Published: February 10, 2025
A loud rumble echoed as a convoy approached from the distance.
At the front were eight heavily modified motorcycles, resembling those from the "Killing City," with all-black bodies and riders clad in shiny black leather armor, looking incredibly impressive.
Behind these eight bikes was a gigantic golden RV, its color not signifying status but rather painted that way, shining under the sunlight, almost resembling a golden-grade piece of equipment.
Trailing behind the RV were another eight sci-fi styled motorcycles, and even further back were ten ruggedly modified off-road vehicles.
In the lawless apocalypse, this convoy recklessly sped along the ground.
Neither Ye Zhongming nor the two leaders of the avoidance action team behind him were particularly talkative. When they saw this eye-catching convoy approaching, they simply stood there waiting. Given their rank and status, it was not unreasonable for such a convoy to pick them up.
Then… they watched the convoy rush past them, howling into the distance.
One could not deny that at that moment, the hearts of the three were in a state of chaos.
Such a convoy was not here to pick them up?
Ye Zhongming awkwardly touched his nose, feeling that things were not going as he had anticipated.
The two members of the action team maintained their usual silence, standing behind Ye Zhongming without a word.
However, when they finally saw a vehicle approaching to pick them up, their expressions could no longer be held back. Gao Yi remained calm, while Lin Xiangxue’s face clearly showed anger; if one looked closely, they could even see the sparks of flames in her eyes.
The vehicle coming towards them was… an electric bike.
The type commonly seen during peacetime, often used by property management in communities, it could squeeze in four people… an open electric bike.
“Here to attend the feast?”
A lazy and somewhat impatient voice came from the electric bike driver, a young man who yawned and looked them up and down. Although he said nothing further, his expression revealed his disdain for Ye Zhongming and the others.
In the apocalypse, how do you judge a person's power? The most direct way is through their equipment.
Someone dressed in green or blue-grade gear was definitely stronger than someone in gray or white gear.
But Ye Zhongming and his companions? The big guy was in a full suit of steel armor, looking impressive, but if this were before, such a suit would cost hundreds of thousands—definitely a toy for the rich. But now? Without a rank, it was useless! Even a slightly stronger second-level mutated life could probably puncture it, and wearing it provided no defense; it was too heavy to run away in.
The woman was clean and pretty, but still wore a white robe with no grade, and the short staff in her hand… was it a toy? What use was that? Even if it was considered equipment, it was acceptable in the early apocalypse, but now it was outdated.
As for the young man in front, that was even more ridiculous; he was in casual wear, hands empty, with a bulging backpack that looked like it was filled with junk—probably containing green-furred meat? Water mixed with impurities?
This person secretly shook his head, thinking they were here for camping.
Without waiting for the three to respond, he gestured backwards and said, “Get on, I’ll take you to check in.”
After the three climbed on, the young man drove the electric bike leisurely towards the large lake.
Ye Zhongming felt puzzled. Logically speaking, those who qualified to attend the Brightwater Feast should be notable powers, and it shouldn’t be this one person coming to greet them. Even if they didn’t care about Cloud Summit’s current strength and status, considering the previous transactions, they should have sent a manager to accompany them.
But everything seemed to differ greatly from his expectations.
Ye Zhongming couldn’t help but think of the evolver who had secretly entered Waterfall Stronghold before. Had something changed?