Seeking a Glimmer of Dawn

Seeing the furious look on Zheng Alin's face,

Nie Shufeng, who had been considering getting out, chose to settle back into his seat.

Wu Zhiyou also ducked his head and looked away.

Both silently warned themselves not to provoke Zheng Alin lightly in the future.

Elsewhere, Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan were no longer dealing with Chen Fan's flying sword.

Instead, each of them was under attack by three Iron-Armored Jiangshi.

Chen Fan's flying sword continued to circle overhead, keeping them both on edge.

Chen Fan now had nearly thirty Iron-Armored Jiangshi under his control, so sending out six was easy.

Each of these jiangshi possessed the physical strength of a first-tier transcendent, and their bodies were as hard as if they were clad in iron armor.

Facing three opponents apiece, Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan simply couldn't cope.

They had long since been trapped in a desperate battle, with danger at every turn.

Shen Li's brass knuckles left only tiny dents when they struck the Iron-Armored Jiangshi, unable to break through their defenses.

The jiangshi's sharp claws, on the other hand, had already left wounds all over him.

The wounds had turned bluish-black from the corpse poison that had entered his body, and even his lips were black now.

Ma Wuyuan wasn't doing much better. His long whip had been quite powerful at first.

Each lash had carried lightning.

It had been quite effective against the Iron-Armored Jiangshi.

It left charred wounds several inches deep, far more damaging than the dents Shen Li had made.

But after five consecutive lashes, Ma Wuyuan's supernatural power had fizzled out.

His lightning whip worked for only five strikes. Any more than that and it was useless.

After that, he could only scramble to dodge the jiangshi's attacks, ending up in an even sorrier state than Shen Li.

Corpse poison had entered his body as well, and he was on the verge of defeat.

Inside the RV, Chen Fan saw that Zheng Alin had finished her fight.

He prepared to use the Spirit Refining Sword to reap the other two as well.

He didn't want to play anymore.

He had only wanted to stall for a while and make the Fairness Convoy contribute against the perverts blocking the road.

Who said being the lead vehicle meant he had to take care of everything?

Now the Fairness Convoy had done its part and taken out a major combatant, so it was time for him to finish things up.

The Spirit Refining Sword slashed down through the air.

Unexpectedly, after Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan saw that Jiang Yanming had been killed, they promptly dropped to their knees and slid forward.

"Wait! We admit defeat! We surrender! We're willing to join you. Please spare us!"

The jiangshi's claws stopped at the tips of their noses.

The Spirit Refining Sword halted above their heads.

Sitting on the sofa in the RV, Chen Fan clicked his tongue.

Those two had certainly been quick to kneel.

He had been so close to gaining a little more material for his Ten Thousand Souls Banner and black coffin.

Everyone who needed killing was dead. Now that it was time to reap the rewards, he couldn't stay in the RV any longer.

He needed to show himself.

Chen Fan opened the RV door and stepped out at a leisurely pace.

At the same time, the SUV door opened, and Nie Shufeng got out and walked over.

Chen Fan and Nie Shufeng exchanged a glance and smiled at each other.

But inwardly, they were both cursing.

You didn't make a move during the fight, but now you've shown up.

Nie Shufeng, meanwhile, was thinking, A Lin from our team did her part. I can't let you recruit everyone into your convoy again.

The two came together and exchanged another glance.

Each seemed to see what the other was thinking.

"Hahaha, haha, hahaha..."

They shared a few awkward laughs, both understanding without a word.

Then they walked toward the Gentleman Convoy together.

When they reached the middle of the road, they began addressing the people in the other convoy.

Chen Fan said, "Everyone, now that your captain is dead, have you considered joining our convoy? The conditions in our Mortal Convoy are very relaxed..."

Nie Shufeng cut in. "You're also welcome to join our Fairness Convoy. As its name suggests, our Fairness Convoy values fairness in everything it does..."

Chen Fan took over. "Whatever else you might say about our Mortal Convoy, our strength is beyond question. You can rest easy when it comes to safety..."

The people of the Gentleman Convoy were baffled by the scene.

They hadn't expected what looked like one group to actually be two convoys.

Still less had they expected the two to compete for recruits.

Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan, still kneeling nearby, exchanged a glance, equally unsure what was going on.

Noticing the strange looks in the survivors' eyes, Nie Shufeng glanced at Chen Fan and tried a different approach.

