In five days, he will move away.
The ignorant wastelanders who are rejoicing over the good news of Lin Wang’s death will soon face an impending disaster, with no one spared.
Yang Bingzhong’s biggest secret will be completely buried.
The lives of the twenty thousand scavengers in Starfire Town and Ma Dafu’s aspirations will become stepping stones for his ascent to the next stage of life.
In short, nothing in Starfire Town matters anymore, and neither does Lin Wang.
He has no interest in giving up an exceptionally promising good dog for three dead ones.
Besides, Lin Wang, whom he had always guarded against, had already become restless due to his rapid rise in power, his ambition increasingly evident.
When he proposed a Second Level professional contract to Ren Zhong, it was originally a casual move to restrain Lin Wang, but unexpectedly, Ren Zhong resolutely chose to join Lin Wang’s team directly.
At the time, Yang Bingzhong seriously considered that at the right moment, he should intervene and forcibly poach people from Lin Wang.
Recently, the conflicts between Lin Wang and the other two professional teams, especially Tang Shuying’s, gradually spiraled out of control.
Yang Bingzhong, who was mediating the situation, could see it all clearly. Although he said nothing, he was quite displeased in his heart.
Lin Wang knew Tang Shuying was one of his playthings, yet he still gave no face at all.
Tang Shuying once swore on the office sofa that she hadn’t touched Lin Wang’s Ruined Beast, but Lin Wang was unreasonable.
Later, even when Tang Shuying made concessions and offered thirty thousand points, Lin Wang only slightly reduced his hostility.
Yang Bingzhong thought Lin Wang was no longer a well-behaved mad dog.
He hadn’t expected that before he could take action, the mad dog would take himself out.
With enough small talk, it’s time for the main event. Yang Bingzhong lightly cleared his throat and said slowly in a serious yet approachable tone, "Ren Zhong, you’re the only remaining member of Lin Wang’s team, and with Zheng Tian and a few others, you have the ability to hunt Level Four Ruined Beasts. Although you’re just a Third Level now, I have an idea."
Ren Zhong supported himself on the folding bed and sat up with difficulty. "Mm, Mr. Yang, please go ahead."
"This is a bit against the rules, but I see great potential in you. Ultimately, Starfire Resources needs to have three professional teams to be viable, so I plan to directly transfer Lin Wang’s professional team contract to you and offer you some favorable conditions. What do you think?"
Ren Zhong, overwhelmed with joy, showed a shocking expression. "What! Mr. Yang... this... this is too much! It’s already strange enough that I’m the only one who survived. The captain’s body has hardly gone cold, and if I take his contract, how will my colleagues see me?"
Yang Bingzhong squinted and smiled, "We’re leaving in a few days. Besides, the scavengers in Starfire Town are all as good as dead; why bother with their opinions? That’s why you’re not like Lin Wang. For a wastelander to live well, besides your boss—me—nothing else matters. You don’t even need to regard these people as people. Understand? A strong person who controls fate never needs to care about the opinions of the weak. This world only believes in strength, not reputation. Lin Wang’s reputation is terrible; look at the people downstairs, all of them wishing for Lin Wang’s quick death. But did Lin Wang actually die from their curses?"
Ren Zhong: "Ah, this... uh... I understand."
"Hahaha, it seems your awareness still needs some time to catch up. But I don’t blame you. You were born a Citizen, so it’s natural for you to be somewhat different from Lin Wang. Now, tell me, will you take this contract?"
Ren Zhong displayed a mix of excitement and anxiety and cautiously said, "Mr. Yang, I heard the captain say that the professional team has a very high daily hunting yield minimum. I... Although I can currently challenge Level Four Ruined Beasts, my hard strength is still slightly lacking. I’m afraid I can’t meet your expectations, Mr. Yang."
Yang Bingzhong stepped forward and lightly patted Ren Zhong’s shoulder, "Do I seem like an unreasonable person to you?"
"What’s your current daily increase in carrying power?"
"About 7 kilowatts per day."
"That’s quite a rise, much better than Lin Wang was at the Third Level back then. I see from your data that your current carrying power is over three hundred and thirty, right? Your parameters have skyrocketed by over a hundred kilowatts in ten days?"
Ren Zhong nodded, "Yes, I recovered from the injuries caused by the Dream Weaving Worm, unexpectedly turning misfortune into a blessing."
"According to normal rules, you will reach the minimum standards of the Fourth Level in three months."