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Installing the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station was a tedious, troublesome, and time-consuming task, but Zheng Yifan had no choice but to undertake it. He was the only one capable of handling this matter, especially since some exposed connections and the core technology for infinite energy transmission had to be managed personally by him.
Day and night, working hard became the melody of Zheng Yifan's week.
Meanwhile, in the Apocalyptic World, Wu Yingzhou wore a mischievous grin as he followed Left Guard. Just by looking at Left Guard's frustrated expression, it was clear how constrained he felt.
After being humiliated by Zheng Yifan, Left Guard still had to take Wu Yingzhou back to his own legion to recruit people.
No matter what, this was a task personally assigned by the leader and naturally required proper attention. Although he had just endured some humiliation, he understood that it was part of future development plans. The information disparity between him and Zheng Yifan was vast; he didn't know why Zheng Yifan was being alarmist, but such a serious demeanor indicated that Zheng Yifan must have received some concrete news.
There would be plenty of matters waiting for him upon his return.
However, turning around to see Wu Yingzhou's old face made his previously uplifted mood plummet once again.
This Fellow seemed intent on making things difficult for him; instead of asking Pu Qiang's subordinates for people, he insisted on taking from his own.
He recognized that old buddy with the surname Shi! That was someone who had escaped from Howling Wind Gathering Place alongside him.
Yet he could never have imagined that this old fellow could possibly be a powerful Superpowered Individual or even a martial arts master. Back at Howling Wind Gathering Place, everyone had strong combat abilities, but this Old Buddy was notoriously sneaky; during battles, he always avoided confrontation like a clever monkey. No one wanted to engage with him.
Whenever the enemy let their guard down slightly, Old Buddy would dart behind them. He also had a particularly vile habit of using a large gun to poke at his opponents' rear ends.
Even Left Guard felt a faint sense of injury just seeing him. During auctions, prices would spiral out of control due to anger flaring up, preventing this old fellow from hitting rock bottom in pricing.
Yet he still stubbornly held onto second-to-last place without any hope of climbing higher.
He simply couldn't fathom how such a lewd Fellow could actually be a martial arts expert.
Looking at Wu Yingzhou's suppressed laughter, Left Guard felt even worse.
At the Hope Gathering Place, Rui Guan Military Camp, preparations for dinner were underway. The aroma of meat wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of spices, making everyone's stomachs growl.
Unfortunately, a training squad of five hundred stood before a large pot of steaming noodles, drooling. They had been training their physical strength, each person weighed down by heavy gear. They would have to stand there for a full hour before they could eat; this was the final training session before dinner, after which they would engage in Superpower training.
All five thousand individuals here were Superpowered Individuals with immense strength. Yet, no amount of power could quell the hunger gnawing at their insides. Each person felt their stomach churning. Many who had initially managed to hold on began to sway slightly, their noses twitching involuntarily. Saliva flowed uncontrollably in their mouths; the thought of a hearty meal after training was undeniably tempting.
Sadly, they still had half an hour until mealtime, and that delicious food was simmering right in front of them.
When is food most fragrant? Not when it enters your mouth, but when it is bubbling away in the pot, releasing rich aromas that become even more intoxicating under the influence of hunger. The gastric juices churned in their stomachs as saliva continuously pooled in their mouths.
It felt as if their souls were being drawn away.
In rows of nearly a hundred massive pots, beef simmered alongside various spices and dozens of ingredients that enhanced its flavor.
No one cared where these ingredients came from; they only needed to know where this delicious food would eventually end up.
Gradually, some in the crowd began to lean forward unconsciously, unable to resist any longer.
The aroma was simply too enticing. The weight of their gear felt like boulders pressing down on them.
"Hehehe!" A lecherous-looking old man slowly emerged from beside the pot, grinning widely as he stirred the beef in each pot with a giant ladle. The smell grew stronger, and more warriors struggling through their weight training succumbed to hunger.
Finally, one officer could no longer hold back and let out a loud "Pfft!" as he sprayed saliva everywhere.
