Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Shaless
The chubby young man wanted to say sothing, but there’s no need to ask, is there? He’s long considered himself the heir of the Third Lord.
"The Third Lord’s weapon naturally should be left to . If you know what’s good for you, hand it over now!"
He wasn’t unaware of Teacher Sai, and he knew that Qu Jianlei had accepted a commission from Teacher Sai.
But... I’m asking for sothing that’s originally mine, isn’t that fair?
He’s seven or eight years older than Qu Jianlei, and he’s used to looking down on Sha Qu over the years, so his tone was a bit aggressive.
Qu Jianlei blinked; this is a laser pistol snatched from the hands of Greedy Wolf, who even threatened to kill!
If he hadn’t intervened, the pistol would have definitely gone to Greedy Wolf; other scavengers hadn’t said a word.
He asked curiously, "Why should I give it to you?"
"The Third Lord is my boss!" The chubby young man answered without hesitation, "He’s gone, so the stuff should be mine!"
Qu Jianlei didn’t bother to say much to this idiot, he just casually unlocked the safety, looking coldly at the other.
"Fine, you’re good," the chubby young man nodded, then turned and left, "This isn’t over!"
Honestly, Sha Qu’s presence was really lacking usually, even with a gun in hand, most people still looked down on him.
Whether it was this chubby young man or Huo Ya just now, they couldn’t help but habitually bully him.
This was also a true reflection of Qu Jianlei’s life at the bottom for six years, having been bullied nurous tis.
He did things low-key enough, so nothing major happened.
But with the reinforcent of the fixed impression, even with a gun, he couldn’t scare people.
The chubby young man went back and directly went to find another of Third Lord’s henchn, Red Hair.
Red Hair had a softer disposition, not as impulsive as the chubby one, "The boss’s gun almost got taken by the Hunter."
"But it wasn’t taken, was it?" the chubby one said sulkily, "I didn’t ask for anything else, just want to get back the pistol."
He didn’t ntion that even multiplied by ten, the other items together couldn’t match the value of this pistol.
Red Hair thought for a mont and said, "But... didn’t he connect with the General Settlent’s Hong Character group?"
"Why are you being so dawdling?" The chubby one got angry, "That guy is alone, solitary, so just kill him."
This is Qu Jianlei’s biggest shortcoming.
Red Hair was still a bit hesitant, "But... that’s a Hong Character settlent person."
"What could the Hong Character settlent see in Sha Qu?" The chubby young man coldly sneered, revealing a confident smile.
"He’s just a lucky guy who stumbled upon good fortune, you don’t need to think so much."
"One cannot stand firm without being ruthless; if we can’t even reclaim the boss’s gun... can we still hold onto the mine’s remaining assets?"
Red Hair had an instinctive feeling that sothing was wrong: previously Sha Qu just worked hard but managed to survive, right?
But his nature was soft, so he didn’t say anything further—Sha Qu’s past life was hard, no one wanted to live like that.
"So how about we gather so people and ambush him?"
The Third Lord had just died, so there were still so connections, gathering a few people to help wouldn’t be difficult, after all, it’s just killing soone.
Wasteland survivors live practically, but there’s no shortage of those willing to risk their lives.
In the end, human life is really too cheap.
"No need," the chubby young man shook his head, "just the two of us go out, talk to him, and kill him by chance."
He still looked down on Sha Qu at his core—that guy is not only weak but has never done anything outstanding.
Red Hair knew his thoughts, internally unmoved, Sha Qu ultimately bore the Hong Character settlent’s na.
But then again, they were justified... asking for the boss’s relics couldn’t be wrong no matter what, right?
So errors in judgnt aren’t due to stupidity, they’re simply caused by inadequate information levels, leading to wrong decisions.
However, in the end, he still suggested, "How about bringing in Wolf Elimination?"
Wolf Elimination is also a scavenger, not very bright, but possesses astonishing combat power.
The critical point is he has half a set of cha left from before the apocalypse, which was passed down from his ancestors.
That cha is equipped with a vibrating blade, its attack power is amazing, and its defense is extrely formidable.
It’s not very resistant to the Gauss Automatic Rifle, but it can defend against an ordinary laser pistol, no problem.
"No need," the chubby young man shook his head, "he can’t control his mouth... his big mouth is trouble."
He wasn’t as stupid as Qu Jianlei thought; he underestimated Sha Qu, but truly didn’t underestimate the Hong Character settlent,
to kill soone and create a fait accompli, that’s the real deal.
Wasteland rules—the dead have no value, and only this way can cut off Sha Qu’s external support.
The two n discussed a good while and finally figured out their action plan.
But before acting, they first needed to borrow a Gauss Automatic Rifle.
The two of them only had two Overclocked Oscillation Blades, enough for survival in the mine, yet a bit short for killing soone with two guns.
This was still thanks to the Third Lord not being an; it’s important to know, many scavengers making a living in the mine only have a short dagger on hand.
