, the mont she got the intel, she pulled the trigger—clean, neat, no hesitation at all.
Gong Kaishan and the others were dumbfounded, all silently thinking, "Nothing's more ruthless than a woman's heart."
Li Ying was the real ruthless one here…
But that wasn't the main point.
Soon soone couldn't help asking, "Why didn't Xiao Feng just eliminate those people himself?"
Everyone looked at each other, but no one could say why.
After a long mont, Gong Kaishan slapped his thigh and said, "I get it now, Brother Xiao Feng is helping us out!
He'd rather give up his chance to show off and help us hit our quota instead, that's real brotherly righteousness!"
"So that's how it is!" The one who'd spoken earlier nodded repeatedly. "Brother Xiao Feng is such a good guy, a real good guy!"
"…" Black lines crawled all over Li Ying's face as she looked at everyone's touched, grateful, and thankful expressions. She really wanted to ask: are you guys for real?
With Xiao Feng, what part of him has anything to do with the words "good guy"?
But anyway, if Xiao Feng was doing this, he definitely had a reason.
What was Xiao Feng's intention?
Thinking it over, Li Ying felt that eight or nine out of ten, it was because Xiao Feng didn't want a high score—or rather, he didn't want to join the core mbers' group.
Although it sounded absurd, once you ruled out all the impossibilities, this was the only explanation that made sense.
"Check the map! There's another cluster of flags gathering together." soone suddenly shouted.
"Damn! That fast?"
"What kind of speed is that!"
Li Ying said irritably, "Forget the speed, just get over there and hit the quota first."
...
At the examiners' table, five people were watching the computer in front of them, the screen showing footage from the drone.
In the footage, Xiao Feng had one extra‑large backpack slung on his back and another on his chest, both bulging with all kinds of supplies—food, drinks, magazines, guns—pretty much everything you could think of.
anwhile, the other mbers were all living on rations, scraping by in total austerity.
"This bastard… seems to be getting more and more practiced at this." Wu Zhanbo thought to himself.
From nearly an hour of observation, Xiao Feng's impression on him was: bold, ticulous, doesn't play by the rules—a crane standing among chickens.
What could you do, the contrast with the overall situation was just too strong. Xiao Feng was literally overflowing with wealth; he probably couldn't even fit all his gear on himself.
The other examiners were also quietly puzzled—didn't the guy feel anything carrying two huge packs?
And that was exactly the question Xiao Feng was currently pondering…
Right now, both backpacks were full.
He could keep carrying them, sure, but it would definitely limit his mobility. Not to ntion he still needed to keep collecting more—soon there'd be no way to carry any extra at all.
"Gotta co up with a way to offload this stuff."
Thinking that, Xiao Feng stopped walking and started brainstorming solutions.
The first thing that ca to mind was the simplest: dig a hole on the spot and bury everything, then go in light and keep looting.
But wouldn't that be a bit too wasteful?
"Or… sell it?"
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up; he imdiately clapped his hands in decision—sell supplies!
As he made up his mind, he tossed the six flags he was carrying onto the ground.
As they say, if you're in a trade, you gotta love your trade. Facing custors, he couldn't treat them as rough as before anymore—he had to greet them with a smile, that was the way of the world.
Yup, that's called professionalism!
A quarter of an hour later…
With two big packs on his back, Xiao Feng asked cheerfully, "Bro, wanna buy so supplies?
I've got bread, milk, sausages, hot water, magazines, SMGs, you na it. What do you need?"
In front of him, the man whose eye sockets were already bruised almost burst into tears.
Robbing all his stuff and then selling it back to him—was this sothing a human being did?
But considering he was now completely unard, he could only swallow his anger and ask, "H-how much?"
Xiao Feng grinned even wider. "What money, man, what money. We t by chance, that's fate. I'll give you a 20% discount.
SMG is fifty grand, magazine five grand, bread one grand, sausage five hundred…"
After hearing Xiao Feng's prices, the man said tearfully, "I don't have that kind of money!"
"That's fine, that's fine. If you don't have cash, put it on credit. Pay after the assessnt's over. Just write an IOU."
So the man, crying as he wrote, filled out an IOU for three hundred thousand, in exchange for one SMG, three magazines, a helt, a bulletproof vest, a night‑vision device, and a certain amount of food.
"Can I go now?" the man asked weakly.
"Hold up!" Xiao Feng waved him over, motioning him to co closer, then checked whether the na on the IOU matched the one on the na tag on his chest.
After confirming it was correct, Xiao Feng put his smile back on. "Looking forward to your next visit."
The man shuddered, didn't say a word, and turned tail to run.
Who the hell would ever want to patronize this black‑hearted rchant again!
Xiao Feng didn't hurry off. After thinking a bit, he felt quoting prices item by item was too much trouble, so he simply wrote down the prices of various supplies in a notebook. That way he could just show it to the custors—less effort for him, more convenient for them.
Yup, that's called being considerate!
...
"Thirty people have been eliminated already." Du Qingyue glanced at her watch and said blandly.
She wasn't worried that Xiao Feng was among the thirty; she was worried that if Xiao Feng didn't stay obediently in one place, it would definitely not be a good thing for the other mbers.
And with Xiao Feng's personality, him staying obediently put… was that even possible?
Thinking of this, Du Qingyue silently broke out in a cold sweat on behalf of the other participants.
Beside her, the little girl complained, "Seriously, why did Brother Xiao Feng have to act alone? Wouldn't it be better if we all stuck together?"
"Big Brother Yan Huang must have his reasons for doing this." Lu Yao said.
As soon as she finished speaking, they heard rustling sounds from nearby.
"Who's there?!" Du Qingyue snapped.
"It's us!" a crisp voice answered. They could vaguely see two figures, one tall and one short, walking over.
The tall one was Jiang Yixin; the short one, needless to say, was Lin Jiaxuan.
"We just ran into soone and asked him what was going on. Didn't expect to hear that Xiao Feng has actually started doing business." Lin Jiaxuan said, her tone a bit strange.
"Doing business?"
"Yup!" Lin Jiaxuan nodded and relayed to Du Qingyue and the others what that guy had told her about his experience.
Simply put, according to that guy, he'd been walking along just fine when Xiao Feng suddenly jumped out of nowhere, knocked him to the ground, and stripped him of all his supplies.
In the end, with a wicked grin, he asked, "Need to buy anything?
I've got bread, milk, sausages…"
As he spoke, he took out a price list with all kinds of supplies written on it.
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