Chapter 91: Want To Rob The Stellar Train? That’s A First
“Don’t judge so quickly. You know, you can know a person but not their heart.” Meng Huaifeng hurriedly activated the squad voice chat.
“Huai Feng is right. This Senge’s gaze at us seems off.” Welt said in a deep voice.
“Is it? Why didn’t I notice?” March 7th stared intently at Senge’s eyes, trying to see something.
“It’d be weird if you could. Someone like you, Little March, I could fool ten times a day.” A Xing said somewhat proudly.
“Impossible! You absolutely can’t fool this smart and clever young lady!” March 7th denied.
“Then let me tell you, there are four holes in your vest. Do you know that?” A Xing asked.
“My little vest was just washed and changed yesterday. Where are the holes? Don’t use such low-level tricks. Do you think I’m a three-year-old kid?” March 7th looked at A Xing with disdain. How could she not know if there were holes through her clothes?
“March, have you forgotten that Huai Feng’s mind communication requires telling the truth? I’m not fooling you.” A Xing said.
“Huh? Oh yeah, there really are holes in my vest. Did I overlook them? But A Xing, how did you know? Did you secretly cut them for me!” March 7th was stunned, then glared angrily at A Xing, looking ready to elbow her hard if words turned sour.
If they weren’t outside right now, March 7th would have lifted her clothes to properly check where the holes in her vest were.
A Xing innocently spread her hands and couldn’t help laughing: “No.”
Since she could say it, it was the truth. March 7th fell into thought. So who cut four holes in my vest?
“March, sometimes your intelligence is indeed worrying.” Welt couldn’t help sighing.
“Uncle Yang, even you…” March 7th stomped her foot, looking aggrieved at Welt.
“Ahem, well, sorry March, I didn’t mean to say it that way. Huai Feng, turn off the mind communication!” Welt awkwardly avoided March 7th’s gaze.
“Uncle Yang, you didn’t want to say it, but that’s what you think in your heart.” Meng Huaifeng thought this, and now everyone knew.
Under Welt’s unkind gaze, Meng Huaifeng hurriedly shut off the squad voice chat.
Facing Senge’s invitation, Himeko said: “I’m not familiar with this beacon you mention, so joining is too soon. However, I do hope we can visit the beacon to see it for ourselves. Would that be possible?”
Senge’s lips curved slightly: “Miss Himeko, I think you’ve misunderstood one thing. I’m notifying you, not discussing with you. Life on the ground is not easy. It’s an honor for the beacon to allow you to join.”
Himeko’s expression turned cold. Sure enough, survivor bases in the apocalypse were rarely good things—arrogant, dictatorial, and unapproachable.
Submissive to the apocalypse, striking hard at their own kind—Himeko had seen this plenty of times.
“You think you’ve got us pinned? I hope you reconsider. Unnecessary conflict is pointless.” Himeko said in an unfriendly tone.
Senge looked at the unarmed, unarmored train crew, showing no signs of weathering hardships.
Then at his own fully armed, battle-hardened side, plus his gravity body.
The advantage was his. He couldn’t imagine how he could lose.
Senge couldn’t help laughing: “Haha, I advise you to join the beacon obediently to avoid pointless casualties. Rest assured, the beacon is absolutely safe, far better than the ground. You might even thank me later.”
Senge waved his hand: “Aska, take a few people into the train and bring back all useful resources to the beacon. Oh, and be careful—they have some value too.”
“Yes, Captain.” A city defense force member replied, leading three others past the train crew toward the train.
March 7th’s eyes widened: “Wait, he just spoke so righteously—how is he such a bad person?”
“Maybe it’s not bad, just how the apocalypse is? Good people rarely live long in the apocalypse, right? Enough talk—let’s fight.” Meng Huaifeng reached into his exclusive space and pulled out a spear, sweeping it toward the nearby city defense force.
A Xing, March 7th, and Zhu Zhuqing also struck at a city defense force member each.
