Plundering Weapons, Crescent Slash

Jiang Yang held the chainmail up against himself, and the next moment, the soft armor condensed into a streak of silver light on his skin, fusing with it.

The taxi driver up front caught this horrifying scene in the rearview mirror, but was quickly pacified by two stacks of Hundred-Yuan Red Notes handed over from the back seat.

He'd deliberately withdrawn all this cash.

Just in case the network suddenly crapped out as the apocalypse neared.

Besides, tossing around physical bills like this felt damn good—swiping on WeChat all the time got boring.

Arriving at the Antique City next to Linjiang University, Jiang Yang tossed out another two stacks of Hundred-Yuan Red Notes.

"Driver, don't work for the next couple of days. Find a foot massage place and kick back."

"You got it, boss. Take care!"

Money really could make the devil turn the millstone—there was truth to that saying. Jiang Yang still had tens of millions in cash stashed in his system space, but in a few days, it'd all be worthless paper.

Wouldn't even be good for wiping your ass—too scratchy.

Based on Xiao Wan's info, Jiang Yang walked into a Craft Shop.

"Yo, Boss Jiang, you're here!"

Before he could step inside, a middle-aged man rushed out. They'd landed a big job these past two days—buying up every blade in the Antique City and laying them out for Jiang Yang to pick through.

"Are all the knives inside?"

Jiang Yang entered the Craft Shop. The shelves had been cleared, replaced by rows upon rows of countless blades.

"Good. Take the money and get lost."

"You got it!"

The shop owner grabbed a pile of red notes, not even bothering to see where they came from, and scurried out with a grin.

Once the owner was gone, Jiang Yang's face darkened as he paced among the knives for a while.

There were about five hundred blades here, all bought from the Antique City. Most looked bizarre and aged, but they were all fakes.

Finding that Black Gold Ancient Blade among them wouldn't be easy.

"System, all these knives are mine now, right?"

"If the ancient blade's in here, does that mean I've stolen the Son of the Plane's opportunity?"

Ding! Plundered the Son of the Plane's weapon.

Obtained weapon skill: Crescent Slash!

Whoa!

He'd actually gotten a skill!

Jiang Yang was pleasantly surprised. In the apocalypse, aside from class-exclusive skills, some weapons came with their own—but they were rare.

A silver card flashed and vanished into Jiang Yang's body.

He had the skill now, but since he wasn't yet a professional and had no weapon, he couldn't use it yet. Still, one thing was certain—that Black Gold Ancient Blade was among these five hundred knives.

Jiang Yang picked up a knife and walked over to the shop's Shredder. The Black Gold Ancient Blade was indestructible—it couldn't be destroyed. All he had to do was toss everything in.

But hauling over five hundred knives to shred was still a pain.

He called over Tang Ya, who'd finished the first step of her task.

"Throw all these knives into the Shredder. This is step two of your probation."

"Brother Jiang, these knives..."

"Hurry up!"

Tang Ya started grunt work, and soon her clothes were soaked through. Her bodycon skirt clung to her with sweat, and the woman still found time to flaunt herself at Jiang Yang while hauling stuff.

Jiang Yang pretended not to notice. This was real work-study labor—lying around or kneeling all day wasn't a proper job.

But Tang Ya was too slow. Jiang Yang threw some cash to hire a few laborers, and soon enough, it was done.

Persistence paid off—Jiang Yang finally found the Black Gold Ancient Blade. The Shredder had a few notches gouged out by the blade, but the ancient knife itself didn't have a single scratch.

No wonder it was the Son of the Plane's weapon—its hardness was on par with his own!

"Brother Jiang, what's next..."

Tang Ya wiped her sweat and pressed up against him.

"What's the rush? I'll think about your probation. Go back and wait for now!"

Jiang Yang felt a bit sick looking at Tang Ya. He wasn't some desperate rookie who'd take anything. He casually tossed her a hundred grand to send her off, then returned to the hotel.

Xiao Wan was already waiting there. She walked over gracefully, like a noble, lazy Ragdoll cat.

"Young master went through all that trouble just for this knife? Everything at the Antique City is fake. If you like it, you could check out Antique Street in Kyoto."

"Got it, Sister Xiao Wan. Help me with a few more things."

Jiang Yang sat on the sofa, eyeing his housekeeper. In the original story, this housekeeper was absolutely loyal to him—she'd taken a blade meant for him when Ye Fan came looking for trouble and died.

"What else does Young Master Jiang want to do? You've been acting like a different person these past two days," Xiao Wan said, sitting beside him and crossing her legs, lazy as a cat. "Why haven't you been playing with girls lately? Kidneys giving out, or just bored?"

"No, I was waiting for you."

Jiang Yang rubbed Xiao Wan's leg, a satisfied look on his face. This housekeeper was a stunning, top-tier mature woman, utterly alluring.

"Take your dog paws off me. What do you want?"

Xiao Wan shot Jiang Yang a glare. Having grown up by his side, she knew his life inside and out. His behavior over the past couple of days had been off.

Could he really have been waiting for her?

At that thought, Xiao Wan silently shifted a bit away from Jiang Yang.

"Wan Jie, what's with moving to the side? I've been secretly working out lately—I'm all muscle now. Feel for yourself."

Jiang Yang scooted closer. The original owner had been bossed around by this housekeeper, but could she really intimidate him?

"You little brat, you'd better behave!"

Seeing Jiang Yang sidle up to her, his hands groping all over, Xiao Wan's temper flared.

Noticing she was about to blow up, Jiang Yang quickly stopped his mischief. After all, behind Xiao Wan stood his parents.

On the surface, she was a housekeeper, but in reality, she was a "big sister" placed by his side to keep an eye on him.

That's right—Xiao Wan's father had died taking a bullet for Jiang Yang's dad, so to his parents, she was practically a daughter.

"Heh heh, Wan Jie, help me buy some stuff..."

His setup against Ye Fan was almost complete. Next, he needed to stockpile supplies for the apocalypse.

The moment the apocalypse hit, a massive number of humans would turn into zombies, and all electronic devices would stop working.

Food and water would become the most important things in the end times, along with weapons and plenty of armor.

"What do you need all this for?" Xiao Wan frowned in confusion at the list Jiang Yang gave her. "What's gotten into you these past two days? You keep doing things that make no sense."

"Just listen to me, alright? Go do it, Wan Jie. I'll reward you when you get back."

Jiang Yang lounged on the sofa. Xiao Wan was trustworthy—when the apocalypse came, he'd keep her by his side.

"What a creep." Xiao Wan curled her lip. In her eyes, Jiang Yang was probably cooking up some new mischief. But since he was a filthy-rich second-generation heir with money to burn, let him waste it however he wanted.

After Xiao Wan left, Jiang Yang took out an ancient blade and swung it around the room. Since injecting the Captain America Serum, his physical fitness had reached a terrifying level—about five times that of an ordinary person.

That fivefold increase wasn't as simple as one plus one equals two. When the apocalypse arrived, different professions would grant different boosts to physical stats.

A first-level professional would have at least three times the physical fitness of a normal person, with the highest reaching seven or eight times.

With the Captain America Serum in his system, once the apocalypse came and he snatched Ye Fan's Inherited Profession, he'd be unstoppable from the start!

At that thought, Jiang Yang grinned.

Actually, more than Ye Fan's Inherited Profession, he preferred Ye Fan's little sister—Ye Qingwei.