"Whoosh!!"
The rumbling roar of the air gradually faded.
A huge, deep-blue transport ship shaped like a long rectangular box—and utterly defying the laws of physics—came to a stop at the airport.
"Transport team! Hurry up and unload these supplies!"
"Xu Feng! Liu Chuan! Bai He, get moving!"
"Coming!"
Xu Feng and the others climbed into a transport vehicle and drove toward the ship with a rumble.
Then came a bout of backbreaking labor.
Each crate weighed nearly 200 kilograms, and Xu Feng and the others had to carry at least two at a time.
That meant a total of 800 pounds!
With his physical fitness, he would have been considered a strongman even in his previous life.
But here, he was nothing more than a lowly laborer at the bottom of the ladder.
Just then, another triangular fighter jet descended.
The airport's ground crew suddenly stirred.
Xu Feng set down his load and looked up. A young man in a dark combat suit was stepping down from a bronze-colored triangular fighter jet.
Six martial artists who looked like students followed behind him. Each wore the uniform of Sky Moon Martial University.
They called it a uniform, but it offered the defensive protection of a basic combat suit. A single one cost close to several hundred thousand.
And the school handed these uniforms out to its martial arts students for free.
Xu Feng couldn't help feeling envious.
It wasn't the combat suit he envied, though. He had his eye on that bronze-colored triangular fighter jet, which looked as if it were made of bronze.
"Whoa, isn't that Zhao Feng, the third-year genius from Sky Moon Martial University?
"Damn, he's only a third-year student and already has a Bronze Grade fighter jet?
"Xu Feng, you share a name with him. How come the difference between people is so huge?"
The laborer Bai He beside him chuckled in admiration.
"Hey, don't look down on a poor middle-aged man. When we're rich, we'll buy a 'Bronze Fighter Jet' too. But I won't let you ride in it."
Xu Feng turned back and joked with a smile.
At that, the workers all laughed.
"Come on, hurry up and get back to work. When we're done, I'll buy you all some drinks."
Just then,
the foreman waved a hand and impatiently urged them on.
Xu Feng turned his gaze away and picked up a crate, something stirring inside him.
A "Bronze" fighter jet that could travel through the Dimension Realm and move freely between Earth and the Sky Pit World?
He quietly clenched his fists.
"Hah!"
He hoisted the crate onto his shoulder and strode toward the transport vehicle.
Six in the evening.
After finishing his day's work and collecting his daily wages, Xu Feng quickly headed to the Trading Zone.
"Boss, how much for this mutated Fierce Armor Beef?"
"199 a pound. It's great for replenishing your qi and blood. How many pounds?"
"Ahem, I'm just looking. How much for these Snake Blood Fruits?"
"56 a pound."
"Give me two—uh, no, just one."
"Sure thing."
After buying what he needed, Xu Feng turned and entered the Sky Moon Secondhand Shop.
"You again." The shopkeeper clearly recognized Xu Feng. He glanced at him and smiled.
"Hope business is booming, Boss. I'm here to pick out a couple of broken communicators."
Xu Feng wasn't bothered. He smiled as he spoke.
"You know how to repair them?" The shopkeeper still remembered the device Xu Feng had brought in last time, so he asked.
"Yeah. I can repair the Weihua Mate 940. I don't have the parts for the other models yet."
Xu Feng smiled but said nothing more.
The shopkeeper nodded and lay back down. "Not many people use the 940 these days. There's a row of shelves in the back. Pick one yourself.
"Oh, there are cameras in the shop. Anyone caught stealing will be fired. You know the rules."
"Got it." Xu Feng smiled, setting the fruits and vegetables he had bought on the counter. He soon picked out four communicators.
Three were 940s, and one was a slightly more advanced 945.
"That comes to 2,600. I'll give you a discount—how about 2,500?"
The shopkeeper smiled.
"Hm?" Xu Feng didn't believe the man would be so generous.
He checked the devices in his hands again. After confirming that they only had minor damage, he said, "Thanks, Boss. I also need some components."
