Chapter 259

After listening to Logan's explanation, Shen Xing couldn't help but think to herself: Is this even a wheelchair?

At 200 kilometers per hour, if you hit an obstacle, you'd probably be covered in bruises.

And what's with this fire-breathing function? Are you sure you won't burn yourself?

I'm making you a wheelchair, not a torture device!

"Well, my lord, are you satisfied?" Logan asked expectantly.

"Do you think I'm satisfied?" Shen Xing glanced at him.

"Haha! I knew the lord would like this wheelchair!" The cyclops clapped his hands excitedly.

Shen Xing glanced at him, then sighed helplessly, "Put the wheelchair down, you can go back to work now."

There are no other tools to replace it right now, so I can only use this wheelchair as a temporary solution.

Although the territory has three types of mounts: giant wolves, Hippogryph, and even Kodo Beast.

However, due to their size, they are ultimately not as convenient as wheelchairs.

"Yes, my lord!"

Logan grinned, then strode briskly back to the blacksmith's shop.

After he left, Shen Xing slightly raised his hands and released his mental energy to lift himself up.

Then he slowly sat down in this brand-new metal wheelchair.

The cool metallic touch came through the clothes, and the soft cushion under my bottom was quite comfortable.

Next, following Logan's instructions, he used his mental energy to connect to the wheelchair's control system.

With a thought, red flames erupted from the back of the wheelchair, and a tremendous force of thrust surged through the back!

It felt like stepping on a speed bump while playing a racing game, your whole body pressed firmly against the back of the seat, the scenery on both sides turning into blurry afterimages.

"Damn it, what happened to the promised top speed of 200 km/h?!"

"The speed that burst at that moment was almost two hundred!"

Shen Xing cried out in alarm, watching as a wall rapidly enlarged in her field of vision, about to crash head-on into her.

In the nick of time, he quickly steered the wheelchair to slow down and jerked the wheelchair around.

The sharp turn nearly threw him off again, but fortunately, he now possessed incredible arm strength and firmly gripped the handrails on both sides, averting a tragedy.

Finally, the wheelchair came to a wobbly stop beside the Hero Altar.

"Call..."

Shen Xing breathed a sigh of relief, but couldn't help grumbling again. "Sure enough, Logan's stuff is unreliable; he's trying to get rid of me!"

"But then again, putting safety aside, this wheelchair is indeed very practical."

"Its burst speed is extremely fast, and its braking is very sensitive."

After much deliberation, Shen Xing decided to get used to the wheelchair.

Then, he began to experience the various functions of the wheelchair one by one in an open space in the inner city.

First, the flamethrower on the handrail was found to be able to shoot out flames nearly twenty meters long.

Then comes the jet launch, which can instantly pump out terrifying propulsion, allowing for a sprint of over a hundred meters.

Even more outrageous, he discovered that he could breathe fire while simultaneously maneuvering his wheelchair at high speed, causing widespread fire damage to surrounding enemies.

There are some useless people.

After one round, he found himself somewhat addicted.

"That's interesting. Let me see where your limits are."

As soon as he finished speaking, he activated the ejection function of his wheelchair.

With a loud "boom," the person and wheelchair were propelled dozens of meters into the air.

Immediately afterwards, the jet propulsion function activated, and the enormous thrust carried him at high speed across the territory, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

After playing for more than half an hour, he had thoroughly enjoyed himself... no, he had gotten used to it.

"It's not bad, let's use it for now."

Shen Xing slowly descended from the sky, then switched to a gentle movement mode and leisurely strolled around the territory.

He and Xia Wanyin had arranged to go exploring in the afternoon, so he didn't have much to do in the morning.

Just as he was about to go to the training ground to practice his mental control, he suddenly heard a doorbell ring.

"Ding-dong—"

It's a doorbell ringing in the real world.

"At this time... who will come looking for me?"

Shen Xing was somewhat puzzled. He switched his consciousness out of the Land of Mist and opened his eyes.

Then, he propped himself up from the sofa and sat back in his wheelchair.

The security camera at the entrance showed a middle-aged man wearing a gray hat and a smile standing outside the yard, holding a package in his hands.

This person looks familiar; it seems to be the deliveryman who delivered goods to me last time.

"Mr. Shen Xing, the goods you purchased on the trading platform have arrived. Please sign for them." The middle-aged man politely called out to the monitor.

