35: Chapter 35 Heading to the tavern in the safe zone to massage Shen Wanxing's feet...

Chen Chen vacated the driver's seat and turned his head to look at Jiang Yanxue.

"You drive."

Jiang Yanxue raised an eyebrow, sheathed her Shadow Instant-Kill Blade back into the tactical strap, and walked over to sit in front of the steering wheel.

Chen Chen curled his knuckles and tapped the edge of the leather-wrapped dashboard.

"Driving at night, stability comes first. Don't slam on the turbo and attract a high-level zombie horde. If anything goes wrong, I'm holding you accountable."

Jiang Yanxue unfastened the tactical strap on her outer thigh and slid the newly acquired Shadow Instant-Kill Blade into its sheath.

She strode to the driver's seat and sat down, grabbing the steering wheel with one hand, veins bulging on the back of her hand.

"The entire Black Dragon Society convoy was led by me. I don't need you to teach me how to drive."

Having arranged the driver, Chen Chen turned around.

His gaze swept across the spacious cabin and landed on Shen Wanbing.

"Go to the passenger seat and help her navigate and watch the road."

Shen Wanbing didn't waste a single word.

She pulled her tattered stab-proof trench coat together, walked over to the passenger seat, sat down, pressed the seat adjustment button to recline the backrest, and closed her eyes immediately.

Knowing exactly what role to play in any given situation, this billionaire CEO mastered it better than anyone.

Chen Chen walked over to Shen Wanxing.

The oversized black windbreaker hung loosely on the girl, its hem barely covering the top of her thighs, with the edge of the silver backless evening gown underneath occasionally visible.

Chen Chen gripped her slender wrist and pulled her toward the newly generated rotating folding ladder.

"Come upstairs with me to familiarize yourself with the new structure."

The excuse was perfunctory to the extreme.

But inside this eleven-ton armored fortress, his words were the absolute laws of physics.

The engine roared.

The B-grade all-terrain self-healing tires crushed over the gravel road of the canyon, and the RV tore through the heavy night once again.

Jiang Yanxue's driving style was the complete opposite of Chen Chen's violent crushing approach.

She did not turn on the high beams.

The night vision function of her tactical goggles, combined with her own dynamic vision, allowed her to precisely carve out the optimal route on the pitted and fractured wasteland road.

The thirteen-and-a-half-ton steel behemoth was excessively smooth under her control.

The chassis shock absorbers filtered out ninety percent of the bumps, and her maneuvers to avoid deep pits and abandoned vehicles were smooth and fluid.

The second floor of the RV.

This was a completely independent, extremely private cabin.

High-density cushions covered two-thirds of the floor space, making no sound when stepped on.

The surroundings were made of five-centimeter-thick one-way bulletproof glass.

From the outside, this was just a seamless black armored protrusion on the roof of the vehicle.

But looking out from the inside, the 360-degree wasteland night view crashed into view without any obstruction.

Outside the glass, the gale winds whipped sand and stones, crazily battering the vehicle body.

Inside the glass, the climate control system locked the air precisely at twenty-four degrees.

The soundproofing materials were used to the extreme; the roar of the thousand-plus horsepower engine on the lower level was reduced to nothing more than a faint white noise by the time it reached here.

This was an absolute sense of security that could make one let down all their defenses, or even give birth to some kind of primal desire.

Chen Chen walked over to the edge of the wide cushion and sat down.

He patted the spot beside him.

Shen Wanxing walked over, legs together, and sat down cautiously.

Chen Chen reached out and gripped her delicate ankle.

The pair of high heels that had rubbed her heels until they bled were tossed aside by him near the door.

Her fair, delicate feet fell into his broad, warm palms.

The arch of her foot was tensed extremely tight.

Chen Chen applied pressure with his thumb, pressing into the sore acupoints.

The force was heavy, but the technique was precise.

Shen Wanxing let out a soft cry, her toes curling uncontrollably in his rough palms.

The rhythm of her breathing was completely disrupted at this moment.