The shopkeeper came over with a grin. "That's easy enough. How about we make a deal and work together more often?
"I told you the secondhand buyback price was 1,000, right?
"If you work with me from now on, I'll pay you 1,200. Think of it as me charging you 600 for the repair. I'm a steady buyer, and I take all kinds of devices. Give it some thought."
"Sure, sounds good. But if we do that, you'll have to give me another discount when I buy things from you."
Xu Feng didn't care whether they actually worked together in the future. For now, he'd just agree.
"For example, you could sell me the 940s for 500."
"500 is too low. That's practically scrap metal. 550."
"500. It's only 50 yuan, Boss. You run such a big business. Are you really going to quibble over 50? We'll have plenty of chances to work together in the future."
"Fine, fine. 500 it is. Then it's settled. From now on, you'll give me priority on the devices you repair."
"Deal! It's a promise!"
As he walked out of the shop,
Xu Feng's lips curled into a rare, relaxed smile.
No matter what, even if the price was low, at least he had a steady sales channel. That was far more reliable than selling the devices himself.
If he couldn't sell them himself in the future, he could always sell the rest to the shop. He wouldn't lose out either way.
In high spirits, Xu Feng headed to the butcher's and bought a pound of Fierce Armor Beef, which was great for replenishing qi and blood.
Then he headed home, satisfied.
He washed the vegetables and cooked dinner.
When Xiao Dan returned from school and saw the stir-fried beef on the table, she was stunned. She looked at Xu Feng as if she'd seen a ghost.
"Dad, are you sick? How can we afford beef?"
"First, I'm not sick. Second, eat your dinner. Third..." Xu Feng paused and looked at Xiao Dan. "Repeat after me: I'm not sick!"
After dinner,
Xu Feng hummed a little tune as he pulled two books out from under the bed.
One was called White Wolf Blade, and the other was called Secret Blade Art.
They had both been tucked among the books on electronic technology. They looked brand-new, which made it clear the previous owner had barely touched them.
Xu Feng had taken them out because he figured he needed some way to defend himself.
After all, the strange bird that had attacked people at night hadn't been killed yet. The deaths kept piling up, and that was bound to cause panic.
When that happened, he would need to watch out not only for mutated creatures, but possibly for other people too.
In this wretched place, how could anyone get by without a way to protect themselves?
The previous owner had failed to learn it because he was too stupid.
But Xu Feng was smart, and he had a status panel.
However, after flipping through the blade manual, Xu Feng set it aside.
It wasn't that he didn't want to learn it. He simply couldn't.
The very first step required a qi and blood value above 180c, the same requirement for applying to a Martial University!
He checked his status panel. His qi and blood value was only 173c.
Whoa, it had gone up by 1 point.
But he was still nowhere near 180.
So he turned his attention to the last book, a throwing-knife manual called Secret Blade Art.
Throwing knives were easy enough to use—anyone could start learning them. But mastering them was difficult.
They seemed perfect for Xu Feng.
As for throwing knives, the previous owner had tucked three into the manual.
They looked like they'd been handmade from some kind of cheap alloy. At a glance, they didn't seem worth much.
Xu Feng studied them briefly and combined what he remembered from playing darts. Before long, he could throw them with a fair bit of form.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
He threw three knives in a row, and every one missed.
Xu Feng rubbed his nose. Under Xiao Dan's bewildered gaze, he went over to the wall and retrieved the knives from its panels.
Unconvinced, Xu Feng returned to the doorway five meters away.
He adjusted his stance, raised his hand, and threw again.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
All three knives missed again.
But this time, Xu Feng's eyes suddenly lit up.
The knives had landed much closer than they had the last time.
"Again!"
Xu Feng retrieved the knives, raised his hand, and threw once more!
This time,
the knives shot out with a whoosh and hit the outermost five-ring!
"Yeah!"
Before Xu Feng could cheer, Xiao Dan jumped up first.
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