With Folett dragged away and no one bothering him, Qin Siyang could finally have his haul inspected.
But when he took off his backpack, he discovered that the whole thing was plastered with slime!
Li Tianming gave it a disgusted look. "That's revolting! Why didn't you clean it off when you packed the disc carapace?"
"Wasn't I busy helping you up, you old geezer? I was dragging you out of there! When was I supposed to clean my backpack?"
"Stop talking and clean it up. The stench is so bad I can barely open my eyes."
Qin Siyang was about to fire back when he heard another voice, this one hoarse.
"I hear you're Qin Siyang?"
Qin Siyang looked back. A dark-skinned man in ragged clothes, with dreadlocks, stood before him.
His face was covered in dust, making his features hard to distinguish.
"Is that... Steve?!"
Someone in the crowd recognized him and immediately shouted his name.
"Steve's back too?! What day is it today? All the guys we only see once every month or two are here!"
"Steve takes twenty days' worth of rations every time he heads out. Now he's back and finds he's dropped a place in the rankings. Looks like he's pissed!"
"Seems someone told him about Qin Siyang? Wonder which busybody it was!"
Qin Siyang glanced back and asked the Inspector, "Who's this Steve, then?"
"Mister Qin, he's currently ranked third in points at this Safe Zone exit."
"That's it?"
"Yes..."
Qin Siyang shook his head, bent down, and began cleaning the slime off his backpack.
Li Tianming took out the God-Hunting Dagger. "Just cut it open! Cleaning it takes too long!"
"No! This bag's new! The Inspector only gave it to me the day before yesterday! And it's pretty comfortable to wear!"
The Inspector