Chapter 67

But now, as the adrenaline subsided and his fighting spirit calmed, Han Fei looked around and truly realized just how chaotic a battlefield he had just been in.

Even so, he felt no lingering fear; instead, only one thought exploded within him like fireworks:

--I'm awesome!

If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, he would have stood there with his hands on his hips, savoring the exhilarating feeling of dominating the battlefield.

Under Han Fei's violent elbow strikes, the corpses on the ground were barely recognizable as human figures; one could only barely distinguish whether they were elite soldiers or ordinary grunts by the color and pattern of their clothes.

Han Fei wasn't picky; he didn't care whether they were elite troops or ragtag soldiers. He just wanted to taste them first.

In Secret Mode, the drop rate of minions isn't exceptionally high, but you can still get some.

Han Fei tried to stuff his bag and chest strap with things, but soon, a new problem arose.

--The bag is full.

His chest pendant was very small; after filling the 12 slots with medicine, there wasn't much space left.

The bag was quite large, with 25 compartments, but Han Fei had eaten quite a few meals before, so now his backpack wasn't big enough.

Han Fei felt very reluctant to part with the military canned food that appeared in the soldier's bag.

This thing costs 15,000 per slot, which is really good. It's much better than those little purple ones like the Stepmother Earrings.

But Han Fei really can't keep up the act anymore.

Where am I supposed to find more space?

Han Fei scratched his head, his gaze sweeping over the 15-slot soldier pack that came with the corpse in the search interface. A bold idea grew wildly like weeds.

--Or should I try hanging another bag around my neck?

Han Fei had never tried doing this before, because he was used to Delta Force's mechanisms.

In this system, a player can only carry one bag, and cannot use multiple bags together.

But rules are rules, people are flexible.

Han Fei is now willing to give it a try.

So he simply pulled out the soldier's 15-slot bag, tried wearing it on his chest, and then brought up the interface.

However, the unchanged equipment interface undoubtedly confirmed to Han Fei that his little tricks were not recognized by the system.

"Tsk, looks like it won't work." Han Fei clicked his tongue in disappointment.

Since the mechanism is so strict, Han Fei guessed that even if he forcibly stuffed the extra backpack into his person and took it back, he probably wouldn't be able to escape the Special Operations Center's "security check" and wouldn't be able to bring it in.

After all, this is the mechanism of the Delta Force.

But then, an even more perplexing problem arose:

"In that case, can Texas take her things back with her?"

Han Fei stroked his chin, his brows furrowed. "Theoretically, it's feasible. She's my teammate. It's normal for a teammate to carry a chest strap and a backpack; it fits the game mechanics. But what if she can't bring it back? That would be a disaster."

It's no wonder Han Fei had such thoughts, after all, this was his first time going on a mission with the locals of Terra.

Even though Texas was assigned as a teammate through a mechanism when they first came together, meaning that Texas theoretically has the equipment space for a backpack and a chest accessory.

But since he had never experienced it before, Han Fei couldn't help but let his mind wander.

"Then, let's not put anything valuable in Texas's bag for now."

Thinking of this, Han Fei didn't throw away the 15-compartment bag he was carrying on his chest.

"Texas doesn't have anything valuable in her bag yet. Let her change into this bag when we get back."

Texas's bag contained only a Bizon that Han Fei had casually picked up earlier and some white eggs—all worthless items; she could simply swap bags.

A figure, like a pink cherry blossom quietly blooming in the morning light, silently came into his view.

It's Lemuen.

She walked slowly and lightly, as if the ground beneath her feet was not scorched earth stained with blood, but a lush meadow covered with morning dew.

The rising sun cast a soft golden glow around her, bathing her long, smooth pink hair in a warm light. A few strands of hair were gently lifted by the breeze, dancing lightly against her porcelain-white cheeks.

Lemuen seemed to possess a strange aura of tranquility, which seemed out of place in this carnage of corpses and bloodshed, yet it was like a silent comfort, quietly dispelling the thick, oppressive malevolence in the air.

Her simple, elegant dress fluttered gently in the wind, spotless and pristine, as if she stood apart from this cruel world, solely to deliver this breathtaking tenderness to him.

She's so beautiful...

This thought, like a petal falling in the wind, quietly settled in Han Fei's heart.

He stood quietly, his gaze following Lemuen's figure until she slowly approached him, carrying the fresh scent of morning dew.

"Why are you here?" Han Fei gazed into Lemuen's pink eyes, which seemed to be filled with the morning light, and his voice softened unconsciously, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

"Because."

Lemuen's long eyelashes trembled slightly, her gaze briefly meeting Han Fei's before gliding lightly across the ravaged land. "I have nothing to do."

Her gaze swept over the devastation of the battlefield, her voice soft yet strangely penetrating. "The closer I get here, the more I can feel the traces of your power."

She withdrew her gaze and returned it to Han Fei's face, a gentle smile curving her lips, her pink eyes sparkling with genuine admiration. "You're really amazing, so much stronger than I imagined."

"Do you know why?" Han Fei's lips curled into a frivolous smile.

A perfectly timed hint of curiosity flashed in Lemuen's eyes as she softly asked, "Why?"

"Because I'm incredibly handsome."

A gleaming gold coin seemed to come alive, leaping nimbly from between his fingers, tracing a dazzling arc in the air, and finally being firmly caught between his slender index and middle fingers. The movement was fluid and graceful.

Han Fei held the coin, raised an eyebrow at Lemuen, and said, "Really."

His fluid movements, coupled with his confident words and a face that rivals the Veyron "Flying Tigers" in looks, undoubtedly made his statement "I'm incredibly handsome" even more convincing.

However, seeing Han Fei's deliberately cool pose, Lemuen couldn't resist in the end.

