He deliberately gave the other party some pointers, a stark contrast to his previous attitude.
After thinking it over, Flower Scorpion replied, "Trying to prove we have a bad temper, reduce some bickering?"
A lazy voice sounded behind them, "Their convoy is driving close to the forest."
It was Qu Jianlei who had finished his practice and appeared behind the two.
That does make sense! Flower Scorpion nodded after thinking it over, "You two really know a lot."
Generally, when convoys are on the move, they tend to avoid potential threats; staying away from forests is one trick.
However, while people on the move understand this, those "being passed through" can quickly assess it, which requires a wealth of experience and sharp intuition.
Flower Scorpion is an Elite Level Hunter, but still quite young, lacking just a bit.
Bentley glanced at Qu Jianlei, "You don’t look like you’re seventeen or eighteen... why aren’t you sitting down?" For original chapters go to NoveI[F]ire.net
"There’ve already been gunshots, why would I still be sitting?" Qu Jianlei answered with a touch of frustration, "It was hard enough to find some sensation."
Bentley sensed his frustration, "Want to catch up and take them out?"
"Forget it, bullets cost money too," Qu Jianlei replied lazily, "Leave or wait?"
Bentley and Flower Scorpion exchanged a glance and answered in unison, "Wait!"
This heavy truck has excellent protection, even the fuel tank is safeguarded — after all, the truck owner is a half-baked Maintenance Master.
Bentley’s maintenance skills might be average, but they’re far better than the typical onboard repairman of an adventurer team.
Plus, with the heavy truck’s strong firepower, they’re really not afraid of the other party coming back.
"Alright then," Qu Jianlei nodded, turned, and left again, "Hope I won’t be disturbed again."
Flower Scorpion licked his lips, "If someone insists on delivering a windfall, I certainly wouldn’t mind."
Bentley didn’t think the two were overly audacious; he had been more daring than this many times before.
He just nodded slightly, "Seems like Black Heaven’s temper... isn’t too bad."
He wasn’t intentionally probing Qu Jianlei’s conduct; it was purely... an instinctive action.
Having mixed in the underworld for so long, many things become second nature unless you deliberately change.
After thinking it over, Flower Scorpion replied, "He sometimes can’t control his emotions... best not to anger him."
"Of course," Bentley laughed indifferently, "Knowing how to control emotions is already quite good."
He didn’t hide his admiration for Qu Jianlei, "Only the weak control their emotions, do the strong... need this?"
What they didn’t know was that the convoy didn’t go far after leaving.
After moving five or six kilometers, thinking they were out of the other’s sight, someone in the truck gave orders.
"Deploy folks on three motorbikes to pinpoint their location, report quickly if the other seems to escape."
But this lookout lasted until near evening — and that heavy truck had no movement at all.
"Seems they’re really not afraid of us tailing," a lookout murmured into the radio, "Guess they’re really not to be trifled with."
The logic was clear to everyone... if the other side was bluffing, they should have made a run for it.
The small leader in the truck sighed, "Forget it, call everyone back, let’s go."
This is the most genuine Wasteland, where profit overrides all hesitations, but bullying the weak and fearing the strong is the main theme.
Someone was unwilling, "They only have one truck, why not try hitting it?"
"Do you know they only have one truck?" a woman on the radio opposed.
"What we’re able to see might just be what they hope we see!"
The small leader in the truck spoke again, "Alright, if they’re really tough, attacking would lead to a loss."
When it comes down to it, any unfamiliar parties facing off will first calculate the economic costs.
(Second update, Master He Meng Wangyun Grass.)