"You might not be aware, but we're actually an alliance of convoys, currently made up of our two convoys. Both of our convoys are very friendly toward survivors. If you're interested, you're welcome to join either of us."

Chen Fan smiled and stopped competing with Nie Shufeng, agreeing with his explanation.

"That's right. You're all welcome to join our alliance."

The people of the Gentleman Convoy murmured among themselves.

Now that they understood the situation, they were evidently considering their options.

Chen Fan and Nie Shufeng pressed them no further and prepared to return to their convoy.

They had already made it clear they were recruiting. Anyone who wanted to join would surely come to them before they set off.

As Chen Fan passed the kneeling Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan, he looked down at them and asked with a smile, "What about you two? Have you decided which convoy to join? I suggest you think carefully before answering."

Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan felt bitter as they looked at the jiangshi's claws just in front of their noses and the flying sword hanging above their heads.

Did they really have a choice?

Nie Shufeng spoke up, looking at Chen Fan with a faint smile. "Captain Chen, is that really necessary? How can they choose with your sword pointed at them? What, are you afraid you can't compete with the Fairness Convoy?"

Chen Fan glared at the two men and waved his hand, putting away the Spirit Refining Sword and the jiangshi.

As for the corpse poison in their bodies, not much had entered yet. With their transcendent physiques, they could metabolize it after a period of rest.

Then Chen Fan chuckled. "You're funny, Captain Nie. I was only asking in passing. Let's go and let them choose for themselves."

Nie Shufeng smiled and nodded, then suddenly called out to Zheng Alin, who had calmed down and was standing some distance away with nothing to do.

"A Lin, you must be tired after all that. Get back in the car and rest. Your captain's heart aches for you."

Zheng Alin looked over in bewilderment.

Since when did Nie Shufeng get so disgusting?

Chen Fan's face darkened, and he cursed the old fox inwardly.

Nie Shufeng was plainly telling everyone in the Gentleman Convoy that the person who had killed their captain belonged to the Fairness Convoy, and that they should weigh their choice carefully.

Just then, Chen Fan saw that Li Yuanyuan had also gotten out and was standing there, curiously watching what was happening.

He immediately called out, "Yuanyuan, don't worry, it's all over. I sent Old Yan out earlier and kept you in the car because I didn't want you to see something that would hurt your eyes. It's fine now, so you can come out and stretch your legs."

Chen Fan silently praised himself for his quick thinking. Hadn't he just established himself as a boss who cared about his subordinates?

Nie Shufeng looked over with a smile, as though he had seen through everything.

Only Li Yuanyuan stood there, utterly confused.

She had just gotten out of the car. How did this involve her?

Chen Fan and Nie Shufeng walked back toward their convoy side by side.

Nie Shufeng suggested, "Our alliance has been properly established for quite a while now. We'll run into situations like this again, and we don't even have a name to introduce ourselves by. How about we give the alliance a name?"

Chen Fan nodded. "Sure. Let's call it the Immortal-Mortal Alliance!"

Nie Shufeng objected. "That only represents your Mortal Convoy. Where's my Fairness Convoy?"

"It's there, of course. Immortal represents me, an Immortal Master of the Artifact Dao. Mortal naturally represents you, a mere mortal."

"...I think the Libra Alliance would be better. The heavens can represent your immortality, and the scales represent fairness on our side."

"You're the one doing it on purpose. Everyone would think Libra was about fairness. What does it have to do with the Mortal Convoy?"

"Then what do you think we should call it?"

"The Immortal-Tree Alliance. Immortal represents me, and Tree represents you, Brother Tree."

"That makes no sense."

After a moment of thought,

Nie Shufeng spoke again. "We keep moving through this apocalypse, forming convoys and even allying with one another, all to survive, to escape this apocalypse one day, to seek that glimmer of dawn. How about the Dawn Alliance?"

Chen Fan nodded. "Sure. In the future, my Mortal Convoy will surely be the number one convoy in the Dawn Alliance."

"Heh, it's enough that our Fairness Convoy is number one in the Dawn Alliance right now."

"Damn it, you think having more people makes you so great? Just wait until they've made their choices. If that doesn't settle it, we can have a match!"

Nie Shufeng walked away with a smile, leaving him with one word.

"Childish!"