4: Chapter 4 Shen Wanxing's Lucky Blow: 100L of Fuel!

Chen Chen now found this drafty, dilapidated RV much more pleasing to the eye.

"Very good." Chen Chen released the accelerator, and the RV slowed down, pulling over to the side of the road.

"Shen Wanbing, lead the way. Take me to that place you mentioned where the diesel is buried."

Shen Wanbing dazed for a moment before pointing to a dirt mound not far ahead:

"It's right behind there. But the fuel in this car isn't enough, and the prompt says there are monsters..."

"Leave the monster issue to me."

Chen Chen tucked the tactical dagger with the blood groove into his lower back and took a gulp from a half-bottle of water on the storage rack.

"You two stay in the car. Shen Wanbing, lock the doors. Without my command, don't open them no matter who knocks on the window."

He jumped down from the driver's seat.

As he pulled the door open, a cold wind mixed with a strong, earthy, fishy smell scraped through the gap.

Watching Chen Chen disappear outside the car, Shen Wanxing leaned toward her sister, feeling at a loss:

"Sis, is he really going to fight monsters? He doesn't even have a gun, just a small knife?"

Shen Wanbing maintained a serious expression, staring out the car window without saying a word.

In her exclusive field of vision, a line of golden text that only she could see was pulsing above Chen Chen's head:

[Status: Extremely Formidable. Current Threat Level: Low. Suggest maintaining a long-term, deep karmic bond with him.]

This was the highest evaluation given by her God-tier talent.

Chen Chen stepped onto the desolate Gobi desert.

It was about two hundred meters from the dirt mound.

At the end of his line of sight, two monsters with hunched bodies, grayish-purple skin, and extremely disproportionate limbs were lying on the ground, frantically devouring something.

[Low-level Aberrant: A Ghoul wandering the highway. Strength is higher than an average person's, vision is degenerated, and hearing is extremely sensitive.]

He measured the distance; five meters.

The "Charm Protection/Monster Ignore" affix brought by Shen Wanxing had already taken effect.

He strode toward the two monsters.

These two Aberrants were tearing at the leg bone of an unknown animal.

Even when Chen Chen walked to within three meters behind them and the pungent smell of rotting corpses hit his nose, the two monsters remained completely unaware.

This experience was extremely peculiar.

He was walking in another dimension, completely isolated from these two feeding beasts.

Chen Chen didn't intend to delay.

Holding his breath, he stepped forward with force.

The terrifying kinetic energy erupted from his 30 points of Constitution caused his soles to stomp a deep pit into the sandy ground.

The tactical dagger pierced directly through the back of the left Aberrant's head, followed by a vicious twist.

Pfft!

Stinking, thick blood splattered out.

The monster didn't even have time to let out a scream before collapsing to the ground like mud.

The Aberrant on the right finally reacted, letting out a shrill howl as its claws brought a foul wind straight toward Chen Chen's chest.

For an ordinary person, this strike would be enough to disembowel them directly.

Chen Chen dodged to the side, his left hand firmly pressing down on the monster's crown while his right hand's dagger turned into a cold flash, stabbing through the hard skull from the jaw.

[Killed Low-level Aberrant *2, gained 10 Experience Points.]

[Drop: Tattered Cloth *2.]

A battle of this level didn't even meet the standard of a warm-up for him.

Chen Chen stepped over the corpses and walked toward the dirt mound.

The iron box Shen Wanbing had pointed out was mostly buried in the sand.

He hooked the edge of the iron box with one hand, his arm muscles bulging as he pulled with force.

Crack!

The rusted lock snapped at the sound.

Inside the box was a blue plastic bucket containing a dark red liquid.

A note was stuck to the lid: [Newbie Supply: 10L Fuel.]

Chen Chen didn't carry it away immediately; instead, he turned toward the RV and shouted loudly:

"Shen Wanxing, get out of the car!"

The car door pushed open a crack tremulously.

Shen Wanxing leaned half her body out, clutching her heavy skirt.

Seeing the two terrifying corpses lying in a pool of blood, her small face turned pale.

"Come here." Chen Chen beckoned.

Shen Wanxing didn't dare to disobey, stumbling across the rough sand in her extremely thin high heels.

When she reached him, Chen Chen pointed at the Tattered Cloth pieces and the blue fuel bucket on the ground.

"Touch them."

"Huh?" Shen Wanxing looked completely bewildered.

"Use your talent." Chen Chen tilted his chin slightly, his tone blunt. "See if you can flip it ten times over."

Shen Wanxing bit her lip and closed her eyes, her fingers trembling as they touched the two pieces of dust-covered cloth.

[Ding! Detected player Shen Wanxing has triggered the talent 'Lucky Critical'!]

[Since the host has a binding relationship with this beauty, the critical reward belongs to the host!]

[Triggered double reward probability! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: Tattered Cloth *4!]

[System Prompt: Collecting 3 pieces of Tattered Cloth can synthesize the basic medical supply 'Hemostatic Bandage' *1. Current quantity meets the synthesis requirements.]

Chen Chen's eyes lit up.

Even the scraps dropped from killing monsters could benefit from the critical hit, and even directly complete a synthesis formula.

This national idol's koi-fish-like luck was incredible.

"Continue, touch the fuel bucket."

Shen Wanxing moved her finger and pressed it onto the surface of the blue plastic bucket.

[Triggered... 10x reward probability! Congratulations to the host for obtaining: 100L Pure Fuel!]

White light overflowed.

The small fuel bucket tucked in the iron box expanded directly into two half-man-high large metal fuel tanks.

Looking at the row of fuel tanks reflecting a cold, sharp luster, Chen Chen was quite satisfied.

In this starting stage where a single liter of fuel could drive countless people mad, 100L of pure fuel meant he could run wildly for hundreds of kilometers on this highway without restraint.

"Brother-in-law... I mean, Mr. Chen, did I do it?" Shen Wanxing spoke tentatively.

Chen Chen glanced at her.

This girl standing in a backless silver evening gown in the middle of a monster-infested wilderness was indeed an extremely jarring sight.

"Good job, go back to the car."

Chen Chen put the four pieces of Tattered Cloth into his storage space and, with a thought, synthesized the Hemostatic Bandage.

Then he bent down to pick up a heavy metal fuel tank and strode toward the RV.

Shen Wanbing stood by the car door to greet him.

When she saw with her own eyes that Chen Chen had actually brought back ten times more diesel than expected, a vivid expression finally appeared on that perennially icy face.

She watched as Chen Chen poured the fuel into the tank, his movements agile and his gaze steady.

"Chen Chen."

In the gap as Chen Chen stepped into the cabin to close the door, Shen Wanbing called out to him.

She proactively reached out her hand and used her expensive sleeve to wipe away a drop of black blood splattered on his cheek.

"Wherever we go next, we'll listen to you."

Chen Chen sat back in the driver's seat and turned the car key.

The old fuel engine erupted with a thick and powerful roar.

The fuel gauge needle on the dashboard soared from the very bottom 'E' all the way to the full mark.