Shen Xing was surprised again; the large order he placed just yesterday had already been fulfilled today?

Ding Han's team is incredibly efficient!

"Let's see what kind of materials they are. If that batch arrives, we can upgrade the Great Bonfire to the maximum level."

He opened the gate, pushed the wheelchair to the entrance of the yard, and looked the middle-aged man over with his eyes.

The other person was dressed simply in trousers and a short-sleeved shirt, with a gray coat draped over their shoulders. They seemed to have arrived in a hurry, as their shoes were wet.

"What kind of goods are they, Master?" Shen Xing asked casually.

The middle-aged man chuckled, "I don't know either, it seems to be a batch of important supplies you purchased."

Shen Xing nodded slightly, glanced at him again, and asked, "Master, why aren't you wearing your work uniform today?"

"This was a last-minute assignment; I was planning to take a lunch break," the middle-aged man explained with a smile. "They said you're an important client, so I rushed over without even having time to put on my clothes."

"I see." Shen Xing nodded in understanding. "Thank you for your hard work, Master."

"It's not hard work, it's all just work. Unlike that kid who's so capable, living in such a big house at such a young age."

The middle-aged man spoke with a smile, his voice thick with Jiangcheng dialect.

Then he handed over the package, saying, "Little one, please sign for it."

"Good."

Shen Xing took the package and signed it.

Then he closed the courtyard gate and turned to walk into the living room.

The middle-aged man turned around, preparing to ride away on his electric scooter.

At that moment, he suddenly stopped, and the smile on his face gradually turned cold.

He reached into his shirt pocket, pulled out a cold metal object, turned around, and aimed it at the back of Shen Xing's head.

For a fleeting moment, a struggle crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his resolve.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, startling the birds in the nearby forest into flight.

The bullet pierced through the railing and flew straight toward his head!

Even Transcendent Rank expert wouldn't be able to withstand the impact of such a shot.

However, the middle-aged man stared intently at it.

The expected scene of blood splattering and even headshots did not occur.

The young man in the wheelchair turned his head, looked at him calmly, and then slowly opened his right hand, revealing a still-steaming bullet in his palm.

"He... he actually blocked it?"

The middle-aged man's eyes widened, then he suddenly realized something. "Wait, you noticed all along!?"

Shen Xing didn't answer, but calmly asked in return, "Who sent you?"

The middle-aged man remained silent for a moment, then recovered from his initial shock.

The next moment, a chilling and insane aura rose from his body!

In just a few breaths, he reached the Tier Two Transcendent realm!

Not only that, he also took out a bottle of red medicine from his pocket and gulped it down his throat.

His skin instantly turned bright red, and his aura began to rise even more violently.

"Boom!!!"

After reaching a certain limit, he broke through the bottleneck and officially reached the Tier Three Expert Rank.

"Little one, I don't want to lay a hand on you either."

The middle-aged man's voice became unusually hoarse. "But there's nothing I can do, I want to live too. It's just that you're too outstanding, and people Envy!"

"So, die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he charged out like a raging wild beast!

The iron gate at the entrance was as fragile as paper, torn to shreds by the other party's ferocious aura, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed into the yard, less than ten meters away from the wheelchair.

Shen Xing narrowed his eyes, slightly raised his right hand, and a ball of black energy condensed.

If you were attacked by Tier Three expert before entering the Dragon Tomb, you might panic slightly.

But right now, it poses no threat at all.

Just as he was about to switch to the 'Ruin Black Dragon' form, the middle-aged man suddenly stopped.

The next moment, the violent aura on his body quickly dissipated, as if he had instantly transformed from Tier Three expert into a Common.

He was stunned for a moment, then his eyes showed unprecedented horror!

Before the two could react, a sigh sounded behind them.

"Sigh... Did this really happen after all?"

Shen Xing and the middle-aged man turned around at the same time.

A man wearing a gray trench coat, with his hands in his pockets and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, slowly walked over.

"Zhou... Zhou Zheng!"

The middle-aged man recognized the newcomer, his pupils contracted sharply, and then he suddenly realized something. "You've been protecting him nearby?"

Zhou Zheng didn't speak, but exhaled a smoke ring and asked, "Zhao Weiyi, the bureau has treated you well, hasn't it? Why did you betray us?"