75: Chapter 75 Tonight... Wild Horse Jiang Yanxue!

Five kilometers away from the RV, in a leeward cluster of rock pillars, the remnants of the 7th Mechanized Infantry Brigade were camping.

Iron Wall sat beside an armored vehicle with a broken tread, holding a piece of shriveled, hardened compressed biscuit in his hand, chewing for a long time but unable to swallow.

The soldiers around him were all injured, and the atmosphere was suppressed to the extreme.

Of the fifty heavy armored vehicles, fewer than ten had made it out alive.

"Commander." The adjutant walked over with a limp, handing over a chipped canteen. "There is less than five liters of water left. The severely wounded need to clean their wounds. If we can't find a water source soon, we're going to have big problems."

Iron Wall irritably grabbed a handful of his hair and looked up towards the distance, five kilometers away.

Chen Chen's RV was parked there.

A pale blue energy film wrapped around the exterior of the vehicle, blocking out the night's sandstorms and cold air completely.

Even the aroma of roasting meat drifted into the military encampment along with the wind.

"Look at them."

"A twenty-plus-ton hovering RV! I've been a soldier for half my life, and even the secret laboratories at the Military Region Headquarters couldn't build such a thing!"

The adjutant swallowed, lowering his voice: "Commander, have you checked the regional channel?"

"What?"

"Chen Chen just posted a trade on the channel."

The adjutant activated the terminal projection on his wrist. "He's offering ten barrels of purified water, twenty liters each! Plus a hundred catties of high-level mutant pork chops. And he's trading them for junk like scrap steel and purple copper!"

Iron Wall was stunned.

He stared fixedly at the transaction record on the projection screen.

In the wasteland, water is more valuable than life.

For half a bottle of yellowish, muddy water, survivors would beat their companions' brains out.

Chen Chen was actually trading two hundred liters of purified water for scrap metal!

What did this mean?

It meant that the water and food in Chen Chen's hands were so abundant that he could squander them at will!

"Where on earth did he get so many supplies?" Iron Wall muttered to himself, a layer of cold sweat breaking out on his back.

He crushed an Apostle's projection single-handedly.

Now, he was bringing out massive amounts of purified water.

Iron Wall had previously held a sliver of a thought that, after returning to the Military Region, he would ask his superiors to mobilize heavy troops to get even.

Now, that thought was completely crushed.

Going against such a monster—the entire 7th Mechanized Infantry Brigade wouldn't be enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

"Pass on my order."

Iron Wall stood up, his tone extremely serious. "Everyone, forbidden from approaching within three kilometers of Chen Chen's convoy. If you meet his people on the road, lower your heads and take a detour. Whoever dares to cross him, I will execute them myself!"

On the second floor of the Ghost Fortress, in the suspension cabin.

The night was deep.

The living area on the first floor had quieted down.

Su Xiaoqi was stuffed, sprawled out on the carpet snoring.

Shen Wanxing was curled up in the corner of the sofa, sleeping soundly.

Shen Wanbing, wearing the concentration ice heart necklace, sat before the command console resting with her eyes closed, while the Radar kept running at low power.

The automatic sensor door on the second floor slid open with a "hiss."

Jiang Yanxue walked in.

She had just showered in the bathroom on the bottom level.

Her hair was half-wet, and water droplets trickled down her strands onto her collarbone.

She wore only an extremely tight black tactical vest, and on her lower body, a pair of black shorts that reached only to the top of her thighs.

Her two slender, shapely legs were displayed without reservation.

Chen Chen sat in a large leather chair, toying with the purple divinity fragment that had dropped from the Apostle's projection.

Hearing the movement, he looked up.

Jiang Yanxue closed the door behind her and casually pressed the physical lock button.

"Seven Blades reported in." Jiang Yanxue approached, pulled over a chair, and sat astride it boldly, her hands resting on the back of the chair, her upper body leaning forward.

"They've set up camp ten kilometers away. The loot from today has all been sorted, and it will be delivered early tomorrow morning."

Chen Chen tossed the divinity fragment into his silver-grade storage ring and leaned back in his chair, watching her.

"For small matters like this, just use the communicator."

"A small matter?" Jiang Yanxue raised an eyebrow, a hint of wild provocation in her dark red pupils.

