Cracked rode his motorcycle for more than a hundred kilometers and dropped Qu Jianlei off at the foot of the mountain.
He even asked Fu Gui when he would be back, saying he would ride over to pick him up then.
Qu Jianlei waved a hand, indicating that if he needed to return, he could just catch a ride at the time.
He was fully armed for this trip into the mountains: a Laser Gun, a Gauss Rifle, long and short blades, as well as various daily supplies.
Fortunately, he had modified his backpack. Otherwise, it really would not have held so much stuff.
After arriving at Hong One, Xiao Jing bought some new clothes. Once the three of them changed, they finally did not look quite so shabby.
Qu Jianlei, however, cut up perfectly good clothes and added plenty of pockets and straps.
He even made major modifications to his backpack, making it fit snugly against his body.
He knew nothing about ergonomics, but after he put in a little effort, Xiao Hu came up with a modification plan.
The plan was crude and definitely had plenty of room for improvement.
However, Qu Jianlei felt it was enough for now. Given his current financial situation, he could not afford to pursue perfection.
When Cracked saw the alterations, he was thoroughly amazed. He felt the three of them could open a shop selling backpacks and clothes.
Qu Jianlei did not think that was a good idea. Things like this had no barrier to imitation at all!
Besides, there was no such thing as a "patent" in the Wasteland.
Most importantly, he was only staying in Hong One temporarily. He had no intention of turning this place into his permanent base.
The moment Qu Jianlei entered the mountains, he naturally drew