5: Chapter 5 Shen Wanbing's impressive 36E bust...

Returning to the RV.

As the accelerator was pressed, the RV let out a low roar and moved forward steadily.

He raised his right hand, waved toward the back row, and pointed vaguely at the passenger seat next to him.

"Sit up front."

Shen Wanbing sat on the old mattress, her gaze shifting between Chen Chen's profile and the slightly worn-out passenger seat.

As the helm of Jiangcheng's top financial group, she was used to sitting in the back of a Rolls-Royce, used to being in control of everything.

But now, the rules had changed.

A hundred billion net worth couldn't buy a drop of water here.

And the man before her had just killed two monsters with his bare hands and brought back enough fuel to give this junk car a new life.

Rule number one of survival: Recognize the situation.

She pursed her dry lips, her white teeth pressing a shallow mark into her lower lip.

She stood up, walked down the narrow aisle to the front, pulled out the passenger seat, and sat down properly.

Fastening the seatbelt was a must.

This old C-class RV bumped heavily on the gravel road.

Shen Wanbing reached out, pulled the seatbelt over, and the metal buckle made a crisp "click."

Two buttons on her high-end custom professional suit shirt had already popped open.

Now, with the black seatbelt crossing diagonally over her chest, the already extremely full fabric was physically pulled, making that astonishing 36E curve even more prominent.

Her snow-white, delicate skin, under the pressure of the black strap, presented a visually impactful fleshiness.

Chen Chen was looking at the rearview mirror to observe the advance of the black mist behind them, and his peripheral vision happened to sweep over the passenger seat.

From his angle, looking up from the waistline wrapped in black silk and a tight short skirt, there was an indescribable spring scene.

Shen Wanbing's senses were extremely sharp.

Even though Chen Chen only caught a glimpse with his peripheral vision, she still captured that brief gaze.

A rare flush appeared on her perennially frozen cheeks, and even her translucent earlobes were stained with a bloody red.

She felt a wave of embarrassment.

In the past, if anyone dared to look at her with such eyes, they would completely disappear from Jiangcheng's business world the next day.

But here, she couldn't even utter a word of reprimand.

When under someone else's roof, one must eventually bow their head...

Shen Wanbing simply turned her head away.

She cast her gaze out the window at the desolate Gobi desert, leaving Chen Chen with a tense profile, trying to hide the turmoil in her heart this way.

The RV crushed a tumbleweed on the road.

Chen Chen withdrew his gaze and focused on driving.

Man-made traces began to appear on the road.

On the right edge of the road, three broken wooden boxes were scattered.

The breaks in the wood showed fresh surfaces; they had been violently destroyed not long ago.

There was nothing inside.

Chen Chen stepped on the brake and slowed down.

There were people ahead, and their car was faster than theirs.

"The game rules state that supply boxes on the road are non-renewable. If the people ahead eat the meat, we won't even get a sip of soup."

Chen Chen tapped his fingers on the steering wheel.

Beside the roadbed ahead, a deep blue family sedan appeared abruptly.

The front of the car had crashed into a protruding boulder, the hood was curled up, and faint white smoke was rising.

The driver and passenger doors were wide open, and several long bloodstains were dragged across the surrounding gravel.

Two low-level monsters with grayish-purple skin and limbs so long they were somewhat deformed were lying in a pool of blood, hungrily tearing at a mangled corpse.

The sound of chewing drifted into the RV with the wind.

Looking at the tragic scene before her, Shen Wanbing's stomach churned.

She covered her mouth with both hands, suppressing the urge to gag.

Reason quickly took the upper hand.

She stared at the two monsters, a faint golden glow appearing deep in her pupils.

"This game isn't as simple as just stepping on the gas and running forward."

Shen Wanbing's voice regained its calm, and she spoke very quickly. "It's a competition of vehicle speed, but even more so of information disparity and raw strength. Opening supply boxes has a very high probability of alerting nearby Guardian Monsters. The people in the car ahead lost their lives because of greed."

Chen Chen glanced at her and nodded in agreement.

This woman's mind really did work fast.

Not only was she a top-tier beauty, but she was also a top-tier tactical analyst.

"How many monsters are ahead?" Chen Chen asked.

"Three," Shen Wanbing answered without hesitation.

Chen Chen narrowed his eyes.

As far as he could see, besides the two scavengers eating on the ground, there wasn't a single ghost in the surrounding Gobi desert.

"There are only two," Chen Chen countered. "Where is the third one?"

Shen Wanbing pointed at the abandoned sedan, her fingertips trembling slightly from tension.

"The third one is inside the vehicle." She took a deep breath, her tone filled with obvious wariness,

"That's the companion of the corpse on the ground. He was just bitten to death. My talent notification says his mutation progress bar has ten seconds left. In ten seconds, he will completely turn into an Agility-type Aberrant. This thing's speed and attack power far exceed those two low-level pieces of trash outside."

Monsters didn't just wander outside; they could also "hatch" inside car cabins.

This mechanism directly broke the conventional monster-slaying routines.

Chen Chen reached behind his waist and pulled out the military tactical knife with a blood groove.

The cold, hard blade reflected a chilling light in the dim cabin.

"Lock the doors." Chen Chen left those words, his hand on the door handle,

"Regardless of what happens outside, do not get out of the car."

He pushed the door open and stepped down, slamming the door shut behind him.

"Sister, is he really going to take on the monsters alone? With just a crappy little knife?" Shen Wanxing huddled on the back mattress, nervously watching Chen Chen's back through the dusty window.

"In those action movies, don't they usually use Gatling guns to mow down mutant monsters like this? Does this guy not value his life?"

Shen Wanbing stared outside, not responding.

At this moment.

The trait [Monster Ignore] took effect. Even at a close range of less than three meters, as long as he didn't intentionally make a sound, it was very difficult for low-level monsters to discover him.

Chen Chen stepped on the gravel, his footsteps so light they didn't make a sound.

The 30 points in Constitution brought not only a surge in strength but also perfect control over muscle fibers.

He moved like a ghost, approaching the two monsters that were buried in their meal step by step.

Five meters, three meters.

The monsters were completely unaware of the arrival of the God of Death.

Immersed in their feast of flesh and blood.

Chen Chen stood less than half a meter behind them, gripping the dagger with both hands.

Muscles tightened, and powerful explosive force was transmitted from his waist and back to his arms.

A flash of blade light.

The tactical knife turned into an afterimage, slicing through the carotid artery of the monster on the left.

Following the momentum, he slashed backhand, directly severing half the neck of the monster on the right.

Foul-smelling blood sprayed onto the parched earth; the two low-level Aberrants were dead.

"So strong..."

Inside the RV, the two sisters, Shen Wanbing and Shen Wanxing, watched without blinking.

This kind of violent aesthetics was far more visually impactful than the deception and intrigue of the business world.