Doomsday Sequence Convoy: I can upgrade supplies

Chapter 161 Chu Sheng's True Colors! The Evil Fleet
Anyone who knows the price of the Eternal Flame will be less wary of him than others when they see him possessing it.

Chu Sheng is simply a great, glorious, and righteous figure!

Don't let my cunning, cold-heartedness, heartlessness, or inhumanity fool you; I am actually a good person.

As Chu Sheng pondered, his gaze fell upon Poyang Lake, where he could see four or five small black dots seven or eight hundred meters away through the thin mist.

What was originally a tiny dot rapidly magnified in his eyes, and even through the mist, he could still see a blurry black shadow.

There were five ships.

Each ship was larger than the one Zhu Qing used to merge the van yesterday.

Chu Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the figures moving on the ship, feeling a strange sensation.

He always felt that these figures were not right.

"They're here!" Chu Sheng said to the people behind him.

Upon hearing his words, Hui, who had been pondering how he could possess the Eternal Flame, immediately put that question out of his mind.

He walked up to Chu Sheng and looked out at the lake, but he saw nothing.

However, he believed in Chu Sheng. Chu Sheng, who was able to fuse sacrificial offerings, possessed sacrificial offerings and methods that far surpassed theirs.

Especially his eyes, which clearly belonged to a sacrificial offering; it's normal for him to be able to see things that humans can't.

"How far are they?"

"They don't seem to have spotted us after we've been at a distance of about 600 meters," Chu Sheng said, somewhat puzzled.

As the ship drew closer, the view, previously obscured by the mist, became clearer.

On each of the five ships stood a person, and below them knelt more than thirty people.

There were men and women among them, but none of them were elderly, weak, sick, or disabled.

"Listen up, all of you! Your goal for getting ashore this time is fifty kilograms of food. If we don't find enough food, I'll throw you all into the power generator to generate electricity!"

A woman with a lip piercing and a leather whip was standing on the head of a emaciated man who was lying on the ground facing the kneeling crowd. After saying this, she lashed the man's back with the whip.

"Snapped!"

The man's back was covered in fleshy scars, a sight that sent chills down one's spine. The moment the whip touched the man's back, the skin was torn open, the scars were ripped open, and bright red blood flowed out.

"Ah!!" The man couldn't help but cry out in pain, but he quickly realized what was happening and covered his mouth.

But it was too late. The woman with the whip glanced down at him, a look of disgust flashing in her eyes, and lashed out with the whip again.

"You worthless wretch!"

"If you dare to dirty my ears with your voice again, I'll whip you!" With that, she lashed out with the whip again.

The two lashes left two more gaping wounds on his back.

With just three lashes, the man lying on the ground was already on the verge of death.

Seeing this, the woman with the whip put it away, but seemingly still not satisfied, she pressed her foot on his head slightly harder, rubbing his head against the deck a few times.

The man, who was already on the verge of death, was now even more critically injured, but he still endured the pain and dared not make a sound.

"Hmph!" The woman with the whip coiled it into a circle and held it in her hand. "You worthless wretch!"

As she spoke, she spat on the man's face.

This scene was witnessed by the twenty-four people kneeling on the deck, but they did not react at all, their eyes showing only indifference.

They have become numb.

The woman with the whip looked at the person kneeling at the front, raised her head, and said arrogantly, "Let's treat him."

"If you die, you'll stop playing."

"Be good!" Kneeling at the front was a young man who crawled on the ground in front of the man, holding a green peace pendant in his hand.

As he made contact with the man, a green light emerged from the safety pendant, and a green fluorescence appeared on the wounds where the man had been whipped.

In just three seconds, the man's wounds disappeared.

However, two new scars appeared at the site of the original wound.

The man recovered, while the young man knelt on the ground trembling, as if he had felt the extreme cold, and goosebumps rose all over his body.

Before long, ice crystals appeared on the young man's eyebrows and hair.

The woman with the whip watched the whole thing without reacting in the slightest.

To her, everyone on the ship was her slave, and she could do whatever she wanted with them.

“Well done. You don’t need to gather food. Come to my room and serve me.” The woman with the whip stepped forward, looked at the young man whose hair and eyebrows were covered in ice crystals, bent down and lifted his chin with her index finger.

"Hehe, if you can satisfy me, I'll make you my head butler."

As the woman with the whip spoke, she straightened up and kicked the man lying on the ground away.

"Get to your room and stop getting in my way!"

"You good-for-nothing, I'm going to reward you with a new kind of fun today! I'll tie you up and make you watch me sleep with other people!"

"Weren't you supposed to be pretty awesome before the apocalypse, Brother Long? Hahaha, what a load of bull, Brother Long!"

