Challenging Captain Chen

Chen Fan's face darkened when he saw Li Yuanyuan like that.

He remembered she hadn't been like this before. How had she gotten so carried away?

Still, Li Yuanyuan's strength was up to scratch.

During the run to the village entrance, she had already killed two of the seven monsters.

More importantly, she had held her ground under their combined assault without getting hurt.

Chen Fan summoned the Spirit Refining Sword.

It shot through the air.

With a sweep of its blade, it cut down the remaining five monsters.

He casually collected their souls and corpses with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the black coffin.

Li Yuanyuan charged back to the convoy, still fired up, and shouted at Chen Fan, "Chen Fan, I challenge you!"

Chen Fan said helplessly, "The convoy's about to leave. I really don't have time to play around with you."

Li Yuanyuan looked furious. "Are you looking down on me? I'm challenging you today, no matter what."

At a loss, Chen Fan waved a hand and released ten iron-armored corpses.

"Go fight them!"

Li Yuanyuan fumed, "You're just brushing me off? You despicable, shameless Chen Fan, I'll make you pay for this today!"

With that, she charged at them.

A moment later, Li Yuanyuan lay sprawled on the ground, while Chen Fan had long since gone inside his RV.

All she could do was give his RV the middle finger.

"Ganging up on me? How shameless. It's just my supernatural price acting up. Can't you be a little gentler with a lady?"

In response, ten black coffins appeared and carried away the ten slightly damaged zombies.

Damaged zombies could be repaired in the black coffins, so there was no need to worry about losing them.

Once the newest zombies finished transforming, he would have more than thirty at his disposal.

A few damaged ones were nothing to worry about.

When the agreed time came, Chen Fan counted the supernaturals in the convoy.

Qian Lei, Li Yuanyuan, and Yang Xiaomei were all there.

His assistants Yan Kuan, Sun Hong, and Rongrong were there too.

Yan Kuan and the others had already taken care of collecting the convoy's share of the supplies.

The convoy was ready to set off.

As for the other survivors, some had surely failed to return.

The village had Rippers, eight-legged monsters, and Shadow Weirds he hadn't encountered.

Plenty of people must have died.

There was no point calling roll one by one.

Anyone who hadn't returned by the appointed time wasn't coming back.

Chen Fan ordered the Mortal Convoy to move out, and Nie Shufeng's group was also ready to leave.

Some survivors were still struggling over there.

"Please, don't leave! My husband's still in there!"

"My dad hasn't come back yet! Please wait a little longer."

"You supernaturals are so cold-blooded! We might as well have fed the supplies we handed over to dogs!"

Chen Fan didn't know what was happening with Nie Shufeng's group.

As far as his own convoy was concerned, he ignored them all.

If they really wanted to wait, or had any complaints about the convoy, they could leave it and wait where they were.

No one was forcing them to follow.

Chen Fan's group left first, and before long, Nie Shufeng led his convoy after them.

At a fork in the road, they chose to turn left.

Wang Bing had divined that they would find a suitable campsite that night if they turned left.

Now that their supplies had been replenished, what many people wanted most was to find a place to rest, eat something good, and get a proper night's sleep.

In the apocalypse, they fled beneath the shadow of Weirds every day and worried about supplies every day.

For many, the greatest luxury they could hope for was to stop and get some proper rest.

Yet in this apocalypse, with mist spreading and Weirds everywhere, that was the hardest thing to achieve.

Because stopping often meant death.

That evening, the convoys finally found a safe place and settled down to rest.

Nie Shufeng discussed holding a welcome party with Chen Fan for the supernaturals who had newly joined the two convoys.

It would also help everyone get to know one another better.

They could go over the convoy rules at the same time.

So after the convoys stopped for the evening, Chen Fan called Qian Lei back from scouting ahead.

He took Li Yuanyuan and the newly joined Yang Xiaomei to meet up with Nie Shufeng and his people.

As the captains of the two convoys, the two of them would provide most of the food for the welcome party.

The others would each bring a little as a gesture.

Chen Fan, for his part, had a storage bag hanging from his waist, so he wasn't worried in the least.

He had made up his mind that, whatever fine food and wine Nie Shufeng brought out tonight,

he would outdo him.

