Motorcycle Motorcycle

3 p.m.

Martial Warrior Supply Base, Storage Transfer Center.

Under the blazing sun hanging high overhead, a group of people in military uniforms bustled about, cutting, sorting, packing, labeling... organizing all kinds of monster materials.

They were then loaded into different crates and carried to the shipping area, where they were piled up to await transport back to the base city by train.

Yang Wu arrived at the agreed meeting spot but did not see a trace of anyone. Just as he was about to make a call and ask, a voice called out to him.

"Hey, brother!"

"Over here, over here!"

In an inconspicuous corner beneath the shadow of some shipping containers, a chubby young man in a military uniform was waving excitedly at him.

Huh? A chubby kid!

Yang Wu immediately had a bad feeling. He really wanted to turn around and leave, thinking that finding someone online really was unreliable.

The other party had sounded mature when he spoke, and his price analysis had been convincing, with plenty of likes below it as well.

But he no longer had time to look for another seller, so he could only steel himself and walk over, asking tentatively.

"Old Zhou?"

"Hehe, brother, that was my dad's account. Let me introduce myself again—I'm Wang Yu."

The chubby young man's face was piled with smiles, utterly oblivious to the issue as he handed Yang Wu a business card.

"Wang Yu?"

Yang Wu took the card and compared the photo with the name, thinking to himself, What a waste of such a good name.

"Where's the stuff?"

Yang Wu could not be bothered to waste words with him and went straight to the point. The chatting could wait until after he inspected the goods.

"Oh, this way. Follow me!"

Seeing Yang Wu accept the business card, the chubby Wang Yu immediately led him over with a cheerful grin. The moment he turned around, he also let out a sigh of relief. After all, Yang Wu was his first customer.

If his very first transaction failed before he even got started, he would be too ashamed to go back.

"Brother Yang Wu, is this your first time going to the Wilderness Area too?"

Along the way, the chubby young man asked curiously. Although this was his first time making a deal, it might very well also be his last time doing such a strange transaction.

They went deeper into the Storage Transfer Center, winding through a maze of passageways before arriving at a spacious warehouse. No other goods were stored inside; only a huge crate stood in the center.

It was hard to imagine that such a large space could be left idle and wasted in the land-scarce Martial Warrior Supply Base.

Yang Wu gave the chubby young man's back a deep look, thinking that this kid's background was not simple either.

After prying open the large wooden crate, the chubby young man pulled away a cover, revealing the item inside.

A motorcycle!

Its sleek body was brimming with motion and power, its beauty captivating at a glance.

"What do you think, Brother Yang Wu?"

The chubby young man stared closely at Yang Wu and asked somewhat nervously. Since this was his first time doing this, he cared greatly about customer satisfaction.

"Cool as hell!"

It was not that Yang Wu lacked more words to describe it. He simply had never been interested in motorcycles. All he wanted was a means of transportation.

"As expected of the HR Alliance. You handle things efficiently and put people at ease."

"Brother Yang Wu, at the HR Alliance, there's nothing money can't solve. If there is, it only means you don't have enough money."

The moment the chubby young man heard that, he replied happily.

"Oh, really? Do you sell laser cannons?"

"How much is a nuclear weapon?"

"Get me an intelligent fighter jet!"

Yang Wu had never seen any of those things in real life.

But who did not know how to brag?

When it came to bragging, he feared no one.

"Old Wang, if you can get those things for me, money won't be a problem!"

Yang Wu patted his shoulder, leaving the chubby young man with a bewildered expression as he stepped forward to take the motorcycle for a test ride.

"Mm, not bad!"

"Old Wang, people need to be dependable. If I have materials to sell in the future, I'll try to come to you!"

After paying the remaining balance and exchanging contact information again, Yang Wu went back first to pack his things.

The evening clouds blazed, dyeing half the sky red.

Carrying a trace of heat, the evening breeze brushed across his face, stirring the hearts of those setting out.

Click!

After shutting his door and returning the key, Yang Wu, fully armed, rode his motorcycle out of the Martial Warrior Supply Base and into the Wilderness Area amid the roar of its engine.

He came lightly and left behind a wave of discussion.

To Yang Wu, highways were already familiar beyond measure. But ordinary humans spent almost their entire lives in base cities. To them, highways existed only in legends.

The highway Yang Wu traveled on had long since fallen into ruin, with several cracks splitting its surface.

As far as the eye could see, abandoned sedans, vans, trucks, and other vehicles lay scattered chaotically across the endless highway, some dilapidated and some shattered.

Discarded tires were everywhere. There were also rotting monster corpses, seriously slowing Yang Wu's progress.

The reddish light of the setting sun shone upon this highway, which had lain silent, broken, and unrepaired for decades.

Once he had moved away from the suburban areas where vehicles were more densely packed and no longer had obstacles blocking his path, Yang Wu rode his beloved little motorcycle at full speed down the highway.

Of course.

If he had been in an urban area, Yang Wu definitely would not have dared to ride like this. Though he was confident in his strength, he still feared being surrounded by a beast horde.

But on the highway?

No fear at all!

Roar—

Monster roars rang out from the fields beside the road and the ruined villages. With just a turn of his head, he could see quite a few monsters.

Yang Wu's arrogant behavior truly startled many monsters. In all their monster lives, they had never seen a human act like this.

Not someone to mess with!

They could not speak, but they were not stupid.

For a time, they all retreated.

However, there would always be some blind monsters that came running over to die.

On the right side of the highway ahead, a group of boar-type monsters suddenly gathered. Judging by their numbers, there should be a Beast General-level monster among them!

"Mm, pigs again!"

In the original story, the first monster Luo Feng killed when he entered the Wilderness Area had been a Single-horned Boar. The first monster Yang Wu encountered during the Martial Warrior Combat Exam had been an Iron-haired Boar, and the first monster to provoke him after he entered the Wilderness Area was also a pig.

Although boar-type creatures reproduced quickly, had large litters, and were omnivores that were not picky about food, so the odds of encountering boar-type monsters were indeed generally the highest.

But he was certain that he and pigs had no affinity, nor did he want anything to do with them.

Pig protagonist: "???"

"Bloodthirsty Tank."

Iron-haired Boars and Single-horned Boars clustered around a crimson monster that looked like a tank as it slowly advanced.

Judging by the color of its scales, it was only an initial Beast General-level monster!

"Heh, provoking me?"

"I can't be bothered to lower myself to your level."

Not worth much, yet it wanted to waste his time.

Yang Wu twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle sped away, leaving behind bursts of engine noise.

Destination: City 023.