The city defense force were just ordinary people; whether strong or battle-hardened meant nothing against the train crew.
“Daring to rob the Stellar Train—you’re the first I’ve seen.” A Xing pulled out her baseball bat and lightly smashed it on the city defense force member’s forehead, knocking him out.
March 7th feared freezing him to death outright, so she froze his weapon into an ice block, making it completely unusable.
Zhu Zhuqing’s cat claws flashed, slashing open the city defense force member’s bulletproof vest, leaving three bloody marks on him, and sending him flying.
The train crew moved too fast; these ordinary people had no time to react before being knocked flying or out.
“Clatter!”
The remaining city defense force all nervously aimed their weapons at the train crew. Senge gripped his gravity body’s weapon tightly, his face turning grim.
How did the weapons appear? How could flesh-and-blood speed be that fast? And the ice, cat claws…
These people—could they be the legendary ability users?
No wonder they survived on the ground.
He suddenly recalled a figure from his childhood, who seemed to wield special power.
But he was young then and knew little. Without seeing these people’s abilities, he might have almost forgotten that person.
“You still want to fight? We’re not to be trifled with.” Meng Huaifeng twirled a spear flower.
“Tin can, don’t chicken out.” A Xing provoked.
Now it seemed these people dared face their fully armed group not out of stupidity, but confidence.
Still, no matter how powerful abilities were, they couldn’t withstand modern high-tech weapons—otherwise, the beacon would have been taken by that woman long ago.
Unaware of the full story, Senge remained confident. In a real fight, even at a cost, these people couldn’t beat them.
But a real fight wasn’t worth it.
He didn’t know if there’d be gains, but extra casualties would mean discipline for him.
Seeing the attacked men had no life-threatening injuries—not even severe—Senge put away his weapon and forced a smile.
“Sorry, that was a misunderstanding. For ordinary people, the beacon is indeed the safest choice.” Senge implied: I didn’t expect you weren’t ordinary.
If they were really this world’s survivors meeting the beacon, they’d beg to join without the beacon even asking.
The train crew couldn’t be too harsh on apocalypse natives—they’d suffered enough.
“No matter. Back to our talk: we have no intent to join the beacon, but we’d like to visit it. Hope you can allow that.” Himeko said.
Entering a survivor base to observe life was undoubtedly part of exploration and understanding.
“What do you want to do in the beacon?” Senge asked.
“Just want to learn about the beacon’s system and living environment. Rest assured, we mean no harm.” Himeko said truthfully.
Whether others believed it was another matter.
Senge was silent for a moment, then said seriously: “I need to consult the Lord of the City.”
This was no longer just about taking in survivors; he had to report again.
Himeko made a “please” gesture.
Senge walked a bit farther and closed his visor.
“Calling command room, this is City Defense Force Captain Senge.”
“So, survivor intake successful?”
“Some accident—these survivors aren’t ordinary. Please connect me to the Lord of the City.”
“Received. Connecting to the Lord of the City, please wait…”
Soon, a steady voice came from the command room.
“This is Morgan, Captain Senge. What happened there?”
“Lord of the City, the people from this suddenly appeared train might all be ability users, and powerful ones. They seem confident to directly contend with our gravity body. Also, they want to enter the beacon to look around.”
“Unknown motives.” Senge added after thinking.
Hearing Senge, Morgan stiffened.
Mentioning ability users inevitably reminded Morgan of that woman from over twenty years ago, who killed Devouring Beasts like chopping vegetables with her own power—something even gravity bodies couldn’t match.
Were these people connected to her?
Sent by her to retaliate against the beacon?
But ability users… if he could obtain the cultivation method…
Morgan’s face flickered between expressions; the gains and risks were both immense.
“Lord of the City, should we agree to their request?”
Senge asked again.
In the beacon, Morgan clenched his fist, veins bulging on the back of his hand.
7000 words today. Seems I forgot to ask for votes this month… Please give monthly tickets, please, please.
Switched scenarios, researched info, binged shows—took forever, almost didn’t finish writing.
