Brother, stand down! Careful, that gun might go off!

All kinds of vehicles were parked at the junction outside the town. It looked like quite a few people were here.

A layer of Yellow Sands blanketed the town, and even the vehicles showed traces of it. Everything as far as the eye could see was covered in Yellow Sands.

When they saw a convoy approaching, several people immediately rushed out from the town entrance.

They all wore helmets, with scarves around their necks to keep out the blowing sand, and carried restricted blades.

"Stop!"

The men stood in front of the convoy, raised their blades, and shouted, "If you want to enter our Peace Town, hand over thirty percent of your convoy's supplies. Otherwise, you're not getting in."

In the lead vehicle, Liu Chuan frowned slightly at those words.

The highway ran past Peace Town, but now it was covered in Yellow Sands, with numerous vehicles parked on it. They were clearly there to block the road.

As for who had blocked it, the answer was obvious.

People from Peace Town had blocked the highway, forcing those fleeing behind them to pass through the town.

And anyone who wanted to enter Peace Town had to hand over supplies as a toll.

It was outright highway robbery.

Liu Chuan got out of the vehicle, looked at the three men before him, and smiled. "Bring out your leader. Even robbery has rules, doesn't it?"

"Fuck your rules! It's the apocalypse, and you're talking to me about rules?"

A man wearing sunglasses stepped forward from the group, holding a machete and acting as though he answered to no one but heaven itself.

As he spoke, he laid the machete against Liu Chuan's neck.

"Even if I kill you, nobody can do a damn thing to me!"

The man remained as arrogant as ever.

But when the other convoy members saw their captain being threatened, they grabbed their weapons and got out of their vehicles.

Lin Yi climbed out with the Soul-Devouring Saw on his back. The boost from Sequence Eight gave him an imposing presence.

Ji Qingcang, Wang Meng, Shen Qingqing, and Shen Chuchu followed close behind.

Six Sequence Transcendents in one convoy-that was undeniably a powerful force.

Not to mention the other members who had fled with them all the way here and were willing to fight for their lives alongside them. The weapons they brought out said it all.

Seeing the convoy ready to challenge him, the man with the machete showed no fear. He even laughed.

"You think you can scare me just because you've got numbers?"

He pointed his machete at Liu Chuan and cursed, "It's not like I've never killed anyone!"

As he spoke, he swung the machete at Liu Chuan's neck.

But just as the blade was about to strike, a roar erupted from the side, accompanied by flames.

The Soul-Devouring Saw roared.

Then everyone saw the machete in the man's hand snap. At the same time, the spinning Soul-Devouring Saw sent his head tumbling to the ground.

The others at the town entrance stared in shock and disbelief.

None of the convoys they had encountered before had anyone this ruthless.

They either obediently handed over supplies to enter Peace Town or took a detour through the sand beside it.

This was the first time they had encountered someone who killed immediately after a mere threat.

Looking at the white-haired man before them, who seemed a little sickly, none of the others dared step forward. He was clearly a Sequence Transcendent, and the chainsaw in his hand was no ordinary weapon either.

He was not someone they could afford to provoke.

Lin Yi glanced at the corpse on the ground and said grimly, "You even dared threaten our convoy's captain. I thought you must have a few lives to spare, but that was all you had?"

Liu Chuan looked back, chuckled, and gave him a thumbs-up. "Good old Lin. You really know how to make a guy feel safe."

"Keep your distance."

Lin Yi took a step back. The sight of the pink gourd at Liu Chuan's waist filled him with an inexplicable wariness.

Liu Chuan no longer had the masculine vigor he had possessed at the beginning.

The Passive Gourd had affected him far too much.

As Lin Yi stepped back, a wounded, aggrieved look immediately appeared in Liu Chuan's eyes.

Did you seriously just take a step back?

"Enough. Stop fooling around."

Ji Qingcang stepped forward with a frown. "What now? We killed someone from Peace Town. They'll probably come out to make trouble for us soon, and we don't know anything about them."

"What are you afraid of? Isn't Lin already at Sequence Eight? Even if Peace Town has powerful fighters, it's not like a whole bunch of Sequence Eights will show up, right?"

Still smiling, Liu Chuan patted the Passive Gourd at his waist. "Besides, you've got me, haven't you? Surely we won't run into anything as troublesome as that Aberration Symbiote here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of an engine rang out from a street in Peace Town.

An off-road vehicle appeared in everyone's view.

There were two people inside: a short-haired woman driving, and an obese man wearing an oversized, last-century military uniform of the sort sold online, along with a pair of sunglasses.

To be fair, he looked pretty intimidating at first glance.

Soon, the off-road vehicle stopped at the entrance. The obese man jumped out and pulled a handgun from his waist.

The faces of the Survival Rules Convoy members darkened at the sight of the handgun.

Guns were banned in this country.

Anyone who could get hold of one here was no ordinary person.

When the apocalypse had first begun, Lin Yi had considered taking advantage of the chaos to check out the Police Station, only to find that the armory had already been emptied.

Plenty of others had shared his idea, but unfortunately, they had all come away empty-handed.

Clearly, the police had received word in advance, emptied the armory at once, and left with the weapons.

"Who the fuck killed one of my boys? I'm Liu Dashuai!"

The fat man strode forward, full of arrogance. "Talk! Who did it? Don't you fucking know Peace Town is my turf? You dare attack someone here? Are you sick of living?"

Lin Yi glanced back at Ji Qingcang and asked, "Can you draw his attention for me?"

"You want to snatch it?"

Ji Qingcang frowned. "We can give it a try. He seems to have only that one handgun. At Sequence Eight, you should have nothing to fear from guns anymore."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Qingcang suddenly let out a roar, startling everyone into looking his way.

Liu Dashuai's hand shook, and he instinctively moved to fire.

But the moment he saw Ji Qingcang turn into a huge white bear, he found that the gun in his hand could no longer make a sound.

Someone had already reached his side and effortlessly snatched the handgun from him. Its dark muzzle was now pointed at his head.

Liu Dashuai panicked. Realizing he could not afford to provoke the man before him, he hastily raised his hands and said:

"Brother, stand down! It's a misunderstanding! Careful, that gun might go off..."