“Ge Laozi, you old Shi! What are you doing? Isn’t there a kitchen inside the barracks? Why do you have to cook outside?” The Company Commander finally couldn’t hold back any longer and shouted loudly.
This damn old man was the leader of the Culinary Team in the military camp, managing the meals for the entire barracks along with about twenty others.
The food was decent, but this old man always had some tricks up his sleeve. Today was no exception; he decided to cook in front of everyone. The exhausted soldiers, worn out from thousands of labors, had reached their limits, and now he was kicking them while they were down. Gradually, almost everyone had given up.
Only five or six remained, the most resilient individuals in the camp. Yet even they could be seen swallowing hard.
There was nothing they could do; they were human too, and they were hungry!
“Dinner is ready!” As the training session approached its final seconds, Old Man Shi pulled out a pipe from somewhere and, in front of everyone, tore open three white boxes of special tobacco, filling his large pipe before lighting it with a match and taking slow puffs.
His silhouette stretched long in the sunset, behind him were those weary soldiers helping each other remove their heavy gear before facing their final training: five thousand meters each. They wouldn’t be allowed to eat until they finished. Normally, this would be easy for them since they were Superpowered Individuals, but now they were utterly exhausted and struggling to complete it.
What made it worse was that the meals were almost custom-made; every time after cooking, there would be a shortage of food for at least a hundred or eighty people. There were always some who went hungry during the evening training until it was time for supper.
Every five meals—none missed—was the price of high-intensity training.
“Hehehe! How else can I push you to break your limits? How else can I pick out the best candidates?” The old man puffed on his pipe.
“I knew you never had good intentions!” Suddenly, a voice came from afar, followed by two white figures appearing before Old Man Shi.
“Wu Gui! Are you done yet? Is this fun for you?” Old Man Shi barely glanced at the two figures as he moved his legs, his body swaying high and low but never falling. All attacks passed by like a gentle breeze.
It turned out to be Drunken Fist. But at this moment, there was no alcohol; though not intoxicated by drink, he moved as if he were drunk. His body swayed like rolling waves, his figure shifting as his hands moved up and down, left and right, lightly brushing against the two figures.
But just like that, the figure of the law suddenly fluctuated briefly, becoming so blurred that it was momentarily uncontrollable.
In this way, as the figure turned, it had already arrived beside Wu Yingzhou, moving with an uncanny grace. The body seemed to barely touch the ground, yet the clothes appeared to be completely unsoiled. Like a crouching tiger stretching or a soaring dragon, the movements were elusive and left no trace. With all the accumulated strength surging within, it erupted in an instant. A right-hand strike sliced through the air. Then came a thick smell of smoke mixed with a pungent odor reminiscent of old pickled vegetables.
In any case, Wu Yingzhou was the first to flee. The moment Old Man Shi approached, he bolted away in panic, retreating rapidly while covering his face with both hands.
Meanwhile, the Left Guard was busy securing slots for his warriors in the Superpower School after its establishment.
At that moment, Old Man Shi's figure appeared right in front of him, colliding face-to-face. Suddenly, a cloud of thick smoke enveloped him.
Old Man Shi's smoke hit Left Guard squarely in the face, and he immediately felt that he probably wouldn't be able to eat for a week. The sourness in his stomach surged upward, and the combination of the smoke and an unknown taste in his mouth was nothing short of a biochemical weapon.
Left Guard staggered back two steps, unable to withstand it. It felt as if something had irritated his eyes; tears filled them as he nearly vomited his intestines out.
The ground was soon marked with a map of his distress.
"Wu Gui, what exactly brings you and Zuozi to find me? Can't you see I'm busy?" Old Man Shi continued to puff on his large pipe vigorously.
"Isn't it just to let you, an old man relying on your age, make use of your remaining energy? Is there any point in training these useless wastes? How about coming with me for some fun? Let's open a school and put your talents to good use," Wu Yingzhou pointed towards the direction of Hope Gathering Place.
"Bah! You're just fooling me! Before the apocalypse, I didn't even want to teach disciples. Unlike you who opened a martial arts school and joined some martial arts association, I'm just an old farmer from the countryside who enjoys drinking and smoking," Old Man Shi continued to puff on his pipe.