Beneath the collar of the windbreaker, her chest rose and fell with increasing intensity, and the flush on her skin burned from her cheeks all the way to the roots of her ears.

The space was too quiet.

Quiet enough that the sound of fabric rubbing and hurried breathing were infinitely amplified.

Chen Chen leaned over and pressed toward her.

His warm breath hit directly against her ear.

"Wanxing."

He lowered his voice, his words carrying an intense sense of aggression and an implication that could not be refused.

"Your feet are truly beautiful. Right now... I want to do something else."

Shen Wanxing's eyes were full of panic and moisture.

She subconsciously wanted to shake her head.

But under Chen Chen's oppressive gaze, she couldn't utter a single syllable of refusal.

The man before her had just shattered a Tyrant-class monster with his bare hands a few hours ago.

That intense masculine aura, tempered from bloody combat, mixed with the comfortable temperature of the cabin, had a lethal, anesthetic effect on her.

The stalemate lasted less than half a minute.

She bit her lower lip and nodded almost imperceptibly.

Outside the window, the wasteland night remained cruel.

In the darkness in the distance, the sounds of Aberrants chewing on living creatures rose and fell.

Inside the second floor of the RV, it fell into a completely different kind of extreme contrast.

No matter how good Jiang Yanxue's driving skills were, when encountering larger gullies in the Gobi, the vehicle body would still experience inertial bumps.

Every slight moment of weightlessness and tossing.

Accompanied by stifled, extreme soft moans.

The perfect soundproofing system locked all the movements within this confined space.

Moonlight shone through the one-way bulletproof glass, spilling onto the high-density cushions.

Those fair, small feet, having nowhere to rest, tensed their insteps straight, toes gripping the edge of the cushion tightly.

...

The hour-long night off-roading came to an end.

The sound of tires braking against gravel echoed through the vehicle body.

The RV came to a steady stop.

In the middle of the wilderness, one hundred meters ahead, stood a solitary two-story wooden building.

A dim, yellowish neon sign hung on the crooked lintel, spelling out unrecognizable alien characters.

A layer of glowing green energy field radiated outward from the building, completely isolating the cold winds and monsters of the wasteland.

In the open space at the edge of the force field, two or three dilapidated modified vehicles with chassis caked in black blood were parked haphazardly.

The Midnight Tavern.

Chen Chen zipped his tactical vest all the way to the top.

He slung his thirty-six-slot storage backpack over his right shoulder.

He walked down the rotating folding ladder from the second floor, the hard soles of his military boots striking the metal pedals with a dull thud.

Shen Wanxing followed behind.

She gripped the hem of the oversized windbreaker tightly with both hands, trying to cover the somewhat disheveled skirt underneath.

Just as she stepped onto the last step of the lower cabin barefoot.

The muscle groups in her legs suddenly went sore.

She lost her balance and fell straight forward.

Shen Wanbing, walking in front, reacted extremely quickly, supporting her sister's arm with one hand and forcibly steadying her.

The billionaire CEO cast her gaze downward.

The Shen family had undergone posture training since childhood; even if her sister were wearing ten-centimeter stilettos, she could walk with a cat-like grace, and it was impossible for her to be unsteady on level ground.

Her gaze finally rested on the feet Shen Wanxing had placed on the metal grid.

"Wanxing, why are your soles sweating so much?" Shen Wanbing asked.

Shen Wanxing's fair cheeks instantly flushed.

The redness spreading all the way down to the depths of her neck.

She looked at Chen Chen's broad back in front of her, unable to squeeze out a single word, her toes awkwardly gripping the cold metal grid.

Chen Chen turned around.

There was no extra expression on his face, and he completely ignored Shen Wanbing's comment.

He gripped the door handle with one hand and forcefully pushed open the heavy armored vehicle door.

The cold night wind poured in.

He strode out with his long legs, disappearing directly into the night outside.

His leather boots stepped onto the wooden steps covered in thick moss.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door carved with ancient totems, the brass wind chime at the top emitted a crisp clinking sound.

These were the first players to arrive at the safe zone on this branch road.