After forty minutes, Mu Rufeng had only one pallet of Blood Flower Beer left.
As for An Lu's instant noodles, two-fifths still remained.
Moreover, as time passed, the changes inside the truck would make An Lu's unloading speed slower and slower.
The total unloading time was roughly estimated to be around one hour and twenty minutes.
That meant An Lu had about forty minutes of free time.
Of course, An Lu did not dare calculate the timing that precisely. He would definitely finish about ten minutes early.
Meanwhile, on Mu Rufeng's side, only eighty minutes had passed for unloading the Scarlet Eyeballs, leaving another forty minutes.
As for the Blood Flower Beer, there was even less to worry about.
"Mu Rufeng, you only have forty minutes left, don't you? Let's see what you'll do." An Lu grinned sinisterly.
Mu Rufeng could not even be bothered to respond. He yawned and walked straight into the Blood Flower Beer truck.
But after Mu Rufeng stacked the remaining Blood Flower Beer, the truck suddenly began to shake violently.
In the next instant, a cloud of black mist emerged and finally took the form of a deathly pale man.
"How are you unloading so fast? Are there three of you unloading?" the driver shouted sharply.
"Driver Bro, why are you yelling so loudly? I'm unloading by myself. This is the last pallet. Could you please move aside?"
Mu Rufeng had originally planned to slack off and sleep here. Seeing the driver appear, however, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, and he immediately spoke.
"By yourself? Impossible. Absolutely impossible. I'm delivering Blood Flower Beer. It breaks easily. There's no way you could be this fast."
"How did you do it?" The driver stared fixedly at Mu Rufeng.
"I'm strong, so I unload quickly. What's the problem? Though, Driver Bro, I seem to remember that if the unloading time is under an hour, something bad will happen, right?"
"Driver Bro, you wouldn't want something like that to happen either, would you?" Mu Rufeng smiled as he extended his hand, rubbing his thumb and index finger together.
The driver had originally wanted to scare Mu Rufeng, but Mu Rufeng's gesture left him completely baffled.
The driver's gaze fell on the work badge hanging from Mu Rufeng's chest.
"Utter nonsense. You're a new loader, aren't you? Stay here obediently, and I will..."
Before the driver could finish, Mu Rufeng cut him off. "Sorry, Driver Bro, please move aside. I need to head out."
As he spoke, Mu Rufeng slid the pallet jack beneath the cargo and dragged it toward the outside.
"Wait, wait! I'll give it to you." The driver panicked and hurriedly stopped him, not even having time to think things through.
He then pulled a five-dollar bill from his body.
"This is soul currency, the universal currency of the dungeon world. It's good stuff. Here, take it." The driver handed the five dollars to Mu Rufeng, his face full of pride.
"..."
Mu Rufeng did not even say a word. He simply kept dragging the cargo forward.
"Wait, is it too little? Ten dollars. I'll give you ten dollars."
"Twenty dollars. I'll give you twenty dollars. Twenty is a lot already."
Mu Rufeng stopped before reaching the truck's rear. Turning around, he looked at Driver Bro and slowly said, "The last driver gave me a hundred bucks. Are you sending me off like a beggar?"
Driver Bro's heart skipped a beat.
"One hundred, one hundred. I'll give you a hundred." Driver Bro immediately pulled out a blood-red hundred-dollar bill.
"Please, you must finish unloading later." The driver spoke with extreme heartache.
"Mm, that's more like it. All right, I'll sleep here for a while." Mu Rufeng grinned as he took the hundred-dollar bill and put it away.
"Thank you, thank you!" Seeing Mu Rufeng agree, the driver was immediately overwhelmed with gratitude.
However, he did not leave. Apparently afraid Mu Rufeng would stand him up, he simply stood at the rear of the truck, perfectly blocking Mu Rufeng's way.
Mu Rufeng did not care.
He set several alarms on his phone for thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-two minutes later.
The three alarms would ensure Mu Rufeng woke up.
When he said he would sleep, he truly meant it.
Although he felt quite energetic, he had already worked all day, then abruptly come to this Oddity World, and unloaded two truckloads of goods.
The Zombie Template kept him from feeling exhausted, but that did not stop him from wanting to rest.
He remembered that time here ran opposite to the real world.
It should be 8:50 at night in the real world, while here it was 8:50 in the morning.
That meant there were still nine hours until clocking out. Resting now could not go wrong.
Mu Rufeng lay down atop the ten cartons of goods. By rights, they should have felt uncomfortable against his back, but he seemed to feel nothing. The moment he closed his eyes, he fell into a deep sleep.
Two years as a loader had not only given Mu Rufeng a strong body, but also bestowed upon him the miraculous skill of falling asleep instantly.
Just imagine it: after a tiring day, returning to the dormitory with no desire to do anything, only one thought left in your mind—sleep.
That was why Mu Rufeng could fall asleep the moment he collapsed onto a bed. Hard wooden boards and uncomfortable cargo made no difference.
Of course, he was not such a deep sleeper that even heaven and earth collapsing would fail to wake him. An alarm could wake him with ease.
As for whether he worried that the driver might attack him or steal his soul currency.
Mu Rufeng was not worried, because both Drivers and employees had to obey the rules.
When a loader was inside a truck, the driver could not make a move against him—not even steal from him.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour passed.
Mu Rufeng's alarm rang right on time.
Mu Rufeng woke at once. After turning off the alarm, he also disabled the other two alarms before they could ring.
Only then did Mu Rufeng sway over and take hold of the pallet jack.
The driver was nowhere to be seen.
Apparently, because the unloading time had exceeded an hour, he had returned to the driver's seat.
Mu Rufeng dragged the pallet jack out of the truck.
In the distance, when An Lu saw Mu Rufeng emerge, he was first delighted, then let out a cold sneer.
Mu Rufeng ignored An Lu and directly wheeled the pallet jack into the Scarlet Eyeball truck.
When Mu Rufeng slid the forks beneath the final pallet and prepared to drag it out.
Black smoke rose ahead once more. Chang Feng had arrived.
"This is the delivery slip. You need it to receive the goods." Chang Feng handed a white sheet to Mu Rufeng.
"All right, thanks." Mu Rufeng took the delivery slip, nodded to him, and dragged the cargo out of the truck.
The moment Mu Rufeng emerged, the truck suddenly belched out a massive amount of black smoke.
"Rumble—!" The truck's engine let out a violent roar.
Before long, the truck started up and drove away from the loading dock.
It really had been timed down to the very second. The moment the cargo was unloaded, the truck drove off.
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