Bro, You Really Do Have Some Pull.

"You!" Faced with Scarface's chilling gaze, Wang Feng's heart trembled. Everything had veered off his plan.

For a moment, he had no idea what to do.

"You dare attack someone in the convoy! Aren't you afraid the Extraordinary will kick you out?" Seeing Wang Feng get shut down, a companion behind him immediately stepped forward, trying to invoke the Extraordinary as backing.

Scarface gave a contemptuous smile at that. "The rule says no killing. Crippling someone doesn't seem to break any rules."

"Besides, unless everyone here saw wrong, you were the ones who started this, weren't you?"

As he spoke, Scarface raised his machete and advanced on Wang Feng and the others, step by step.

It was clearly one against five, yet Scarface's presence towered so high that none of the five could even look up to it.

His two underlings leaped out of the pickup bed with machetes in hand, mockery in their eyes.

Under that terrifying pressure, the five began backing away instinctively.

"Whew."

Wang Feng took a deep breath. As Scarface's two men approached with gleaming machetes, he prepared to swallow the loss and negotiate compensation so his companions wouldn't get hurt.

Scarface would definitely demand an exorbitant price.

But compared to getting injured in the apocalypse, paying with supplies was probably the best choice.

Just as he was about to speak.

Footsteps approached from behind, accompanied by an exceedingly flat, indifferent voice. "Bro, give me some face..."

Before Wang Feng could react, Lin Qi passed straight through their group, his steps never faltering as he headed directly toward Scarface.

"Buddy..."

Wang Feng wanted to stop Lin Qi, but before he finished speaking, a sight that made his pupils contract sharply unfolded before him.

Scarface, who had been so arrogant just moments ago.

After Lin Qi appeared, he first looked startled, then confused, and finally indescribably shocked!

From Wang Feng's perspective, it was as though Scarface had encountered some incredible big shot, his confusion turning to shock?

Lin Qi, meanwhile, walked up to Scarface at an unhurried pace.

As though scared senseless, Scarface let him wrench the machete away.

"You!"

Feeling his body slip out of his control, Scarface couldn't conceal the horror in his voice.

Before he could say anything else, Lin Qi lifted the machete and lightly patted his shoulder with it. "If you don't want to die, shut up."

Feeling the icy chill against his neck, Scarface forcibly swallowed the words he had been about to say.

At the sight, his two underlings stopped in their tracks, their eyes filled with confusion and disbelief.

"B-Boss..."

An underling was just about to say something when Scarface glared viciously at him. "Quit wasting words! Get the gasoline out for our big brother! The two-liter can!"

"Ah, okay, okay." Seeing the machete resting against his boss's neck, the underling couldn't understand why his boss hadn't resisted at all and had been taken hostage so easily.

The gleaming machete left him no time to think further, and he was about to run toward the pickup bed.

Unexpectedly, Lin Qi's indifferent voice rang out again. "Why do I remember losing five cans of gasoline?"

He couldn't kill anyone in the convoy, so naturally, he needed to recoup some benefits another way.

With Scarface in this state, any other survivors who wanted to mess with him would presumably have to consider whether they were up to it.

Hearing Lin Qi's exorbitant demand, Scarface gritted his teeth. "Right, I remember it was five cans of gasoline too!"

The underling wanted to speak, but seeing his boss repeatedly signal him with his eyes, he could only obediently head to the truck bed despite his countless questions.

Only after the underling obediently brought the gasoline back did Lin Qi withdraw the machete.

Of course, he wasn't afraid of Scarface launching a surprise attack. Knowing that Lin Qi had an extraordinary ability, the man would have to have been kicked in the head by a donkey to try it.

Clearly, he hadn't.

"I failed to recognize who I was dealing with today. Let's end this here and stay out of each other's way from now on. How about it?" Scarface looked at Lin Qi with a complicated gaze. He truly couldn't understand why this guy concealed his extraordinary ability instead of revealing it and joining the Transcendent Squad.

The Transcendent Squad clearly offered better treatment, yet he insisted on playing weak among ordinary survivors.

Lin Qi picked up the five cans of gasoline without sparing Scarface another glance, then turned and left with the gasoline and machete.

Wang Feng had witnessed everything, and the shock in his eyes had never faded. Seeing Lin Qi leave, he hurried after him with his companions.

Confusion filled Wang Feng's eyes. "Buddy, do you know Scarface?"

Lin Qi said, "No."

Wang Feng said, "Then how do you have so much pull, buddy...?"

Scarface watched Lin Qi and the others recede into the distance, rubbing his neck with his right hand. "Fuck, I nearly capsized in a ditch."

"Boss, are we just letting this go?" One underling with a full-back tattoo was clearly unwilling to accept it.

"Heh, let it go? When have I ever taken a loss in my life?" Scarface sneered. "Something's off about that kid. He's probably an Extraordinary hiding his identity."

"An Extraordinary?"

The underling was about to cry out when Scarface clamped a hand over his mouth. "Are you fucking brain-dead? You want to shout it out so the other Extraordinary hear and recruit him? How would we get revenge then?"

Realizing he had said the wrong thing, the underling hurriedly nodded in agreement. "Right, right. You're right, Boss."

Only after seeing Lin Qi get into the SUV in the distance did Scarface continue, "From what I've observed lately, Extraordinary vary in strength too."

"For example, the convoy captain and that female Extraordinary who treats illnesses aren't even as good in a fight as we are."

"The only one we need to take seriously is that big oaf who can turn into Giant Bear."

Seeing his underlings listening attentively, Scarface pointed at the SUV and continued, "He doesn't actually have much fighting ability either, but just in case, go grab the woman who used to ride in his car."

"You need brains to get by out here. I noticed their little group before too. He cares a lot about that woman. Grab her, and we can bring him to heel without shedding a drop of blood!"

The more Scarface spoke, the fiercer the killing intent in his eyes grew.

An underling, however, spoke up in confusion. "When I was watching the commotion yesterday, it looked like he dumped her..."

Scarface snorted. "What do you know? Young couples have their spats. They fight at the head of the bed and make up at the foot. From all my years out here, I can tell he definitely cares about that woman..."

"Oh, okay. I'll find a chance to grab her." Finding Scarface's words reasonable too, the underling hurriedly nodded his agreement.

Lin Qi returned to the SUV and put the five cans of gasoline in the back seat. Having slept all night, he was no longer sleepy.

He hadn't expected Wang Feng and the others to stand up for him. Whatever their motives, they had ultimately helped him.

As for whether his extraordinary ability would be exposed.

His ability was very easy to conceal. As long as he didn't impose fines and used Give Me Some Face properly, it basically wouldn't be exposed.

Apart from the person subjected to it, no one could possibly imagine that his extraordinary ability was an extraordinary power.

Scarface was a smart man. And a smart man wouldn't push his enemy into a position where he would be even harder to deal with...