"Pfft..."

A soft laugh escaped from Lemuen's lips. She subconsciously raised her slender hand to cover her lips, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You're so narcissistic."

Han Fei raised an eyebrow, flicked his wrist to collect the coin, and then took a step forward, instantly closing the distance.

He leaned slightly forward, gazing down at the person before him, a roguish, nonchalant smile playing on his lips, his deep voice carrying a hint of seduction:

"Sister An, look me in the eyes."

At 169cm, Lemuen is considered tall for a woman, and even when facing Han Fei, her composure never diminished her presence.

But this time, when her gaze actually met Han Fei's deep eyes, her heart felt as if it had been gently tickled by something.

A strange, sudden surge of emotion struck her without warning, as clear as a drumbeat, or like a clumsy fawn, pounding heavily against her chest, again and again.

A mix of tension and a secret anticipation that even Lemuen herself didn't fully understand quietly spread through her heart.

She could clearly smell his scent—the chilling lingering smell of gunpowder, the rusty stench of blood, and a faint trace of sweat that belonged to a masculine physique.

Normally, this mixed aura would have been enough to make her frown and back away.

But at this moment, Lemuen's feet seemed to be rooted to the spot. She tilted her head slightly, her pink eyes still clear, but as if veiled by a thin mist, quietly and attentively looking back at him, letting his presence envelop her.

Under Lemuen's silent gaze, Han Fei spoke again, with a hint of unwavering persistence:

Am I really not handsome?

--boom!

The romantic, heart-pounding atmosphere from just now was instantly shattered by this blunt question!

Lemuen felt a lump in her throat, her brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, but then her smile blossomed even more brightly and beautifully.

However, those who know her well can sense that beneath that gentle and bright smile, as warm as the spring sun, a chilling glint, carrying a hint of "nuclear kindness," is quietly flashing across her eyes.

"Handsome! Our Han Fei is the most handsome!"

Even when she's furious, the cunning Sister An can still manage a warm smile.

"Yeah?"

Han Fei looked at Lemuen with some suspicion, wondering why she seemed to be gritting her teeth.

Thinking of this, Han Fei instinctively sensed danger. He narrowed his eyes and subconsciously said, "Sister An, there shouldn't be any Cactus Tart in the car, right?"

"There is none left."

Lemuen maintained her gentle smile and said, "But if someone wants to eat it, I can make it fresh. It might not taste quite the same, but I'll try my best to replicate the Pope's favorite flavor."

"Eat?"

Han Fei was so frightened that he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "No, please don't replicate it, no, don't make that stuff, I won't eat it, thank you."

"Look how scared you are!"

Lemuen's light laugh faded slightly as she said, "Since you don't like it, I won't do it, but..."

Lemuen glanced at the corpses on the ground and said, "Have you searched everything?"

Not yet.

Han Fei scratched the back of his head and said, "It'll take a little more time."

"No rush, you can search at your own pace."

This time, Lemuen didn't offer to help again. She had noticed before that even with Texas, whom he trusted greatly, Han Fei hadn't let her get involved.

Although Lemuen didn't know the reason, she figured there must be some logic to it.

"Then I'll get to work."

Han Fei stretched, admitting that looting the minions' packs was a rather tedious process.

It's not that searching is too boring, but rather that searching for "soldier packs" is inherently uninspiring.

It's a common understanding among players that the drop rate in the minion packs is low. At first, Han Fei still had some hope, thinking that even if he didn't get a card, it would be good to get one.

But as the spoils of war gradually appeared, this sense of anticipation faded amidst the blue sky and white clouds.

Therefore, Han Fei never expects a high drop rate before looting.

Unlike touching a high-explosive container, before searching, you can at least hope for a big hit.

Without anticipation, the process naturally becomes tedious and boring.

Fortunately, there was Lemuen, which helped pass the time.

As one soldier's bag after another was opened, Han Fei's expression gradually crumbled.

"Why is everyone so poor? Damn it, where's my precious stuff?"

After finding yet another bag belonging to someone extremely poor, Han Fei couldn't help but complain.

At that moment, he felt like a warrior panning for gold in a septic tank—knowing that there were "opportunities" everywhere, he still had to grit his teeth and crawl in, hoping to fish out some gold.

Knowing full well that the mountain holds history, they still chose to follow the historical path and claim it to be true.

Lemuen, who had been quietly observing him, blinked gently upon hearing this and said softly, "It seems your harvest wasn't very satisfactory."

"Not ideal? Rely on the defense!"

Han Fei sighed dramatically, his face full of disgust, and said, "They're all so poor, there's not a single thing to pick up."

He paused, then commented sharply, "It feels inferior to manhole covers and trash cans, Laterano!"

Hearing the word "manhole cover," several black lines appeared on Lemuen's forehead; those unpleasant things came to mind again.

She gently shook her head, trying to shake off the bad memories, and said:

"That's just how the Sarkaz."

Lemuen moved gracefully to Han Fei's side, her soft hand naturally resting on his taut shoulder, her fingertips unconsciously pressing lightly as she asked, "So, are you planning to call it quits, or continue your treasure hunt in this 'shit mountain'?"

Her voice remained gentle, but there seemed to be a subtle hint of teasing at the end.

"Don't give up, who knows, maybe some unlucky soul is carrying a treasure."

As Han Fei spoke, he stood up, suddenly looked at Lemuen beside him, and said, "Sister An, I need you!"

"Um?"

Lemuen gave a soft, questioning hum, her pink eyes widening slightly before curving into a gentle smile as she nodded. "Sure, what do you need me to do? As long as it's not too outrageous, I'll agree to anything."

Looking at Lemuen's tolerant and gentle smile, an inopportune thought quietly surfaced in Han Fei's mind.