This Tea Is Pretty Good, Get Me a Pound!

G27 Villa.

At the entrance, Yang Wu was about to welcome the two inside when he suddenly noticed they had come empty-handed, without even a single testing instrument.

Were they going to inspect it with their naked eyes?

Yang Wu's face darkened, and he immediately moved to shut the door on them.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't, don't, don't..."

"Brother Yang, please don't be mad. Calm down!"

Seeing Yang Wu about to close the door, the chubby fellow hurriedly grabbed the handle and squeezed himself into the gap.

"My mistake. Just this once!"

"Just once."

He was only pretending to shut the door to scare them. Yang Wu was not that petty, but for some reason, whenever he saw the kid's shameless expression...

He could never resist the urge to teach him a lesson.

Since they had not brought any testing equipment, they had to take the monster materials and personally go with Wang Yu for the appraisal.

"Ah, Brother Yang, let me do it!"

Yang Wu picked up his backpack, signaling for the two to lead the way. Wang Yu, the chubby fellow, was quite perceptive.

He took Yang Wu's backpack with one hand and walked ahead with a cheerful grin, leading the way.

At the Storage Transfer Center, Yang Wu once again arrived at the warehouse where he had previously received his motorcycle.

Naturally, the first floor really was just a warehouse. For business negotiations, they had to go upstairs to the second floor.

Upon entering the warehouse's second floor, they were greeted by a fairly large lounge. Standing before its floor-to-ceiling windows, they could clearly see the view outside.

There were also quite a few long sofas placed beside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Yet there was not a single person there!

Wang Yu led Yang Wu to an office nearby. Though the office was lavishly decorated, the freshly painted walls made it obvious that it had only recently opened.

"Come, sit over here."

Inside the office, Wang Yu put down the backpack, pointed at the sofa beside them, then picked up a teacup and asked with a smile.

"Brother Yang, what would you like to drink?"

"A cup of West Lake Dragon Well."

Yang Wu did not stand on ceremony and plopped down onto the sofa.

Perhaps he was getting older. Ever since Wu Tong had treated him to it once, he had grown quite nostalgic for the crisp, refreshing taste of West Lake Dragon Well.

Before long.

Old Chen, Wang Yu's middle-aged assistant, came over carrying a testing instrument.

When the complete pelt of the Silver Moon Wolf was spread flat across the floor.

"This is... a Hunter!"

The assistant was stunned, and even Wang Yu, the chubby fellow, could not help standing up.

"Holy crap."

Wang Yu was utterly shocked. He had Old Chen step aside and personally began the inspection, taking the materials out of the backpack one by one.

Fur, claws, eyeballs, fangs...

Only after taking out the final skullcap did Wang Yu let out a heartfelt exclamation.

"That's fucking awesome, Brother Yang!"

He had already tried his best to overestimate Yang Wu's strength, but it seemed he had still underestimated him.

After the examination, it was confirmed to be an Advanced Beast General Silver Moon Wolf. Judging from the intactness of its fur, it could be determined that the wolf had put up very little resistance when it was killed.

It had even been killed in a single strike!

An Advanced Beast General Silver Moon Wolf—taking it down so easily would probably not be easy even for an Elementary War God, would it?

But in truth, Yang Wu was not as strong as Wang Yu imagined. The Silver Moon Wolf had merely been careless, and Yang Wu had found its fatal weakness and delivered a deadly strike in an instant.

There was strength involved, but luck had also played a part.

If it happened again, it probably would not go so smoothly!

"Hehe, Brother Yang, name your price."

Feeling thoroughly satisfied, Wang Yu returned to his seat. He took a sip of tea and spoke generously.

"I name it?"

Yang Wu was somewhat puzzled. Had this guy not learned his lesson from the nuclear bomb last time?

"Yeah, name whatever you want!"

Wang Yu waved his hand grandly, indicating that he could afford any price.

"Two billion!"

"Pfft!"

Wang Yu nearly sprayed out his mouthful of tea.

"Cough, cough, Brother Yang, this number!"

He put down his teacup, wiped the tea from the corner of his mouth, and hurriedly held up his fingers in a gesture.

"Eight hundred million? Fine, deal!"

Wang Yu cursed internally.

That was six, not eight!

But when he saw Yang Wu's faintly smiling gaze, he inexplicably felt guilty.

"Hehe... deal!"

Forget it. Earning a little less was still earning.

Wang Yu immediately began handling the transfer procedures. Once Yang Wu received a balance-change notification on his communication watch, he prepared to take his leave.

"Oh, right, this tea is pretty good!"

"Get me a pound!"

That afternoon.

Yang Wu took the train back to Jiangnan Base City.

"Whoosh!"

The carriage doors opened, and Yang Wu followed the other passengers out in a steady stream. The conductor's announcements continued to echo through the train.

The moment Yang Wu stepped off the train, all kinds of clamor reached his ears. Looking around, the station was still packed with people, with endless crowds coming and going.

The main urban district of the base city had a population of over a hundred million, yet there was only one train station. One could imagine just how noisy and bustling this place was.

This was vitality—boiling, overflowing vitality!

Yang Wu felt deeply moved as well. Though he had only spent five or six days in the Wilderness Area, it was desolate and ruined everywhere. Those abandoned cities had long since become unrecognizable.

During those days, he had not encountered any other martial artist squads. It was as if he were the only living person in the entire city.

That feeling of loneliness could suffocate a person!

Humans were social creatures, and loneliness was part of human nature.

People were bound to fear loneliness. Perhaps he had not yet reached a certain level and could not overcome it.

The base city!

It was where humanity could live safely, where human civilization still existed, and the last stronghold of human society.

Why did the nation grant martial artists special privileges?

Rights and responsibilities had to be equal!

The greater the rights, the greater the responsibilities.

To ordinary humans, even an Elementary Beast General Level monster was exceedingly dangerous, even if a thousand people were properly armed.

But for martial artists, just one of the same level was enough.

Their status and their privileges had all been earned through risking their lives.

It was precisely because they stepped forward and killed vast numbers of monsters that ordinary humans could live safely within human base cities.

Whenever you enjoyed rights, someone had to fulfill the corresponding obligations for that enjoyment!

Inside the train station, there were passages for ordinary people, and naturally, special passages for martial artists. This was also one manifestation of martial artists' privileges.

After getting off the train.

Yang Wu followed a group of martial artists through the special martial artist passage and arrived at a small parking lot.

Parked there were dedicated vehicles belonging to the Limit Martial Hall, Thunder Martial Hall, HR Alliance Mall, and various families under the HR Alliance.

Whenever a train arrived, the drivers of all these dedicated vehicles remained here with utmost focus, ready at all times to pick up their martial artists.

"Let's go to the Limit Main Hall."

Yang Wu headed straight into the Limit Main Hall's dedicated vehicle.

"Got it."

The car started, shifted into gear, and sped off with one press of the accelerator.

After the comfortable SUV slowly drove out of the parking lot, it immediately headed toward the Limit Main Hall.