40: Chapter 40 The Plan to Buy a Private Flying Car

"Speaking of which, Secretary Shen is just about at that 'wolfish and tigerish' age..."

Qin Feng couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed in his heart.

A woman like a wolf or a tiger.

I have to say.

It's truly terrifying!

Terrifying indeed!

Although mature women are experienced, skilled, and considerate—especially single, divorced ladies—Qin Feng currently had several mountains of pressure weighing on him. He had no leisure or interest in visiting someone's home to 'listen to music at the hook lanes.'

He turned around.

And left the factory directly.

Tonight's plan remained simple.

Go home.

Continue simmering blood crystal rice porridge just like yesterday, studying the basic tutorial for the "Magic Blade" exoskeleton armor gun, practicing the White Ape Health-Preserving Secret Pile, and finally entering the "Deep Sleep Fetal Breath" state to welcome the next day full of Origin Qi.

It was worth mentioning that,

with the Perfection advancement of "Strong Viscera Turtle Breath,"

the filtering effect on pollution

had also undergone a qualitative change.

Therefore, Qin Feng didn't have to worry about the active pollution aura dissipating from the corpse of the Six-Winged Weird Python Tiger invading his body while performing Anatomy on it.

"You have received a news notification."

"It is reported that the special pollution disease in Lower City's Bailang District is gradually showing an outbreak trend, surging from an initial plateau to a peak. 183 people have already shown signs of mutation, and 5 have died from this special pollution disease. The number of patients is skyrocketing."

"The uniform symptom caused by this special pollution disease is: patients will experience auditory hallucinations. Whether awake or dreaming, they will hear a strange and unknown whispering."

"As the whispering becomes more frequent, the physical mutation symptoms will become more severe until mental collapse and death occur."

"Therefore, the residents of Bailang District have named this special pollution disease—'whispering syndrome'."

"Sun Moon Company hereby appeals: please do not panic, all 'whispering syndrome' patients. Sun Moon Company's pharmaceutical researchers have worked day and night to develop a specific medicine targeting this special pollution disease."

"As long as you purchase the authentic specific medicine produced by Sun Moon Company and take it three times a day, you will surely recover and not have your life consumed by this 'whispering syndrome'."

"The specific medicine is now available on Sun Moon Company's official shopping website and major e-commerce platforms. Sun Moon Company members get a 10% discount, and the first hundred buyers will receive durian and cilantro-flavored 'No. 5 Marvelous Pills' as a gift..."

Hearing this news notification filled with advertisements that could not be muted or closed,

Qin Feng couldn't help but glance at it.

He saw the extremely eye-catching price:

One box of the specific medicine for "whispering syndrome" costs 9,999 yanxia coins!

And in one box,

there were only 9 pills.

They would only last for three days.

In just three days, it would cost nearly ten thousand yanxia coins for medicine. How many Lower City residents could afford this so-called authentic medicine?

"No wonder everyone goes to buy bootleg medicine."

"I wonder how Old Zhang's daughter is doing?"

Old Zhang's performance these past few days had been excellent. After recovering his state, the amount of titan blood crystals he extracted was truly significant.

Therefore,

he also received a considerable amount of bonuses.

If one didn't consider the authentic medicine from the Upper City's Sun Moon Company, it should definitely be enough to buy the bootleg version produced by the Lower City's pharmaceutical factories.

However...

Qin Feng knew.

The so-called ghostly disease was merely an illusion; the true threat was the "Demon Food Festival" Hide behind it.

Even if one took the specific medicine

and recovered from the illness,

if they were targeted by those demons that specialized in eating humans, the consequences would be extremely bad, perhaps even more tragic.

"The outbreak of the ghostly disease is just to make death seem commonplace. Once more people die from this 'whispering syndrome', those demons Hide among the crowd will probably start harvesting the 'crops', right?"

While his thoughts were wandering,

suddenly,

*Clatter-crunch.*

The electric scooter Qin Feng was riding vibrated violently.

In the next moment,

black smoke actually began to billow from the electric scooter's motor.

Seeing this,

Qin Feng's face immediately darkened:

"Dammit, I'm right in the middle of my journey, still some distance from Raccoon Apartments. How did this electric scooter break down?"

He got off and checked it.

He could confirm the motor was broken.

The motor was the heart of the electric scooter. If it were purely mechanical, Qin Feng wouldn't be worried; he could have forced it home by pedaling.

But the key was...

this electric scooter was forged with Flesh Technology. The motor had only a few mechanical structures; most of it came from the specialized flesh and organs of giant beasts.

Once it broke,

it would rot... just like a normal organism that had lost its vitality.

That's right.

Rot.

Moreover, the speed of decay was extremely fast, like a dead crab, and it would emit an intensely nauseating, fishy stench.

"I knew this second-hand electric scooter was unreliable."

Qin Feng looked at the electric scooter that had suddenly "dropped dead" before him, feeling quite pained.

But regardless, those annoying, unmutable rogue advertisements could finally shut up.

Watching the electric scooter rapidly wither,

turning into a pile of soft, fleshy matter

and emitting a soul-stirring stench,

Qin Feng raised his hand

and tossed the "corpse" of the electric scooter into a nearby trash pile.

"Speaking of which, I have some foundation now. Why don't I spend a large sum to get a private flying car?"

Qin Feng's eyes lit up.

private flying car.

Also known as a private hovercar.

Between the Lower City and the Upper City, many "Floating Highways" had been opened.

He had checked.

The "highest-specification gun permit" Lu Yunsong had arranged for him was like a high-grade ID card. Not only did it allow him to possess all categories of guns, but it could also serve as proof for private entry into the Upper City, and even included driving qualifications.

private flying cars were all intelligent.

The learning cost was almost zero.

The most critical part

was obtaining the driving qualification.

And since his current "highest-specification gun permit" included driving qualifications, and he might need to visit the Upper City in the future to buy supplies that only circulated there, it would definitely be very inconvenient without a private flying car in hand.

There's no time like the present.

Why not go pick one out now?

"The price of a private flying car generally ranges from a hundred thousand to over a million. Generally speaking, even the lowest, most basic model for a hundred thousand would definitely be enough for daily commuting."

"But... if it's for racing or escaping, it definitely won't do."

"If the configuration is low, the body is fragile and has no defensive capabilities. Any bullet could pierce the car and shoot it down from the sky. That's absolutely unacceptable."

Canglang City was by no means a truly peaceful city.

This world

was also not safe and sound, where one could enjoy life without worry. One never knew when they might encounter others racing and fighting, only to be caught in the crossfire.

Therefore,

since he wanted to buy a private flying car,

he had to get a good one.

One with quality.

Otherwise, it would be better not to buy one at all.

"A new car would definitely be expensive."

"But as soon as a new car hits the road, it basically depreciates by twenty percent. The longer the time and the more use, the higher the depreciation. I could get a high-value second-hand car."

"Or even..."

"A modified car!"

Compared to second-hand cars, modified cars were even more hit-or-miss, like opening a blind box.

But with a bit of luck,

one might just buy a divine car with ultra-high cost-performance.

Having made up his mind,

Qin Feng picked up his phone without the slightest hesitation.

And booked a ride-hailing service.

Soon,

*Beep!*

A taxi flying car, emitting billowing murky exhaust, soared down from the sky and made a beautiful sharp turn, stopping exactly in front of Qin Feng.

The window rolled down,

revealing the head of a fashionable woman:

"Yo, handsome, where to?"

"To the nearest Ruin Market."

Qin Feng opened the rear door, sat inside, and said.