Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Qin Yi sighed as her phoenix eyes turned cool.
She knew what was going on inside: the buying of women. It was extremely common in the apocalypse, as there were two extremes of women.
One type was those at the top, the female ability users that everyone chased after, and at the other end were extremely fragile women.
That’s right, women could be considered tools.
It was tragic, but as the weaker of the two genders, their lives were destined to be pitiful. If you aren’t an ability user, you could hope to have good parents and maybe your life would be slightly better.
Many bases looked clean, but in fact, many dirty things occurred behind the scenes.
That was the cruelty of the apocalypse, the brutality towards women.
Not only did Qin Yi feel helpless in this aspect, even Wang Wenwen felt helpless.
She knew what was going on inside. She had seen plenty of these scenes over the past few years as there were such women in Imperial Base. The only difference was that the women in Imperial Base were willing.
But such things occurred thousands and tens of thousands of times and they could not help in every situation. That was the way of the world and it made people feel helpless.
“Prince Charming, are we going in?” Wang Wenwen’s eyes were cool, none of their usual joy shing within.
“We are. We’re going in there to rest,” Qin Yi blinked her eyes, which held a reserved sharpness to them.
She knocked on the door and the wails inside got louder. An angry voice called out, “Who is it?”
“Big brother, we’re just passing and want to rest here.” Qin Yi lowered her voice to add, “Of course, we can hand over some crystal cores.”
It was suddenly silent inside. After a while, someone came and opened the door. It was a young hooligan with a skinny, yellowish face and weird eyes.
“Eh, it’s a big customer. Please come in,” the youth said with disdain apparent in his eyes.
Qin Yi and the group were too neat and clean. One look and he could tell that they were living well, but they looked extremely young. Even the oldest, Feng Qingge, looked to be around 20 years old, so the youth thought that Qin Yi’s group were green newbies. Of course, they were simply sheep in his eyes.
How could Qin Yi not see the youth’s intention? She congealed a ball of lightning on her fingertips, the beautiful purple light dazzling the young man’s eyes.
His expression immediately changed, turning pale white before she switched to flattery.
“I was blind, young master. Please, come in.”
Qin Yi did not wish to put on airs, but at times, strength and power could truly simplify matters.
Qin Yi’s group entered. Ze Ning followed behind Qin Yi and Little Rice Ball held onto Huang Yin’s hands, obediently walking in the center while looking around. Wang Wenwen and Feng Qingge rounded out the group, strolling along at the back.
The gas station was not small. Upon entering, countless people started whistling at them and winking eyes filled with disdain. They had the exact same expression and thoughts as the youth.
The youth’s face changed, and he immediately walked over to a yellow headed man, whispering something in his ear.
The yellow-haired man was stunned, his face changing as he immediately tried to curry favor with Qin Yi, “So young master is a lightning ability user? To think that I would meet a lightning ability user in my life.”