Chinese Master Chef was also confused—the red envelopes were calculated based on the exact number of people, and his girlfriend wasn’t even included.
Chief Beauty Officer: "I eat spicy food, but my girlfriend doesn’t. Thanks, Master Chef. No wonder you cook so much delicious food every day. I’ll help promote your dishes, and I’ll have my girlfriend DM you later to praise you too."
Chinese Master Chef felt a little upset. It’s not like I’m cooking for you all every day just to run a business—I already have more orders in the group chat than I can handle, okay?
But out of habit, his people-pleasing nature kicked in, and he didn’t feel like making a fuss. After all, it didn’t seem right to say anything harsh within the group.
Noticing that Wolf Warrior 009 hadn’t claimed his share yet, Chinese Master Chef sent his own portion of the large-plate chicken to him instead.
Qi Xu couldn’t take it anymore. This is my group—why should I hold back when I’m uncomfortable?
He directly @’ed Chief Beauty Officer.
Invincible Black Whirlwind: "Isn’t this a bit inappropriate? Master Chef sent out red envelopes matching our small group’s headcount. You took two portions—what’s the other person supposed to eat?"
Chinese Master Chef: "It’s fine, forget it. Brother Wolf Warrior probably hasn’t returned from the dungeon yet. I gave him my share—I still have other food here."
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Yeah, that’s not cool. The guy cooked, and now he’s left with nothing."
Bubbly Girl Guo Degang: "@Chief Beauty Officer"
Chief Beauty Officer: "Fine."
He immediately returned both portions of the large-plate chicken and then went silent, clearly in a bad mood.
Qi Xu didn’t indulge him either. He kicked him out of the group first, then had Qiuqiu flag "Chief Beauty Officer" for special monitoring. Any transactions he made or comments he posted in any group would now be highlighted in red.
At the first sign of trouble, Qi Xu planned to strike preemptively.
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Should’ve kicked him out ages ago. Dude’s got no brain except for his girlfriend, always trying to take advantage. Once he tried to trade me a vehicle upgrade fragment for a bottle of plum wine… I didn’t even bother responding."
Golden Bell Armor Iron Shirt: "So that promise about paying me back for the bulletproof undersuit later when he’s better off… that’s never happening, huh?"
As soon as he said that, Golden Bell Armor Iron Shirt sent another bulletproof undersuit to Watch Me Cut You Down, remembering how everyone had gifted him things when he first joined the group.
Watch Me Cut You Down: "Thanks, but I don’t need it, and I have no money. I’m cursed in this damn survival game—out of 10 chests I open daily, only one has anything inside.
If you all are sharing food or supplies, don’t count me in. I can’t give anything back to you."
Old White Dragon in the Waves: "Damn, that rough? Surviving till now must’ve been hell for you."
Retired Magic Boy: "Don’t worry, I’ve been there too. Luck can turn around anytime—don’t give up. If you need anything, just ask. We’ll help if we can."
Bubbly Girl Guo Degang: "Yeah, the guy we just kicked was way out of line. Always demanding double portions and talking like he got kicked in the head by a donkey."
Chinese Master Chef: "I’ve got tons of food here—what flavors do you like?"
Dongfang Yuan felt… strange. Everyone was genuinely so warm.
Qi Xu didn’t linger in the group chat and went to browse the trading hall instead.
"Qiuqiu, notify me if anyone’s selling Frostbloom."
Qiuqiu: "Roger!"
[A golden supply crate has appeared 100 meters ahead. Should we pull over to check?]
"Yes."
Qi Xu had just been thinking today might bring good loot luck when the golden crate appeared.
Outside, the rain was still pouring heavily, the downpour so thick it was hard to see any breaks between the drops. If not for his wide-brimmed hat, Qi Xu doubted he could even keep his eyes open.
He quickly put on his raincoat and slipped into the newly crafted rubber shoes. The shoes auto-adjusted to his foot size, soft as calfskin boots, with a comfortable step.
Those three plastic flowers were worth every penny.
Qi Xu strapped on his pink chainsaw, grabbed his pistol, and jumped out of the vehicle.
Playing it safe, he used the extended chainsaw pole to pry open the crate. But the moment a shadow emerged, he swiftly repositioned, identified the monster type, pinpointed its weak spot, and struck decisively.
The Green-Faced Hound was fast and agile, but its defenses were correspondingly weaker.
Following Dongfang Yuan’s advice, Qi Xu avoided unnecessary movements, conserving energy for maximum efficiency—aiming for a one-hit kill. If it didn’t work, no panic; just maintain optimal form.
It wasn’t that Qi Xu hadn’t known this before—he just had no choice but to go all out.
Back then, without enough protective gear or medical supplies, losing a fight meant death. So he’d rather expend extra effort to create a safer combat environment.
Now, with more resources, it was time to refine his approach for efficiency.
The rain was still heavy, making it hard to see.
Qi Xu blocked with the chainsaw while his right hand swiftly aimed and fired. A single bullet pierced the Green-Faced Hound’s abdomen, sending the mid-air monster crashing to the ground.
For good measure, Qi Xu put two more rounds into it before dragging the corpse back into the black mist.
After clearing the area, he checked the opened golden crate.
A quick glance confirmed decent loot, so he stashed everything into his backpack.
Vehicle Upgrade Fragments ×100, Batteries ×100, All-in-One Cleaning Robot (Sweep/Mop/Furniture Dusting) ×1, Thermostatic Cup ×1, Yangcheng Lake Hairy Crabs ×50, Moutai Liquor ×4, Green Onion Snacks ×10,000.
Qi Xu was pleased with the vehicle fragments and batteries. The rest… well, most of it was useless. The thermostatic cup could replace his current thermos.
As for the cleaning robot, it wasn’t as good as "Pitch Black, Make Me Pretty," so he listed it in the trading hall for vehicle upgrade fragments—24-hour auction, highest bidder wins.
Then he sent all the hairy crabs and green onion snacks to Chinese Master Chef.
Chinese Master Chef replied quickly:
"These crabs are fresh! But… Boss Whirlwind, why’d you send me so many snacks?"
Invincible Black Whirlwind: "What snacks?"
Chinese Master Chef: "These ‘Green Onion’ things. I don’t eat snacks—I’m trying to lose weight."
Qi Xu was baffled. What? What snacks?
He’d assumed "Green Onion ×10,000" meant 10,000 actual green onions—something Chinese Master Chef could always use for cooking.
Turns out it was some kind of snack, marketed as "the authentic taste of childhood memories."
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