442: Chapter 442 Negative Review! Who developed this resort?!

Su Chen raised his foot with a look of pure disgust.

He shook his expensive boots, which were woven from Celestial Silkworm Silk.

He lightly flicked off a few specks of mud and spores that had stained them.

Then, he frowned and waved his hand.

It was as if he were dispersing a strange odor lingering around his nose.

“Ninety percent air humidity. Negative review.”

Su Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an unmistakable tone of pickiness.

“Oxygen content is too high, making it easy to get oxygen toxicity. Negative review.”

“The levels of spores and microorganisms in the air seriously exceed the limit, which is harmful to the skin. Negative review.”

“Worst of all, this place doesn't even have a decent spot to step. Two steps in and you're covered in mud. This is the worst of all negative reviews!”

He grumbled, his tone full of displeasure.

That expression of his made him look exactly like a Party A client inspecting their own resort project—harsh and demanding.

He showed none of the tension or awe an explorer should have.

...

The entire team fell into a bizarre silence.

Everyone was as if frozen in place, completely stagnant.

They were dumbfounded, staring blankly at Su Chen, who was still talking incessantly and complaining wildly.

Their thoughts came to a complete standstill at this moment.

Qian Duoduo's fat face, which had been swollen with fear, was now completely rigid.

His mouth was wide open, unable to close for a long time.

He even forgot to cry.

Boss...

You... what on earth is going on?

We are clearly in a perilous situation where we could lose our lives at any moment!

Shouldn't you be leading us and finding a way to escape?

How... how can you be like a food critic, starting to critique the environment?

Is your focus completely off track?!

“Boss...”

Qian Duoduo whispered almost as if in a trance, opening his mouth cautiously.

“Thi... this is no time for this. You... you still care about these things?”

“Shouldn't the most important thing for us right now be thinking about how to survive?”

Su Chen glanced at him upon hearing this.

That gaze was like he was scrutinizing a philistine who didn't understand elegance.

[Nonsense, what else did you think?]

[Even if I, Su Chen, am to die, I must die comfortably and with style.]

[Losing my life in such a godforsaken place with such a terrible environment—wouldn't I be a laughingstock if word got out?]

[I can't afford to lose face like that.]

Su Chen grumbled wildly in his heart.

However, on the outside, he still maintained that calm and indifferent expression.

“What's the panic?”

Su Chen waved his hand impatiently.

“If the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up.”

“Why are you all so nervous?”

“Relax a bit. Just treat it like participating in a unique 'jungle-themed' immersive Script Kill.”

As he spoke, he took out a soft lounge chair from his Storage Ring.

It was lined with the fur of some unknown Divine Beast.

Then, under everyone's stunned gazes, as if they were seeing a ghost...

He slowly and methodically lay down on it.

He even covered himself with a thin silk quilt.

That leisurely comfort made it look exactly as if he were on vacation.

The atmosphere in the team instantly became incredibly bizarre.

Half of it was a heavy tension pushed to the limit.

The other half was an absurdity pushed to the extreme of comicality.

Hua Nongying looked at Su Chen, who was already resting with his eyes closed, and her lips twitched uncontrollably.

She had lived for over eight hundred years and considered herself well-traveled and knowledgeable.

But in all her life, she had never seen such an absurd person!

What on earth is inside this guy's head?

Could it be that he doesn't feel any danger at all?

Or is it that he is truly powerful enough to ignore all crises?

For the first time, Hua Nongying felt a deep doubt about her previous judgment.

Just as the whole team was collectively petrified by Su Chen's unconventional behavior...

A sudden change occurred!

“Buzz—!”

A roar like a heavy helicopter's propeller spinning at high speed suddenly exploded from the bushes not far away!

The sound approached from afar, swift as lightning!

Almost at the instant the sound rang out...

A violent gale had already swept in!

It swirled the thick, decaying leaves on the ground into the air!

“What is that?!”

Jian Buping was the first to react!

He suddenly gripped the starfall sword in his hand, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring intently at the source of the sound!

In the next moment...

Amidst a series of tree-snapping cracks...

A massive, colorful, and terrifying figure suddenly crashed through the man-high bushes!

It was a Mosquito.

One with a body comparable to an adult water buffalo, covered in bizarre colorful patterns...

A Giant Demonic Mosquito!