The Gauss Automatic Rifle was soon borrowed, lent by a foreign woman nad Sister Na.
The two didn’t have that level of face, but since the Third Lord had just died, the sentint remained—key was that they pledged their land in collateral.
After discussing the action plan a bit more, as night fell, the two exchanged a glance, "Let’s go."
If we don’t leave now, Qu Jianlei might want to go ho and sleep.
They didn’t know that at this mont, Qu Jianlei encountered a little trouble—he ran into the thief Morrison.
Morrison was quite handso, the kind of handso that qualifies to say, "Auntie, I don’t want to work hard."
Later, he conned several aunties, it’s not just about being a freeloader; the main issue is that his hands weren’t clean.
So, his face got slashed badly, to the point of being unbearable to look at.
But such a face actually did well in the wasteland’s wilderness—if you weren’t sowhat capable, how could you end up looking like this?
He was likely a hoodlum, with tattoos all over, which made people sowhat accepting.
However, after Morrison arrived near the mine, he wasn’t well-behaved, engaging in all sorts of scams and deceit.
Scavengers cleaned him up several tis, teaching him the rules here.
Morrison was lazy but not lacking in intelligence, so he quickly accepted the rules.
But the rules clearly didn’t cover people like Sha Qu.
He noticed Sha Qu hadn’t been ho for days, so he casually took so things from Sha Qu’s house.
Morrison didn’t consider this theft; in his mind, Sha Qu must be dead.
Since he was dead, it was certainly best to act swiftly—those who act quickly get, and those who don’t lose out.
The unfortunate thing was, Sha Qu’s house was indeed poor, apart from a tricycle and a few tal rods, there was only so charcoal.
In any case, Morrison took away everything he could—he didn’t take all the charcoal, just in case Sha Qu wasn’t actually dead.
On Blue Star, they call this "leave so room for tomorrow’s eting"; in the wasteland, this is a lesson built with blood.
Then he stopped caring about Sha Qu’s life and death, and went outside the "mine" to find food.
He really wasn’t interested in the tricycle transport business; he just wanted to sell the tricycle.
But the crappy tricycle was man-powered, and totally worthless.
Anyway, he would also do transport deals when he ca across them, making money isn’t shaful.
When he didn’t find any business, he’d wander around asking about buyers.
Because he himself wasn’t a scavenger, he wasn’t in that circle; hence, he didn’t know Qu Jianlei was back.
Of course, he didn’t consider it necessary to care about such things—such a trivial Sha Qu, it’s okay to bully him openly.
He threw the tricycle far away and was currently gathering business.
He only did one transport job in total but spread the word that he was selling the tricycle.
But the mont he saw Qu Jianlei, he imdiately froze, "Sha Qu?"
Imdiately afterward, he saw the automatic gun on the other’s back, "What’s this... where have you been?"
Morrison was truly a coward; seeing Sha Qu had a gun, his knees couldn’t help but go weak.
He knew Sha Qu was timid too, but he really didn’t dare to gamble whether the opponent dared to kill.
Qu Jianlei frowned slightly and sternly said, "Where’s my tricycle?"
"Your tricycle... I don’t know," Morrison hastily denied.
This kind of lie is easily exposed, but it’s not stupidity; as long as he muddles through now, he’ll quickly make his getaway.
Without a word, Qu Jianlei drew the laser pistol from his waist and aid it at him.
Without expression, he said, "I’ll allow you to reorganize your words."
"You... you co with ," Morrison decisively changed his tune and turned to walk.
"I was temporarily keeping it for you, for fear others would steal it."
This is the wasteland, where so are hot-blooded, so cunning like foxes, and so just shaless...
The tricycle was hidden two kiloters away, covered by a pile of unnoticed garbage.
Strangely enough, Morrison actually wiped down the tricycle, making it look a lot better.
This was to sell it at a high price! Qu Jianlei imdiately saw that.
He drew the long blade obtained from Huo Ya, and without expression, said, "Now we can talk about compensation."
"Compensation..." Morrison’s scarred face scrunched up into a ball, "Sha... Brother Qu, I really didn’t have bad intentions."
Qu Jianlei raised his hand and slashed a blade at him, without a word.
Morrison reacted quickly, leaping away to barely dodge the slash.
With a flip of his wrist, Qu Jianlei slashed across again, "You dare to dodge?"
If I don’t dodge, I’m dead! Morrison dodged again, "Brother Qu, we can talk this over!"
He wanted to turn and run, but seeing Sha Qu’s stance of slashing if words disagreed, if he dared to run, the other surely dared to shoot.
Qu Jianlei’s skills were decent, but he wasn’t exerting full effort, sowhat holding back.
The other jumped around extrely agilely, making it truly challenging to cut him.
So he reached out again, pulling out the laser gun.
Holding the blade in one hand and the gun in the other, he coldly said, "Compensation!"
Seeing the other’s fierce actions, Morrison dared not argue anymore, retreating two steps, he answered with a miserable face.
"I’m poorer than you; how do you want
to compensate?"
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