"It’s only because the apocalypse came that I started hanging around that arena just to earn a meal. Now I have food, drink, and cigarettes; occasionally I can even enjoy a drink. Who would be foolish enough to teach disciples like you?" Old Man Shi stubbornly refused to agree.
But who was Wu Yingzhou? Since he dared to seek him out, he must have some winning strategy or treasure up his sleeve. He immediately burst into laughter.
“Zuozi, does this old fellow belong to me from now on?” Wu Yingzhou asked.
After a few more retches, the Left Guard exclaimed in frustration, “Hurry up and take him away! I can’t afford to keep such a big shot in the Flame Legion! Ugh, it’s disgusting!”
He then bent over again and continued to vomit.
“Old Man Shi, look at your wrinkled face. You’re a Superpowered Individual now; you could have restored your appearance long ago. With your attitude of relying on your age, it’s clear you just want to mooch off others without even fixing your looks,” Wu Yingzhou taunted.
“Now Zuozi doesn’t care about you anymore. You won’t have a place to freeload from now on!” Wu Yingzhou had a mischievous grin on his face.
Old Man Shi glared back, “I’ll just go report to the Explorer Alliance and become an explorer!”
“Go ahead! Do whatever you want! I don’t believe that lazy old man would actually do the hardest work. School is much better; you can just sit around and pick and choose what to do, and still have money to spend, cigarettes to smoke, and endless fine wine to drink. Ah, what bliss!” Wu Yingzhou pulled out a wine flask from his pocket, taking a hearty swig of the fine wine inside, looking utterly delighted.
“Gulp!” The sound of him swallowing was unmistakable.
“You? As long as you point fingers, you get endless fine wine?” Old Man Shi turned his body away but twisted his head around as if it were 180 degrees, continuously swallowing saliva.
“Delicious!” Wu Yingzhou sighed before waving the wine flask in front of Old Man Shi’s nose.
“This deal sounds good! But remember, I’ll only point fingers; if you don’t please me, I won’t care at all!” Before he could finish, the wine flask was already empty.
“What about the good wine that never runs out?” Old Man Shi shook the empty flask in frustration.
Wu Yingzhou’s face turned red with anger as he pointed at Old Man Shi, speechless.
"Bah! You old ghost, you really have no shame. So many people have died, yet you’re still alive. It’s truly disgraceful. I haven’t even agreed to let you join yet. Only when I nod in agreement will you get to drink endless fine wine." Wu Yingzhou swayed as he pulled out a bottle of Treasure-grade Moutai that Zheng Yifan had specially brought back, sniffing it vigorously near his nose before smacking his lips and pouring it into his mouth.
The two avatars beside him were always on guard, ready to prevent the shameless Old Man Shi from snatching his fine wine.
His vigilance was warranted. Shi Laonian silently followed behind Wu Yingzhou, suddenly twisting his body 60 degrees and lunging for the wine bottle with his right hand.
Unfortunately, the two avatars were prepared, and when Shi Laonian attempted to seize the bottle, they stepped in first, blocking Wu Yingzhou.
Meanwhile, Wu Yingzhou made a swift escape. He had arrived in a military Hummer Dragon driven by the Left Guard, but on his way back, he forgot to borrow the vehicle. Looking back at the old man’s expression, he knew if he went to borrow it, the old rascal would probably drink all the gasoline.
Only after the two elderly men, whose ages added up to over a hundred years, disappeared did the Left Guard recover from the overwhelming scent.
"Wait a minute! I pulled people from my legion; how come I got nothing out of this? Didn’t we plan to ask him for a few hundred advanced training slots?" The Left Guard slapped his forehead in frustration but turned around only to find no trace of the two old men.
"Damn it! Those two old buddies tricked me." The Left Guard stomped his foot angrily. "No way; I have to get those slots back."
With that, he rushed toward the Hummer Dragon he had driven over, leaving behind the panting soldiers who were accepting their punishment.
Now it felt like a journey of twenty-five thousand miles instead of just a hundred meters. Each step was difficult to lift and slow to place. (To be continued)
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