"Boss, Qin Hongye's shot today was quite accurate. Over a thousand meters, she blew the Apostle's eye right out."

"It was indeed good."

"Then what about her legs?" Jiang Yanxue suddenly leaned in, their noses almost touching.

"A meter eighty tall, those legs—are they better looking than mine?"

A woman like Jiang Yanxue had the arrogance of a mafia princess carved into her bones.

She admired strength, but she wouldn't be obedient and ingratiating like Shen Wanxing.

She wanted to fight for her position with Chen Chen in her own way.

Chen Chen suddenly raised his hand.

He grabbed a handful of her half-wet long hair at the back of her head.

His wrist exerted sudden force.

"Ngh!" Jiang Yanxue let out a muffled groan, pulled from the chair by Chen Chen, and fell directly into his arms.

Chen Chen's constitution was over eighty points.

This level of force was simply not something Jiang Yanxue could resist.

She was forced to tilt her head back, her hands subconsciously pressing against Chen Chen's solid chest.

"You're getting bolder and bolder." Chen Chen looked down at her, his voice flat but filled with absolute pressure.

Jiang Yanxue's scalp tingled from the pull, but instead of struggling, her dark red eyes brightened frighteningly.

Her breathing instantly became rapid, her chest rising and falling violently.

She was a wild horse.

Whoever had the greater strength, whoever could pin her to the ground and dominate her, she would be devoted to them heart and soul.

"Boss, can you handle a wild horse like me?" Jiang Yanxue curled her lips, hooking her arms around Chen Chen's neck.

She lifted her right leg sharply, crossing it directly over Chen Chen's waist, and sat astride his lap in an extremely aggressive posture.

Such wild initiative would have drained an ordinary man dry long ago.

Chen Chen gripped her slender, willow-like waist with one hand.

His fingers tightened suddenly.

Jiang Yanxue gasped in pain, her body instantly softening.

"In front of me, you don't have the right to issue orders." Chen Chen picked her up by the waist.

In two steps, he walked to the c-rank mental soothing bed and threw her heavily onto it.

Jiang Yanxue was dazed from the fall, and just as she wanted to sit up, Chen Chen pressed down on her.

Chen Chen grabbed the collar of her black tactical vest with both hands.

With a forceful tear, "Riiip!"

Jiang Yanxue's whole body trembled, her legs subconsciously tightening.

She was about to experience what it meant to be a humanoid tyrannosaurus.

The muscles on Chen Chen's body were as hard as steel, and every movement exuded an irresistible sense of crushing power.

The wildness in her heart was shattered bit by bit.

In its place was pure submission and fanaticism.

The entire second-floor suspension cabin echoed with blushing, heart-racing sounds.

The metal frame of the bed emitted an unbearable creaking sound.

Two full hours passed.

Jiang Yanxue was completely limp on the bed.

She didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Her long black hair was completely soaked with sweat, sticking to her snow-white skin.

She gasped for air, turning her head to look at Chen Chen, who was leaning against the headboard smoking.

In her dark red eyes, that hint of provocation was gone forever.

The system notification prompt rang in Chen Chen's mind right on time.

[Ding! Detected a drastic breakthrough in the karmic relationship with a confidante!]

[Target: Jiang Yanxue]

[Bond Progress: Lv.5 (50%)! Relationship Status: Absolute Submission / Body and Mind Belonging!]

[Congratulations, Host! Jiang Yanxue's exclusive golden trait 'Slaughter Feast / Loot Plunder' has evolved!]

[Evolution Direction: Abyss Plunderer (Purple-Gold Rank)!]

[Trait Effect Update: 1. When the Host or team members inside the vehicle kill monsters, the number of dropped items is fixed +3! 2. The stun effect of the Host's killing intent is increased to 2 seconds, and the cooldown is removed! It is now changed to consume mental power for continuous release!]

Chen Chen exhaled a smoke ring.

A purple-gold rank trait.

Dropped items +3 meant that from now on, killing any low-level monster would result in a pile of materials.

Most importantly, the "Killing Intent Stun" had its cooldown removed.

As long as he had enough mental power, he could keep the killing intent aura active, turning all surrounding monsters into stationary targets waiting to be beaten.