It wasn't as if he lacked supplies now.

What if one of the Fairness Convoy's supernaturals saw how lavishly he spent and decided to join his side instead?

Chen Fan arrived with his people, exchanged a few brief greetings with Nie Shufeng, and took his group to the table.

He noticed that Zheng Alin's face was a little pale, and for some reason both her arms were wrapped in bandages.

There seemed to be bandages around her neck too.

He remembered how fierce she had been when fighting Jiang Yanming, and she hadn't been hurt at all.

Why was she wearing bandages when she'd been perfectly fine?

But it might have been a private matter, so Chen Fan didn't ask.

It was clear that Nie Shufeng had brought out plenty of good things for the welcome party too.

There were cigarettes and alcohol, along with quite a few dishes.

Most of the dishes were made from packaged foods, of course, but in the apocalypse, a meal like this was more than many people could hope for.

Chen Fan went straight for his trump card and brought out two bottles of Maotai he had found last time.

Besides that, he brought out plenty of vacuum-packed delicacies.

There were also heaps of drinks, pastries, and snacks.

Chen Fan waved his hand, and a pile of delicious food appeared on the table as if by magic.

Everyone stared in amazement.

The newcomers weren't the only ones awed.

Even Nie Shufeng and the others looked surprised.

Then they looked on enviously as Chen Fan lavishly brought out so much food.

He really did have a lot of good things on hand.

The newcomers Yang Xiaomei, Shen Li, and Ma Wuyuan in particular found themselves swallowing.

They couldn't help it. Back in that shitty Gentleman Convoy, life really hadn't been good.

At that moment, Wu Zhiyou, sporting a pair of black eyes, smiled and asked, "Chen Fan, did you refine some kind of artifact that makes delicious food? When I was a kid, I heard the Taoists on Mount Lao say that immortals could conjure up as much fine wine as they wanted.

Does that mean none of us will have to worry about food anymore?"

Chen Fan nodded, poured Wu Zhiyou a drink, and said, "Have a few more drinks later, and you'll have everything you want in your dreams when you get back."

On Chen Fan's side, the newly joined Yang Xiaomei gazed longingly at the food on the table and asked, "Can we eat all of this tonight?"

Chen Fan smiled. "Of course. This is a welcome party for you newcomers, after all. Naturally, you should enjoy yourselves."

At the same time, he chuckled inwardly. From Yang Xiaomei's clothes and usual demeanor, she seemed quite aloof.

He hadn't expected her to be a little foodie in front of delicious food.

First impressions really weren't always accurate.

Of course, it was also possible that everyone was becoming a foodie after the apocalypse.

On Nie Shufeng's side, Shen Li and Ma Wuyuan exchanged a glance, each reading the thought in the other's eyes.

Had they... been too hasty and joined the wrong convoy?

"Come on, don't just sit there. Dig in!" Chen Fan urged after pouring everyone a glass of Maotai.

Nie Shufeng raised his glass. "Let's first drink to Captain Chen for his generosity in providing so much delicious food."

Chen Fan smiled and waved a hand. "No need to be so modest, Captain Nie. Tonight, I'm presenting the flowers you provided to the Buddha, while you offered a brick to bring out jade."

After a few brief pleasantries, everyone stopped holding back and began sweeping through the food on the table.

After several rounds of drinks, they had also eaten their fill.

Everyone then began introducing themselves.

The old members went first, and the power of supernaturals such as the [Vajra Calabash Brothers], [Iron-Eating Beastman], [Seven Heroes Sword], and [Wuxia Master] astonished the newcomers.

They were especially shaken when they heard about Chen Fan's [Immortal Master of the Artifact Dao].

How had they suddenly jumped to immortal cultivation? The whole style was different!

Qian Lei's [Super Delivery Rider] and Wang Bing's [Crystal Witch] also gave the newcomers a strong sense of security.

In the apocalypse, nothing was more important than finding the right road.

It was precisely because the convoys had stayed on routes chosen through divination that the past few days had been relatively peaceful.

Finally, it was the newcomers' turn to introduce themselves.

They started with Yang Xiaomei from Chen Fan's group.

Yang Xiaomei spoke in a cool, clear voice. "My supernatural is [Cat Mage]..."