The woman with the whip spoke with a playful tone.

The man being whipped, also known as Brother Long, simply lowered his head and remained silent.

Just as she was speaking, a man from a boat about three or four meters away from them said, "Gather more food; we may have to stay on the water for a while."

Hearing this, the woman with the whip turned her head and looked over. "I understand." Chu Sheng saw all of this. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he could guess some of their situation just by looking at them.

At this moment, the fleet slowly appeared within 300 meters of the dock.

Hui and his team were finally able to see them.

"What's their situation?" An Xi asked Chu Sheng, holding the black jade bone spear.

"I'm not sure, all I saw was a woman whipping the people on the deck."

"Everyone else knelt on the ground."

As he spoke, he looked at Captain Hui and said, "You should know about this kind of thing."

Upon hearing this, Hui picked up where he left off and said, "The other side has five Sequence Ability Users, one per ship, and there are more than 130 survivors."

"However, their fleet was based on slavery."

"Although I didn't count those sequence ability users, I could roughly figure out their personalities by deducing from the survivors."

"In general," Hui paused, glancing at Chu Sheng, "they're a bit evil."

"However, those survivors are unaware of their sequence abilities, which is why I told you not to act rashly."

"After all, they also have a few sacrificial items. It would be a bit dangerous to act rashly without knowing the other party's abilities."

"So let's make contact with them and see if we can exchange diaries, and then we'll leave here."

An Xi and Zhu Qing can handle two monsters at once, and with Chu Sheng and Lu Guan, they can even handle three Sequence 8 monsters at once.

But dealing with sequence ability users is different.

Even if the opponent is a Sequence 9, it's easy to lose if you don't know what abilities they possess.

Take Old Man Li for example. Nobody knows what rank he is or what he is, and he has no combat power, but nobody dares to underestimate him.

Who knows what he's hiding?

Therefore, avoid taking action if possible.

Unlike the previous few Sequence Ability Users, this one was designed to kill them from the start.

Hearing Hui's words, Chu Sheng disagreed, "Since they are evil, I think it's better to strike first!"

"People who enslave other survivors for their own selfish gain are no longer human!"

"They have seriously jeopardized the continuation of human civilization! If everyone acted like them, would humanity still be saved?!"

Chu Sheng spoke with righteous indignation, his face beaming.

"I have always fought for the continuation of human civilization and will never tolerate these insects!"

Xingzi's eyes sparkled as she looked at Chu Sheng; this was the man she had her eye on!
Looking at him, Hui said quietly, "They have an explosive sacrificial object. According to my calculations, the blast radius can cover a hundred meters."

Chu Sheng was taken aback when he heard this. He glanced at Xingzi, who was looking at him with sparkling eyes, and then at An Xi, who had a playful expression on her face. He coughed twice.

"Of course, but then again, things haven't gotten to that point yet."

"There aren't many humans left to begin with. Although they are evil, at least they still have some people with them."

“If we kill them, we don’t have enough cars for those people to drive. If they have to walk, they will most likely die on the road.”

"I think we should just leave them like this. At least they're still alive. We can come back when we find the City of Dawn. That way, we can still do our part for the continuation of humanity."

Two completely different perspectives, but Chu Sheng readily elevates them to the level of human civilization.

Xingzi's love-struck mind kicked in, and even though Chu Sheng's two statements were somewhat contradictory, she still looked at him with sparkling eyes.

"Brother Chu Sheng is right!"

Unconditional support!

Chu Sheng looked somewhat gratified; she was indeed the person he had brought back.

An Xi scoffed.

She now strongly suspects that Chu Sheng only possesses a lighter, which is why he has the Eternal Flame.

Arrogant at first and respectful later, it’s really laughable to think about it!

As they were talking, the people on the ship also saw them.

The woman with the whip jumped directly onto another boat, and the others followed suit.

Five people, three women and two men.

A somewhat thin-looking young man, a chubby man in his thirties, a woman about 1.5 meters tall with round-framed glasses and a typical Fu Shou'er appearance, and a woman in her early thirties who looked very honest.

The four men, along with the woman with the whip, gathered together.

"We're almost at shore, and we've encountered a convoy. What should we do?"

The woman with the whip looked at the other four.

“Let’s try to make contact. There’s no need to fight. They don’t seem like easy targets.” A golden light gleamed in the skinny boy’s eyes. “They have eight sequence transcendents.”

"There's one person in particular whose eyes I feel like they're being irritated just looking at him."

The skinny boy shook his head. "We probably can't beat them."

"But judging from their appearance, they don't seem to want to fight us."

"Should we try inviting them to join us?" The woman with the whip also looked at the crowd on the shore.

(End of this chapter)