Killing 14 people meant... gaining 14 more vehicles.
Qi Xu pulled out his work ID. "Qiuqiu, give me a bulk price, and make it quick. It's almost 8, and I still have work to do."
Every single day, tasks just kept piling up.
Ever since Qiuqiu had that "highly illegal" idea pop into its mind last time, it couldn't hold back anymore...
But of course, it couldn’t say it outright. No worries—Boss Whirlwind would definitely understand.
So it boldly shouted, "5,000! Scrap collector, that’s the highest price! The highest, got it? The! Highest!!"
Qi Xu’s bad mood instantly vanished. Qiuqiu had really grown.
Among all these vehicles, only a few Level 5 ones could fetch a decent price. The rest, Level 4 and below, were practically worthless scrap.
There was even one pathetic Level 3 vehicle thrown in as filler.
"Deal, sold!"
The best thing about being a scrap collector was hitting the jackpot when luck was on your side.
"Qiuqiu, you’ve worked hard. Here’s 14 survival coins for you to play with."
Not only that, but Qi Xu also had Bian, Zhu Fu, Eggy Seven, and 009—all equipped with Qiuqiu’s AI intelligence—each give Qiuqiu a dozen or so survival coins, each with their own excuses.
Qiuqiu was over the moon. Who wouldn’t love a generous boss who could also help you "legally avoid taxes"?
Qi Xu knew the chat room was buzzing, but time was running out, and he didn’t have a moment to check. As long as no one was throwing a tantrum, it was fine. If anyone was, Bian would jot it down in his little notebook, and Qi Xu would deal with them after the tournament.
Qi Xu quickly fed the "trash" on the highway to the black mist by the roadside. The moment he finished cleaning up, he was teleported away.
The Cross-Zone Challenge had begun.
What a packed morning.
Not only had he held a meeting, but he’d also gone on a killing spree. And now, at 8 sharp, he was diving into the Cross-Zone Challenge. Qi Xu felt like crowning himself the ultimate time-management master!
Unlike the last Cross-Zone Challenge, today’s match had all participants separated on opposite sides of the arena, with the surrounding areas completely sealed off. They could see each other but couldn’t communicate or speak.
The whole point was to prevent any pre-battle strategizing. This drove Warwolf 006 absolutely mad.
On his side of the glass, he kept frantically waving at Old Seven and Old Nine. The two, however, maintained their composure, giving only a slight nod before falling silent, exuding an air of seasoned experts.
Warwolf 006 was so angry he rolled his eyes.
Qi Xu guessed that Qiuqiu had implemented countermeasures against his proposed cheating plan—after all, it didn’t want to risk getting reported.
Sure enough, Qiuqiu reiterated the rules.
"The Cross-Zone Challenge is about to begin. Let me repeat the rules: no intentional throwing of matches. If discovered, immediate elimination!"
"Wow! This arena looks seriously fancy today!"
Chinese Master Chef hugged his new shield tightly, excitedly looking around.
Qi Xu also took a moment to observe Ice Lamb and Happy Big Sis. Both were girls. Ice Lamb had a vibe similar to Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly—her features weren’t stunning, but her sharp angles gave her a bold, heroic air.
Happy Big Sis, on the other hand, had a far more striking presence.
The veins on her neck faintly protruded, her arm muscles bulged, and she casually gripped a pitch-black battle-axe. Her knuckles were pronounced, and her sun-kissed skin glistened with sweat. Every movement and glance radiated raw power.
Sensing Qi Xu’s gaze, Happy Big Sis turned awkwardly, forcing a stiff smile before quickly looking away...
Qi Xu walked over with a grin. "Hey, I’m Invincible Black Whirlwind. Nice to meet you both. Let’s give it our all today!"
The two stared at him in confusion, then inexplicably felt a little pleased. But since they were both introverted and reserved, they managed only a stiff self-introduction before lapsing back into silence.
Then Qiuqiu resumed its announcements.
"First up are three 1v1 matches. Contestants for the first round, please step forward."
[Zone 88, District 666 – Invincible Black Whirlwind VS Zone 122, District 273 – Warwolf 006]
"Go get ’em, Boss Whirlwind!"
"Boss, go hard on him! Crush Old Six right on the stage!"
"Yeah yeah, he doesn’t care about shame or face—he worships strength!"
"Alright, both of you shut it. You’re just blabbering nonsense—who knows if you’ve even got the right idea?"
Zhu Fu cut off the two Warwolves. That big, awkwardly waving gorilla on the other side didn’t seem anything like how they described him...
Qi Xu also found it strange, but while Eggy Seven was unreliable, 009 was trustworthy. If even 009 said so, 006 must have a track record.
So before stepping onto the stage, he revisited Old Nine’s advice: "Beat him into submission, make him cry. Otherwise, he won’t respect you, and things will get messy later..."
Warwolf 006 was rigid and serious, disliking any form of casualness—which was why he clashed most with Old Seven. No gentle approaches, no buddying up! Rules came first!
Thus, the moment Qi Xu stepped onto the stage, he wore a stern, murderous glare, his killing intent and bloodlust still fresh from his earlier 14 kills. The sheer intensity shattered Warwolf 006’s carefully prepared mental and emotional defenses.
Wait... My name’s a dead giveaway—don’t you realize I’m with Warwolf 007 and 009? Sure, Qiuqiu banned talking, but a little eye contact wouldn’t hurt...
You don’t hit your own people, right? Even if that unreliable 007 changed his name to Eggy Seven, our names are so similar—didn’t you ask around?
Warwolf 006 desperately wanted to be chosen...
Only after being separated from his team did he realize how much happier life had been with them. So many dungeons required teamwork, and every time, he ended up clashing with his temporary allies. Sure, he was the strongest, earning him the top rank in District 273.
But he had zero friends! In fact, he kept getting kicked from team dungeons.
This Cross-Zone Challenge almost didn’t happen because Warwolf 006 struggled to even fill out the roster. It took forever to scrape together enough names.
After returning, he simply posted the match lineup in the chat room... and had been getting flamed nonstop ever since.
Warwolf 006 had no clue which players were strong, and he couldn’t even remember most of their names. So he just filled in the slots with whoever was active in the chat and whose names he could recall.
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