Chapter 8: A Perilous Game for Supplies

Night descended like a vast black curtain, shrouding the shattered world below. In the distance, the roar of engines grew louder, approaching like the footsteps of death itself, sending chills through every nerve.

Chu Feng stood at the entrance of the base, the cold glint of his short blade catching the faint light. The arrival of the Black Skulls cast another shadow over the already tense atmosphere.

After a brief discussion, Chu Feng made a bold decision—to participate in the supply raid.

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight broke free from the horizon, Chu Feng led his small team to the designated location—a colossal, abandoned warehouse surrounded by scattered, battered shipping containers, resembling snarling beasts with bared fangs.

Factions from all corners had gathered there, bustling and noisy, their clamorous voices merging into an overwhelming roar. The air was thick with the acrid scent of gunpowder, as if a great battle was imminent.

Chu Feng’s gaze swept over the crowd—ranging from fierce brutes to cold-eyed loners—each radiating a suffocating aura of oppression.

Pan Yue trailed closely behind Chu Feng, her brows furrowed tightly. She could sense the malice and murderous intent swirling around them. Silently, she clenched her fists, her nails digging deep into her palms.

Liu Yong adjusted his gear in silence. His deep, tranquil eyes resembled a bottomless lake, harboring a latent power ready to erupt.

Sun Yue glanced nervously around, his lively eyes filled with wariness and unease.

Suddenly, a commotion stirred within the crowd.

Several burly men clad in black leather jackets emblazoned with skull emblems strode in arrogantly. Their eyes blazed with arrogance, dismissing everyone else as beneath them.

A bald, muscular man pushed Sun Yue roughly, snarling, “Hey kid, what are you staring at? Haven’t you seen the Black Skulls before?” Sun Yue staggered from the sudden shove, nearly falling.

Though usually clever, he felt intimidated by such ruthless bullies.

“What do you think you’re doing!” Pan Yue shouted angrily, stepping forward to confront them.

But Chu Feng raised a hand to stop her.

He calmly approached Sun Yue, helping him to his feet, then lifted his gaze—sharp as a blade—piercing the bald man’s eyes.

“Some people always use brute force to hide their incompetence,” Chu Feng said quietly but firmly, his voice carrying an undeniable authority.

His unwavering determination was like a drawn sword, sending a chill down one’s spine.

“You’re asking for death, kid!” the bald man roared, swinging his fists aggressively.

Chu Feng did not flinch. A faint smile curved his lips, and a fierce fighting spirit ignited in his eyes.

He knew that some truths could only be proven by strength.

At that moment, a sharp whistle pierced the air, echoing throughout the warehouse, signaling the official start of the supply raid.

“The show begins…”

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