Chapter 337 I'm at least an S-rank

Chen Yu waved his hand. "I know it's difficult, and I know how stuffed your backpacks are, but a large-scale Living Area with 300,000 people requires us to make preparations in advance."

"What if there are lots of supplies? What if the spawn point is right in our faces? Are we just going to stand on the sidelines and applaud while others scramble for them?"

Sometimes, having too many supplies is also a nuisance.

Of course, such a thing is basically impossible on other Vehicles.

"Alright, we'll try our best." Zhang Wanyue bit her lower lip and gave a reply.

Chen Yu nodded. "Also, following the price list we organized earlier, quickly offload the junk supplies over the next few days."

"Junk supplies?" Wang Mengmeng was stunned.

Chen Yu nodded. "Those are the things that take up inventory slots, have zero room for appreciation, and are basically never used."

"Oh, I understand." Wang Mengmeng nodded, seeming to understand.

"Also, common medicine," Chen Yu continued. "Bandages, disinfectant, painkillers—we've accumulated too many. These are still hot commodities on the outside. We'll keep enough for our own use and sell off the rest."

Qiao Xi also nodded. "Okay."

Chen Yu shrugged. "Let's get moving. Time is tight and the task is heavy~"

The women acknowledged him and scattered in twos and threes.

Chen Yu stood up, stretched his neck, and scanned the side with his peripheral vision.

Wang Mengmeng was standing by the seat.

She was wearing a pair of dark blue tight jeans, the waistband resting above her hip bones, her thighs to her knees taut without a single wrinkle. On her upper body was a white short T-shirt, revealing a small patch of fair, tender waist skin.

"Brother Chen Yu."

"Look, I'm S-rank now too, and it's a time-type ability. If the two of us are together, that would be—"

Wang Mengmeng raised her palm, splayed her fingers, and then suddenly clenched them into a fist. "Kill gods if gods block us, kill Buddhas if Buddhas block us!"

Chen Yu glanced at her. "Is there a possibility... that I could kill them just the same without you?"

"..." Wang Mengmeng couldn't speak.

Chen Yu suddenly remembered something and asked, "By the way, didn't I say before that you need to wear a maid outfit when you're on the Vehicle? Why did you take it upon yourself to wear your own clothes?"

Wang Mengmeng's face flushed red instantly.

She quickly spoke up. "That... that's because I'm at least S-rank now..."

"So S-rank means you don't have to wear it?" Chen Yu interrupted her, raised a finger, and waved it unhurriedly. "Even if you were SSS-rank, you still have to follow the rules I set for you."

After saying that, Chen Yu had already turned and walked toward the Safety Compartment. "Follow me."

"Changing out of the maid outfit without permission always comes with a price."

"Ah? Brother Chen Yu, I..."

"Bang!" The door to the Safety Compartment closed, and all sound inside was cut off.

Li Mengyao was organizing her own supplies while looking at the door of the Safety Compartment, her eyes complex.

Liu Manqing shook her head. What she felt most sorry for was this girl Mengyao; she only moved when pushed, and if not pushed, she would just watch forever.

Back on Wuyin Island, she had taken on Mengyao's identity and been with Chen Yu... The next day, Chen Yu had clearly been very good to Mengyao as well.

Could it be that she still had to... Liu Manqing shook her head. Impossible, absolutely impossible. How could she think like that?

She had already interfered too much in Mengyao's feelings. Let it end here.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Baby Bus bumped along The Highway, never stopping.

Over these days, Li Mengyao had also learned to drive, and her skill level was steadily rising.

So now, the three girls—Yang Kexin, the Class Monitor, and Li Mengyao—were taking turns on the Vehicle, making things much easier.

The work of organizing supplies in the Vehicle carriage had entered a fever pitch since the first day.

By the third day, each girl had cleared out three slots. Although it wasn't five, Chen Yu didn't blame them; after all, he knew that was all they could do in three days.

Meanwhile, messages in the regional chat channel were scrolling frantically:

[Li Xueming: I'm at New Metropolis No. 3! Are there any fellow townspeople from Haicheng who were also assigned to No. 3? Looking for a team, looking for an alliance! Going to the trading market alone always feels unsafe!]

[Zhang Lei: No. 3 +1. I have four people here, all with B-rank Talent. If you're willing, we can meet at the entrance. With more people, at least we won't be treated like soft persimmons.]

[Lin Wenjun: New Metropolis No. 5, is anyone there? Two Vehicles have merged on my side, eleven people total. We want to find a long-term cooperative convoy in the Living Area. Is anyone interested in joining up?]

Messages came one after another; some were forming teams, others were begging to be taken along.

Chen Yu's gaze, however, didn't linger on this, because his private messages had exploded.

Quite a few acquaintances asked him which New Metropolis he was assigned to. But Chen Yu didn't reply to any of them.

There were even more strangers wanting to seek shelter.

[Zhou Hui: Hello Chen Yu, I'm from the Haicheng Textile Factory. May I ask which New Metropolis you are at? Our convoy is all women and we have no combat power. We really, really need someone to look after us... We are willing to offer Wood and Energy Core as a protection fee; we won't let you help for nothing! Please!]

He clicked close with an expressionless face.

[Zhao Lei: Big brother, big brother, big brother, can you cover me? I'll offer 2,000 units of Wood, 300 units of Iron, five Low-grade Energy Core, and a Dagger prop. This is my entire net worth! You can eat the meat and I'll just drink the soup! Which New Metropolis are you at, big brother?]

Chen Yu's gaze paused for a moment on the [Dagger prop]. Additional effect: Has a certain probability to cause burning damage lasting five seconds upon hit; the probability is 4%.

"..." Most of the people who came to seek shelter were weaklings, and the prices they offered were even more outrageous. Who knows where they got their courage.

"Brother Chen Yu, how's my massage?" A voice pulled Chen Yu back from his thoughts.

He blinked his eyes, refocusing his gaze. Wang Mengmeng was kneeling by his side, looking up with her face, her pair of almond eyes gazing at him brightly, pushing along the muscle texture of his lower leg, the strength just right.

The ruffled cuffs of her black maid outfit swayed gently with her movements, her white apron was tied neatly, the skirt spread out on the floor, her knees pressed together, her back straight.

"It's alright."

"Just 'alright'? You should praise me a little more~"

"Don't dawdle, just focus on your massage."

"Oh." Wang Mengmeng pouted.

"Bang, bang, bang—" The door to the Safety Compartment was knocked on.

Wang Mengmeng received Chen Yu's permission, opened the door, and Li Mengyao walked in.

She glanced at Wang Mengmeng's attire, her expression somewhat unnatural. "Chen... Chen Yu, we're almost at the station. Do you want to come out?"