Yo Xi, Hand Over the Goods and I'll Let You Live

At this moment.

Yan Huan sat on the ground, holding Black Abyss White Flower.

Someone had placed an iron basin beside him without him knowing.

Clink, clink. Coins were being thrown into the basin.

Hearing the sound, Yan Huan looked utterly confused.

"???"

Not everyone who came for treatment was broke.

Many people would voluntarily throw Winter City Shields into Yan Huan's iron basin as a consultation fee.

"What are you guys throwing? Don't you use Credits?" Yan Huan asked.

"Ah, we're already used to using Winter City Shields as currency. Does that bother you, little brother?"

"No, it's just the first time I've seen it." Yan Huan waved his hand, not paying much attention to the Winter City Shields in the iron basin.

Although, all along.

He felt something was off, but he couldn't quite place it.

Weren't they in the snowfield before? How did the tractor get here?

That white circle didn't just seem to be for acceleration.

"Mr. Yan Huan, um, the supplies have all been distributed."

At this moment, Herta came to Yan Huan's side to report.

"Oh, and Sister Ouga was helping too," Herta added.

Yan Huan nodded indifferently, then handed the overflowing basin of Winter City Shields to Herta.

"Take these to Sister Ouga. Consider it her labor fee. We're not short on money."

"Oh, oh."

Herta nodded, took the Winter City Shields, and went to find Ouga.

Seeing that the time was about right, Yan Huan stood up.

He looked around.

There wasn't a trace of ice or snow anywhere.

"I should leave quickly. I need to find March 7th and Dan Heng first."

Upon hearing this, Yan Huan got back into the tractor.

"Rumble... putter putter... bang! Rumble... putter putter... clatter!" The engine once again let out an aged sound.

The surrounding people: "..."

"Hiss, how do you activate that white circle again?"

Yan Huan looked at the control panel and was stumped again.

"Bang bang bang... bang bang bang—!!"

In front of everyone around, he started banging on it again.

The surrounding people: "..."

"Mr. Yan Huan, wait for me! Let me drive!" From a distance, Herta ran over, panting.

"Ha, can you do it?"

Immediately after, under everyone's gaze, Yan Huan sat to the side.

Herta was quick to act and went through a series of operations.

A white circle quickly appeared in front of the tractor.

"I just memorized it."

"Amazing, truly amazing." Yan Huan gave a thumbs-up. "Who dares say female drivers can't do it!"

The rusty tractor slowly started moving again.

"Putter putter... bang... clatter! Putter putter... bang... clatter!"

The onlookers: "..."

And so, the tractor slowly drove into the white circle under everyone's gaze.

At the same time, a woman carrying a basin overflowing with Winter City Shields rushed over anxiously.

"Herta, Mr. Yan Huan, this, this is just too much Winter City Shields, I can't..."

Before she could finish speaking, the tractor drove into the white circle and disappeared.

All that was left were clouds of black exhaust.

Belobog in normal times.

A tractor slowly emerged from the depths of the snowfield.

"Clomp, clomp, clomp... Bang! Clomp, clomp, clomp... Clang..."

Sampo: "..."

Beneath a distant tree, a blue-haired individual heard the familiar sound and immediately became delighted.

"This familiar tractor, this clattering wreck of a machine, it's him, it's him! It's really him!"

He spread his arms wide and rushed forward, blocking the tractor's path.

"Wait, buddy, wait, it's me, it's me!" He waved his hands, excitedly signaling to the tractor's driver.

But amidst the noisy engine, Sampo only heard these sounds.

"Brake!"

"Which one?"

"Brake!!"

"Which one?"

"Brake!!!"

"Which one?!"

"Bang—!!"

Sampo: "..."

With the familiar sensation, Sampo was once again run over by the tractor.

Soon, the tractor stopped.

Herta got out, complaining:

"You, you didn't even say which one."

Yan Huan comforted her:

"It's fine, small problem. Running someone over in a place like this probably won't be noticed."

Herta: "..."

Sampo got up and looked at the two of them in shock:

"I heard that."

Herta: "..."

"Wait... you, hiss, you look a little familiar?" Sampo began to examine Herta's appearance.

He asked uncertainly:

"What's your name?"

"My name is... Herta."

"???"

Sampo stared at the two people in front of him, shocked.

Good heavens, no wonder he sensed a temporal fluctuation when he first saw that wrecked tractor.

He looked at Yan Huan, his eyes wide:

"You, you actually went to the past and revived the near-death Eighth Generation Guardian?"

"What are you talking about?" Yan Huan frowned.

"Stop bothering me, I need to go chase a pink-haired person and a stoic one. This tractor is faulty and can't be driven anymore."

As he spoke, Yan Huan casually waved his hand, and the tractor disappeared in a flash of light.

"Wait, wait, wait, pink-haired and stoic, right? I know, I know." Sampo once again blocked Yan Huan's path. "I saw them, they've already entered the city!"

"Entered the city?" Yan Huan frowned. "Alright, then I can go back too."

Sampo: "???"

Saying that, Yan Huan started walking in the opposite direction.

"No, buddy, aren't you going into the city?"

"No, they're going into the city to get food, and I haven't eaten yet. I'm so tired, I want to go back and rest for a few days before going out again."

Sampo blocked Yan Huan and Herta again, anxiously saying:

"No, have you forgotten the purpose of your trip?"

"What purpose? To trim my nails while those two weren't around? I've already finished."

"It's to save this planet!"

"How do we save it? I have no idea."

"You need to seal the Stellaron!"

"What Stellaron? I don't even know where it is."

"The Supreme Guardian knows. You need to go find her!"

"If you know so much, why don't you go yourself?"

"Uh..."

Sampo sniffled and stared blankly at the two of them.

Did I just let something slip?

"Besides," Yan Huan eyed Sampo suspiciously, "who are you, and why are you so persistent in bothering me?"

"Me?" Sampo pointed to himself and chuckled, "I'm just out here picking up some ancient treasures from outside the city. I'll sell them for a little money later."

"So, you make a lot of money then?"

"Haha, it's just a small business."

Suddenly, to the bewilderment of Herta and Sampo, Yan Huan casually pulled a black ski mask from his pocket and put it on.

Then, he pulled an AK from his pocket.

He aimed the muzzle at Sampo:

"Yo, hand over your good stuff, and I'll let you live!"

Sampo's eyes widened, and he quickly raised his hands:

"No, this isn't right... Big brother, you're robbing me too?"

Beneath the black ski mask, Yan Huan's eyes were unfathomably deep, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "My identity as a Stellaron Hunter has been discovered by you. You cannot be allowed to live."

As he spoke, he was about to pull the trigger.

"Wait, wait, wait! Aren't you from the Star Rail Express?!" Sampo pleaded desperately.

Herta: "..."

The young girl had retreated several meters. She realized Yan Huan's mental state was not optimistic.

"You even know that." A hint of killing intent, imperceptible to others, flashed in Yan Huan's eyes.

But it quickly vanished.

Sampo only saw the bandit fire several shots into the air.

"Da da da da da—!!"

"Woohoo~ Since you've seen my true face, you're dead!"