118: Chapter 118 Let's see what kind of formation they've set up.

Qi Yin bent down, used a dagger to skewer a piece of soft meat, and took a bite.

She squinted her eyes in satisfaction and glanced at Wang Hui impassively, her voice not loud but just enough for them to hear.

“Brother Yan Xiu, your cooking skills are truly amazing. After being hungry for a day, being able to eat a bite like this... this is what a god's life must be like.”

Mu Feng and Qian Dong chimed in from the side, deliberately smacking their lips.

This was the final straw that broke the camel's back. A massive wave of hunger struck. The team members who had just been holding Tian Zining back now looked at Wang Hui with utter disdain; they resentfully chewed on their compressed biscuits, giving Wang Hui a few extra punches for good measure.

“Pah, if it weren't for the fact that the weapons are still on her, I'd really want to kill this bitch,” spat a man with a Short-Haired Guy.

The person beside him pulled him back: “Endure it. We'll reach our destination tomorrow; we'll show her then.”

A storm of fists fell upon her. The more she cried, the harder they hit. Wang Hui could only grit her teeth and refuse to make a sound.

Her vicious gaze couldn't help but fall on Qi Yin, who was eating and drinking well. It was all because of this bitch; why did she have to cook some damn beef for no reason?

The culprit, Qi Yin, ate her beef unhurriedly, watching the farce with cold eyes.

Don't be in a hurry, dear sister-in-law. The good show has only just begun.

This is just the appetizer; you'd better hold on tight for me.

In the same room, the two groups were in completely different situations. Qi Yin and her group were full, leaning against the wall with their arms crossed to nap, while Tian Zining's group had to tighten their belts and try to rest while smelling the lingering scent of meat.

In the middle of the night, a suffocating silence filled the air.

A pair of dark brown eyes suddenly snapped open, alertly scanning the surroundings as if everyone else was asleep.

Tian Zining rubbed his eyes and quietly crept around his teammates to a corner, his movements extremely light.

He took out an old-fashioned communicator hidden in his jacket lining. A faint red light was flashing on it. Upon opening it, he saw a new message.

【Idiot. You only grow in height, not brains. Are you blind to such a large monitor, or what?】

A message from the Master? A monitor? Tian Zining frowned and looked around.

After a long while, he finally discovered an Iron Dragonfly, similar to the previous one, on the villa's doorway.

He subconsciously glanced at Qi Yin, who happened to turn over, and his eyes turned completely cold.

No wonder Qi Yin could find them even when they sped up and took detours.

His Supernatural Ability was already Second-level. Logically, a small monitor shouldn't escape his eyes, yet Qi Yin could do it with ease. It was too bizarre.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to destroy the monitor, the communicator seemed to have eyes of its own and flashed red again.

【Don't alert the enemy. Your mission is to escort the Super Weapon. Hehe, as it happens, Qi Yin and Xiao Sinian are useful to me. Lure them over.】

Tian Zining’s gaze couldn't help but fall on Qi Yin and Xiao Sinian, who were leaning together. The Master had specified these two by name; could it be he had a grudge against them?

He couldn't afford to offend either side, so he could only take it one step at a time.

The next morning, Qi Yin was full of energy. Tian Zining and his group, who hadn't eaten their fill, looked even more withered than yesterday. They were all drooping, their stomachs growling so loudly she could hear them from a distance.

Since things were already like this, why not give them another big gift?

Then, Qi Yin's group of five unhurriedly drank hot tea and ate sandwiches carefully toasted by Lu Yanxiu. Under everyone's envious and hateful gazes, they let out a loud burp.

Haha, die of anger, you lot.

Tian Zining's lips were cracked and dry. Wang Hui still couldn't produce any food, so they could only drink cold water and continue their journey.

Fortunately, they weren't far from their destination. The few biscuits in their backpacks should be enough to sustain them until they arrived.

Just as they left, Qi Yin finished her last sip of tea and stood up.

“Let's go, Boss Xiao. Let's see where our guides are heading today.”

Xiao Sinian put out the fire, and the off-road vehicle hit the road again, following the van ahead at a moderate distance.

However, after driving for a while, both of them sensed something was not quite right.

“Little Yin, Tian Zining is driving a bit too steadily today.”

He wasn't deliberately taking detours, nor was he risking speeding up. It was indeed a bit abnormal.

Qi Yin didn't care much, resting her hands behind her head, looking quite lazy.

Indeed, the vehicle ahead would subconsciously slow down at some intersections, as if afraid they would lose them.

“Yeah, they're waiting for us.”

Lu Yanxiu leaned over from the back seat, looking at the screen: “This is rare. Tian Zining was terrified of you two; why would he suddenly be so considerate? I think it's a trap.”

Qian Dong replied in a muffled voice: “Who cares? With just those few, it's like crushing little shrimp.”

Mu Feng didn't speak, alertly observing the terrain on both sides.

Qi Yin leaned against the back of the chair leisurely, her finger tapping the car window as her mind raced, recalling Tian Zining's secretive actions last night.

The most likely explanation was that the person behind him had given him some new instructions.

If they weren't trying to shake them off, then they were leading them somewhere on purpose.

Now this was interesting.

Qi Yin chuckled sarcastically: “It seems someone wants to invite us as guests. Are you going to this 'Hongmen Banquet'?”

Xiao Sinian held the steering wheel with one hand, his gaze sharp: “He's already set it up; shouldn't we go see what kind of trap he's laid?”

He was a straightforward person, and Qi Yin liked that attitude.

Schemes and plots? To hell with them. In the face of absolute strength, they were all paper tigers.

“Alright then, let's go see just how big of a show this behind-the-scenes Boss is putting on.”

With both groups harboring their own hidden agendas, the convoy continued forward as the surrounding scenery gradually changed.

Continuous stretches of dilapidated low-rise buildings began to appear on both sides of the road, and abandoned vehicles frantically clogged the side roads.

The once prosperous city was now rusted and collapsed, with weeds growing wildly from the cracks in the concrete.

Zombies that couldn't be seen in the outskirts were here in groups, wandering around with raspy noises.

Qi Yin frowned slightly.

Xiao Sinian noticed her mood and asked with concern: “What's wrong, Little Yin?”

Qi Yin's tone was complex: “Did you notice? The zombies here are at least Second-level or higher.”

Moreover, judging by their speed and sensitivity, they showed signs of leaping toward the third level.

She looked at Xiao Sinian: “Where is this?”

“Jiang City!”

Xiao Sinian answered, his voice also somewhat heavy.

“Before the Apocalypse, Jiang City was an old industrial city. Although it didn't fall as early as Kyoto, it fell more completely. Very few survivors were left.”

He paused, casting his gaze deeper into Jiang City.

“Moreover, Shanhe Base is in the mountainous area to the west of Jiang City.”

Qi Yin was dazed for a moment. In her previous life, she had only joined an unknown small base. She only knew that large bases like Shanhe Base existed but never had the chance to come into contact with them.

Was Yanqi Mountain's lair actually in Jiang City?