14: Chapter 14 My Dad's Name is Shan Ge

Wang Lin ignored him and turned to ask Zhang Qiming: "Uncle Wang, the car is broken, what should we do?"

Zhang Qiming waved his hand: "It's fine, I'll make a call."

He walked to the side and took out his phone.

Ten minutes later.

A helicopter appeared above the three of them.

Fortunately, there wasn't much traffic on this stretch of road, and the helicopter landed steadily on the empty space nearby.

A young man in a suit walked down quickly and bowed slightly to Zhang Qiming: "Boss Wang, the transportation you requested has arrived."

Zhang Qiming nodded and pointed at Teacher Shi: "Little Zhao, you stay here and assist this... this..."

"Shi Yong." Teacher Shi reported his name mechanically.

"Right, assist this Mr. Shi in handling the traffic accident."

"It's entirely my fault, I was speeding when I hit it."

Then he tilted his chin at Wang Lin: "Kid, let's go, get on the helicopter."

Wang Lin followed him toward the helicopter.

Halfway there, he looked back.

Teacher Shi stood in place, head tilted back, mouth wide open, the cigarette in his mouth falling to the ground for the third time.

The helicopter slowly rose.

On the ground, the middle-aged man's figure became smaller and smaller.

Finally turning into a dot, he was still standing there motionless, messy in the wind all by himself!

Wang Lin withdrew his gaze and looked out the window.

He felt so relieved inside.

This is all karma...

The helicopter passed through the clouds, and the scenery outside the window gradually turned into rolling mountain ranges.

Wang Lin leaned back in his seat, the sense of relief inside him not yet fully dissipated.

Teacher Shi's shocked face would probably be enough for him to savor for a good while.

"We're here," Zhang Qiming said.

Wang Lin looked down and saw a complex of gray-white buildings appearing in his field of vision amidst the surrounding mountains.

High walls, guard posts, patrolling figures...

This place didn't look like a training base; it looked more like a military fortress.

The helicopter cabin door opened, and a mountain breeze rushed in, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, along with a hint of blood.

"Let's go." Zhang Qiming jumped off the helicopter and waved at him.

Someone was already waiting on the helipad.

A man in his thirties, with a crew cut, a square face, and wearing a black combat uniform.

He looked Wang Lin up and down: "Is this Brother Long's son?"

Wang Lin thought to himself: [Brother Long? Isn't my dad called Wang Dashan? How did such a tacky name become Brother Long?]

[And just hearing the name Brother Long, it sounds like a gang boss; could my dad actually be in a gang?]

In Wang Lin's mind, his father was just a househusband.

In this so-called Twelve Zodiacs organization, he should be a peripheral figure, not considered high-level management.

[Must have recognized the wrong person, yes, definitely recognized the wrong person.]

Wang Lin replied: "Sorry, you recognized the wrong person. My dad isn't called Brother Long, you can call him Brother Shan!"

The man laughed after hearing this: "Kid, interesting, I quite admire you!"

Zhang Qiming nodded: "Wang Lin. This is Zhao Hu, you can just call him Brother Hu. If you need anything here, you can go to him."

Zhao Hu extended his hand to Wang Lin: "Welcome."

Wang Lin shook it.

The palm was rough and powerful, clearly possessing considerable strength.

"Follow me." Zhao Hu let go of his hand and turned to walk away.

Wang Lin followed behind.

Along the way, he noticed that there were many people coming and going, all sorts of types, old and young, but everyone had a common temperament—that temperament of licking blood on the edge of a knife.

"There are over three hundred permanent residents here," Zhao Hu said while walking, "plus the transients, five or six hundred. They are all Awakened or Calamities."

Wang Lin clicked his tongue inwardly.

A branch of the Night Watchers Investigation Bureau only has about two hundred people; the strength of the Twelve Zodiacs is much stronger than he imagined.

Zhao Hu brought him to a gray three-story building and pushed open a door.

Inside the door was a hall, and a long line had already formed.

At the end of the line was a table, and behind the table sat a young man wearing glasses, who was handing something to everyone.

"Newcomer reporting." Zhao Hu walked over, "This is from Brother Long's family."

"Oh no!.. I said it wrong... It's from Brother Shan's family.."

The young man looked up, glanced at Wang Lin through his lenses, and then took out a silver bracelet from the drawer and handed it over.

"Put it on."

Wang Lin took the bracelet.

The bracelet was very light, metallic in texture, with a small display screen on the surface, which was currently black.

"This is your ID badge and also your points card," the young man said, "Initial points are 100."

Wang Lin put the bracelet on his wrist.

As soon as he put it on, the display screen lit up, and a number popped up: [100]

"What are these points used for?" he asked.

The young man pushed his glasses, a meaningful smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Here, points are life."

He pointed outside the door: "See that layer of mist outside?"

Wang Lin looked out in the direction of his finger.

"That's the Mist Camp."

"Once you walk out this door, everything outside requires points."

"Accommodation, 80 a day."

"Meals, a regular boxed lunch is 15 per meal. Breakfast is cheaper, 5."

"The 100 points in your hand can only last you one day; this day is to let you familiarize yourself with the environment."

Wang Lin was stunned for a moment: "Then what happens when the points are spent?"

"Once they're gone, you're eliminated."

The young man said it nonchalantly, but Wang Lin could hear the weight behind those words.

He didn't ask what eliminated meant, but he could probably guess.

"How do you earn points?" he asked.

The young man smiled and pointed at that patch of mist.

"Walk out there and kill Mist Beasts. 100 points each."

Wang Lin looked at that gray-white mist and fell silent.

100 points each.

Accommodation 80 a day, meals 15 a meal.

In other words, one Mist Beast could only keep him alive for one more day.

He looked at the small [100] on his wrist and suddenly felt like it was a countdown.

But what if he got injured, sick, encountered an accident, or was robbed?

Did the medicine, weapons, and equipment inside all have to be bought with points?

Suddenly, the man with glasses seemed to think of something and added: "Right, there's another simple way to earn points."

After speaking, he glanced at the crowd around him.

Wang Lin understood; it was to rob others of their points.

The man with glasses added: "By the way, robbing and killing are prohibited inside the camp!"

Wang Lin nodded and looked at the two hundred or so people around him, who came from all over the country, each with their own hidden agendas.

Organized ones, unorganized ones, lone wolves, gangs, all of them were going to swarm into that mist.

And he had to go in alone.

"Damn it!" Wang Lin sighed inwardly.

"Let's go." Zhao Hu patted his shoulder, "It's time to go in."

At this moment, the phrase "It's time to go in" sounded a bit like a death warrant to Wang Lin.

He looked up at the door leading to the mist.

The door was already open.

The crowd was walking in one after another.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward to follow.