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Liu Dawei pondered for a moment, hesitating before speaking to Wang Fugui. "That person is wearing full armor; a regular kitchen knife might not be able to harm him."
"Armor definitely has weaknesses," Wang Fugui replied. "For example, at the joints, there are always places that armor doesn't cover. When the time comes, you can use the kitchen knife to strike those spots. There's no way he won't be killed."
After listening to Wang Fugui's explanation, Liu Dawei nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. I'll gather my people, and we'll ambush him there first thing tomorrow morning."
The next morning, Liu Dawei arrived at Lu Xiaoran's safe house with two men from the Liu Family. All three of them were armed with knives, but these were not ordinary kitchen knives; they were boning knives.
These knives had blades that were narrower and finer than standard kitchen knives, making them sharper and more effective for cutting through the bones and sinews of pork. Liu Dawei had borrowed these boning knives from the village butcher the night before.
The reason for choosing these knives was to ensure they could quickly pierce through Lu Xiaoran's armor, allowing him no time to react before meeting his end.
The three members of the Liu Family gathered near the safe house, searching for the previously noted hair-thin crack in the door. They gripped their knives tightly, pressing their backs against the outer wall of the safe house while keeping a watchful eye on any movement through the crack.
Two hours passed, yet Lu Xiaoran still did not emerge from the safe house. The three men felt their legs growing numb from standing still for so long, and their hands gripping the knives began to stiffen.
Meanwhile, inside the safe house, Lu Xiaoran was sweating profusely as he ran on a treadmill. The treadmill beneath him had been replicated using his ability that very morning.
Lu Xiaoran realized that he had been too absorbed in gaming over the past few days, even neglecting his sleep schedule for several nights in a row. He knew this lifestyle couldn't continue; if he kept living like this, his health would deteriorate before long.
To maintain his well-being, he needed a regular routine and appropriate exercise. So that morning, he had replicated a treadmill and planned to start a disciplined workout regimen every day.
Even in an apocalyptic world, self-discipline was essential.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Lu Xiaoran continued running on the treadmill without pause. He had no intention of going outside that day; after all, the trash inside the safe house didn't need to be taken out daily—it could easily be stored for a few days before being disposed of all at once.
Outside, the three members of the Liu Family stood at the entrance of the safe house, having kept watch since dawn until dusk without catching even a glimpse of Lu Xiaoran.
"Daiwei, it's already dark. Shouldn't we head back?" One of them suggested.
A look of reluctance crossed Liu Dawei's face; after nearly ten hours of waiting here, his body was reaching its limits.
Sighing, Tian turned back and decided to come again tomorrow morning.
Seeing that Liu Dawei had agreed to leave, the other two men also stretched their stiff legs and awkwardly took a step forward, preparing to head towards the tent.
Suddenly, a cry of distress escaped Liu Dawei as he fell to the ground.
The other two men were startled, thinking that the person from the safe house had come out to ambush Liu Dawei. They hurriedly raised their knives in panic and turned around to check the situation at the safe house.
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