Chapter 30: Pedal-Powered Generator, A New System Announcement

Song Yu’s prices were not considered high, and the several player teams had no objections to them.
Medical resources within the city were critically scarce, far more so than food or weapons.
Aside from Dr. Zhong Huijun’s clinic, which provided a certain amount of free medical care, such resources could only be scavenged from places like hospitals or health centers.
Trading for medical supplies from Dr. Zhong required items of high value, such as food and water, but the players simply did not have enough of a surplus to spare.

Hearing what Dugu Wuyan had said, Sun Wukong waved his hands repeatedly and remarked, "These so-called hollow reputations are things I, Old Sun, do not care about at all." Once these words were out, the expressions of Yang Jian, the Pagoda-Bearing Heavenly King, and the others shifted. They cursed inwardly, thinking, "You unruly monkey, doesn't that imply that we are the ones who care about such vanity?"

What!? Chong Xuan was Yong Mingyan’s master? The master who was multi-talented and happened to possess a repertoire of infuriatingly deceptive skills?

His long, jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his eyes were deep and brilliant. As the cool river breeze blew by, ruffling Chu Fan’s lapels, he stood up, gazing straight ahead with a look of profound confidence on his face.

Liu Rumei could not help but mock herself; while others lost their boyfriends due to personality clashes, she had lost hers for being too strong.

She could barely contemplate what the future held. In truth, the slap Yi Beichen had dealt her today had truly chilled her heart. Yet, his words just moments ago made her heart ache uncontrollably as well. Once she remained in his estate, how would she face him in her capacity as the lady of the house?

Zhan Xi clutched the jade carving tightly, enduring the pain that pierced her heart. If she were to hate him for the rest of her life, how could he ever bear it?

His arm tightened around her, and he lowered his head to press a light kiss to her ear, whispering, "Silly girl."

Chu Fan could not allow that red light to fall upon Star Rain City; otherwise, the entire city would be annihilated, and the countless corpses of Huaxia soldiers within it would be reduced to dust in the air.

At this moment, Lin Neng lay on the ground with three broken ribs. He stared at Ye Wuhui in terror; he could not fathom how Ye Wuhui’s fist, which had clearly landed on the sword he held, could have possibly broken his ribs.

"You must be the aunt, right? Hello, hello. It’s our first time meeting, and I didn't bring any gifts; I am truly sorry," Qin Shaojie said hurriedly.

Lao Ya’s Mongol attire almost made Caizi fail to recognize her. When he reached her, she said nothing; she merely gazed at him with a steady look, her eyes devoid of any excitement, as if she were looking at a complete stranger.

"Get some rest early. You’ve been tired for so long. Sleep in your bed and see if it feels familiar," Keba said, making the bed for him. Luo Yan lay down, and that long-lost sensation enveloped him. As he closed his eyes to sleep, he realized this was his first peaceful rest in many years.

The masked man considered problems with great thoroughness. He was not the type to act on impulse; he would only make a move when he was certain of success or when the risks had been significantly minimized. Otherwise, he could remain hidden in the shadows for a very long time.

Li Jingmei nodded. After delivering the notification, she returned to report to Caizi, who simply nodded without saying anything further.

"You’re awake, then? You should hurry home. I forgot to tell you—you owe me a favor," Xiao Chen reminded him.

"What is wrong with you all?" Just as Yi Yang, Hei San, and the others were each harboring their own secret agendas, An Lei regained consciousness. Seeing the expressions on everyone’s faces, she asked in confusion.

"Oh! Hello there, this is from Boss He for you," Han Yu said with a smile, handing the items to Lili’s father.

Recently, Yu Ming had been riding the crest of a wave. The profits from drugs had blinded him; he had bought himself a Mercedes-Benz and wore designer watches. He no longer relied on his family, feeling that he finally had prestige, and for a time, even the old fogies in the family began to look at him with newfound respect.