"There's only one bullet in the gun." That was the last thing they heard from the departing car.
Xu Huo bent down and picked up the gun. He pulled out the magazine and checked. Sure enough, there was only one bullet.
But the thugs closing in on him were another matter. Every one of them had a gun, and several spare magazines tucked away.
Xu Huo held the gun, then suddenly tilted his head back to stare at the pitch-black sky and sighed, "How boring."
He woke up.
His items showed no signs of having been attacked, and the shelter was safe and sound. Housekeeper No. 25 was still sitting beside him.
He put away his protective armor and Three Seconds of Life, then opened the door and went outside.
"You came out in less than three hours. That was fast." Chi Xian walked over. "Did you not fall asleep, or did you wake up?"
The three hours included the time spent waking him up on previous occasions. In reality, he had slept for less than two hours.
"I woke up. I got up to have something to eat," Xu Huo said.
"Xu is a real comedian." Tong Qi, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, opened the window of the transparent rubber tent covering him and tossed Xu Huo a packet. "My mom made this. It's delicious."
"Now that we know it's not the fungus causing the problem, eating and drinking shouldn't have much of an effect," Chi Xian explained.
The game sold disposable protective shields. When in Rome, Xu Huo did as the Romans did: he activated a shield before tearing open the vacuum-sealed packet and taking a bite.
"It does taste good."
"Right?" Tong Qi said with a grin. "A lot of the time, you can't even