Flower Scorpion is an elite level hunter, but after all, he is still young and is a little bit behind.

Bentley glanced at Qu Jianlei, "You don't look like seventeen or eighteen at all... Why aren't you sitting down?"

"The gunshots were fired, and I'm still sitting there?" Qu Jianlei replied with a hint of depression, "It took a lot of effort to find some feeling."

Bentley felt his frustration, "How about chasing them and killing them?"

"Forget it, bullets also cost money," Qu Jianlei replied lazily, "Should we leave or wait?"

Bentley and Hua Scorpion looked at each other and both replied, "Wait!"

The protection of this heavy-duty truck is excellent, even the fuel tank is protected - after all, the owner is a half-baked maintenance technician.

Bentley's maintenance level is indeed average, but it is much better than the average on-board repairman of the adventurer team.

In addition, the heavy truck's firepower output is very strong, so they are really not afraid of the other party coming back again.

"Okay," Qu Jianlei nodded, turned around and left again, "I hope you won't disturb me again."

Hua Scorpion licked his lips and said, "If someone wants to send some extra money, I definitely won't mind."

Bentley didn't think these two were daring. He had been daring more often than this.

He just nodded slightly, "It seems that Black Sky's temper... isn't that bad."

He did not intentionally test Qu Jianlei's behavior, but it was purely... a subconscious behavior.

After being around for a long time, many things have become natural unless you deliberately change them.

After thinking about it, Hua Scorpion replied, "He sometimes can't control his emotions... It's best not to anger him."

"Of course," Bentley smiled nonchalantly, "knowing how to control emotions is pretty good."

He did not hide his appreciation for Qu Jianlei, "Only the weak can control their emotions. The strong... do they need this?"

What they didn't know was that after the convoy left, it didn't go far.

After walking five or six kilometers, they thought they were out of each other's sight, and someone in the truck gave orders.

"Three motorcycle delivery personnel are positioned and waiting. If the other party wants to escape, report it immediately."

However, this wait lasted until almost dusk - and the heavy truck made no movement at all.

"It seems that we are really not afraid of our heights," one of the waiting staff muttered at the station, "I guess they are really not easy to mess with."

Everyone understands this logic...if the other party is just bluffing, they should run away.

The little boss in the truck sighed, "Forget it, pick up everyone and leave."

This is the most real wasteland. You will never hesitate to take advantage of your interests, but bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the main theme.

Some people were unwilling to give in and said, "The other party only has a truck like this, why don't you try to hit it?"

"Did you know they only have one truck?" A woman objected on the phone.

"What we can see may just be what the other party wants us to see!"

The little boss in the truck spoke again, "Okay, if you don't mess with me, you will lose money if you kill him."

After all, when two parties who are strangers to each other are fighting a war, they must first calculate the economic accounts.

(Second update, He Mengzhu Wang Yuncao.)
Chapter completed!