With Old Daoist and Man with Gun helping coordinate things, transporting the upper-half contestants went incredibly smoothly.
In less than an hour, they had compiled a list sufficient to fill three vehicles.
What left Zhao Qingfei dumbfounded was this.
For the advance fee, he had originally planned to charge each person fifty or a hundred points, making a small profit.
But after Old Daoist's skilled and friendly assistance, the average had shockingly reached six hundred.
And that six hundred had been collected from the remaining hundred or so people, excluding the more than forty members of Dragon Banner.
Adding in the supplies they sold, the total practically emptied every contestant's savings in one stroke.
"Truly worthy of being Su God's men. What ruthless methods."
When Zhao Qingfei discovered that Old Daoist had even managed to bluff the oasis's well away for 2,500 points, his eyes widened. He realized he was still too young in certain respects.
"Let's go, Little Zhao. The lord is still waiting for us."
"Oh, okay, okay!"
Wrapped in the night, the three buses once again followed the route they had taken before, heading down toward the lower half.
Only a small portion of humans remained in the oasis without slots and would have to wait for tomorrow's transport.
The other races were not so lucky. Most of them would be trapped to death in this Death Land of the upper half.
"Boss, aren't we going to follow them?"
At one corner of the oasis, the people from the Mist Isle Alliance stared blankly at the departing buses.
To get ahead of everyone else, they had made an extravagant gamble.
They had gambled a destiny-changing Off-road Motorcycle from the merchant and secretly signed an agreement to purchase the well.
They had been only a little short. Just