Translator: AnubisTL
Today, they had a crucial task to accomplish.
Chen Jiang and his companion paid no further attention to the kill leaderboard announcements. After all, it had little relevance to them.
The mechanical race had utterly dominated the top three positions on the leaderboard, slaughtering thousands of opponents in a single day.
Undoubtedly, they were wielding weapons of mass destruction. Yet the pair hadn't heard a single sound, suggesting their area wasn't the main battlefield.
As for the mechanical race's overwhelming lead, it was hardly surprising.
The Ten Thousand Races Arena was essentially their home turf, with other races having been teleported to this world. Only the mechanical race maintained a structured civilization.
Their performance was expected, perhaps even slightly underwhelming.
Soon, Chen Jiang and his companion had stealthily infiltrated deeper into the wasteland.
They confirmed that the ruin field arena master was indeed sending subordinates to collect semi-scrapped items—a favorable development for them.
At least it meant the arena master hadn't yet discovered their true identities.
If he had, there would be no need to send subordinates to collect semi-scrapped items.
The two exchanged glances, their hearts settling slightly.
They quietly slipped away from the wasteland without attracting anyone's attention.
This time, they were driving Ma Zi's custom-built off-road vehicle, reinforced with plate armor.
"Not bad," Scar Dog grinned, his lips curling upward. "Finally, we have our own ride. Though the lack of air conditioning will make things a bit uncomfortable."
The off-road vehicle looked filthy, as if it hadn't been washed in days. The bumper was scarred and rusted. A crude layer of plate armor had been welded around the exterior, and the cockpit glass was protected by a steel mesh, offering decent protection against stray bullets.
However, it likely wouldn't withstand heavy machine gun fire or rocket attacks.
Chen Jiang climbed into the driver's seat, pulled an energy block from his pocket, and inserted it into the square compartment beneath the grip.
Immediately, small lights on the dashboard flickered to life.
"Tsk," Chen Jiang shook his head with a wry smile, placing his rifle on the dashboard. He then slammed the vehicle into reverse, spun around, and accelerated toward the main gate of the wasteland.
Dust billowed behind them as waves of scorching heat washed over the vehicle.
"Ooh-hoo-hoo!" Scar Dog leaned out the window, pounding on the door and laughing wildly at the desolate wilderness stretching before them.
Soon, they arrived at the main gate of the wasteland arena.
The familiar security guard was still there, but this time he kept his mouth shut. He merely glanced curiously at the somewhat dilapidated off-road vehicle before letting them in.
Chen Jiang didn't say a word either. He drove straight to the arena master's office.
Grabbing the rifle from the dashboard, he pulled the handbrake and hopped out of the vehicle.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw the arena master emerge from his office with a broad smile, walking toward Chen Jiang with a cheerful greeting: "Brother, you've kept me waiting!"
"The 5,000 semi-scrapped items are all ready!"
"They're all here."
"I had my men working all night to gather them."
"Cash on delivery, right? The Cold Wolf Gang wouldn't try to cheat me, would they?"
The arena master's smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he stared at Chen Jiang, his gaze casually sweeping over the heavy machine guns positioned around the office before glancing down at his wristwatch.
"This old man's memory isn't what it used to be."
Chen Jiang calmly surveyed the four heavy machine guns, saying nothing.
The threat was clear: the wristwatch was a remote control device to activate the heavy machine guns.
"Of course."
He glanced around, paused, then chuckled softly. "At least let us see the goods first. Once we've inspected them, we'll pay immediately. We never break our word."
"You can ask around about my reputation. I never go back on my word."
"Very well."
The slightly overweight arena master clapped his hands, his jowly face shaking with laughter. "Of course, of course."
"You lot, come with me and show the boss the goods in the back."
"Yes, sir."
"Young man, we've prepared the items, but this SUV of yours..." The arena master narrowed his eyes, glancing at the scarred vehicle before tentatively adding, "It doesn't look like it can hold 5,000 semi-scrapped items."
"This doesn't sound like a sincere offer to trade."
"Are you done asking questions?" Chen Jiang's face turned icy, his voice tinged with impatience. "Semi-scrapped items are practically worthless. We're bringing you money, not begging you to trade with us."
"City 18 has more than just your wasteland arena."
"The Cold Wolf Gang has a few space items."
The arena master paused, momentarily taken aback by the sudden shift in tone from the seemingly affable young man before him. He hesitated, unsure whether to press further.
Forcing a chuckle, he smoothed things over with self-deprecating humor. "With a mind like mine, I completely forgot that the Cold Wolf Gang would have no trouble acquiring space items."
"Alright, alright, I'll take you to see them right away."
Soon, led by the arena master and six fully armed security guards, Chen Jiang's group walked a short distance to a mountain-like pile of semi-scrapped items.
The exact number was neatly stacked in a newly cleared area.
"Want to count them?"
"No need."
Chen Jiang gazed at the mountain of semi-scrapped items with satisfaction, already envisioning his repeatedly enhanced turret within the pile.
He glanced at the six cold-faced, gun-wielding security guards standing behind the arena master.
Leaning close to the arena master, he whispered,
"Could you ask your guards to step back a bit and turn their backs to us?"
"You know... the fewer people who know about this, the better."
"Hahahaha!"
Seeing Chen Jiang's smooth smile, the arena master chuckled in agreement, nodding with a knowing look. "Don't worry, brother. I understand completely." He waved his hand, issuing the order.
The six guards promptly stepped back ten paces and turned their backs.
"You." Chen Jiang turned calmly to Scar Dog. "You should step aside too."
"Yes, sir." Scar Dog nodded and moved behind the guards.
The arena master glanced at Scar Dog's retreating figure, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "You're thorough, brother. Even your own man has to leave?"
"Honestly, it's just about skimming a little kickback. No need to be so tense."
"I know the Cold Wolf Gang well. Every low-level member takes a cut—it's normal."
"Just go through the motions to save face for everyone."
(End of the Chapter)
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