Death Train: SSS-level talent right from the start!

"Hold!"

Zhu Peng cursed and then used his fist to hit her.

"Buzz—!"

The light shield remained motionless, but his fist was bounced back, making his entire arm go numb.

"Don't bother, this is about kill priority looting. Whoever kills the monster has priority looting. That's how it was when we got equipment before."

Jiang Ning's voice came from behind. He walked to the light shield, squatted down, and reached out to test it.

They still couldn't get through.

Jiang Ning glanced at his system panel; his kill points hadn't increased.

He didn't kill him.

His brow furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed. This priority pick-up right only lasted for half an hour; after that, anyone could pick it up.

Jiang Ning stood up, turned around, and scanned everyone in the square with her eyes.

His fifteen A-level henchmen stood behind him, and Zhu Peng rubbed his numb arms.

Further away, those who had survived the barrier were still slumped at the edge of the square, some crying, some trembling, some bandaging their wounds, and no one dared to approach.

And Li Jiahao.

He was still leaning against that crooked roadside tree, his hands in his pockets.

Sun Kai squatted on the tree root, his eyes darting around, while Ma Wenbo stood to the side, his arms crossed over his chest.

These three were just there to watch the show; they didn't participate at all.

Then, Gu Qinghuan emerged from the fog, her steps neither hurried nor slow.

She walked to the light shield, squatted down, and reached out to test it.

They still couldn't get through.

Gu Qinghuan didn't smash it like Zhu Peng did, nor did she frown like Jiang Ning did.

She withdrew her hand, put her two fingers together, and gently hooked them together.

The three throwing knives flew out of the lizard-headed corpse, tracing three silver-white arcs in the air before landing steadily in her palm.

Jiang Ning's gaze lingered on her for two seconds. Judging from the intensity of those three throwing knives, this was definitely a top-tier talent.

"interesting."

Jiang Ning smiled slightly, a smile so gentle that it revealed no hostility.

His gaze shifted from Gu Qinghuan to the mist further away, where someone else lurked in the shadows.

The one who killed the lizard-headed man wasn't the girl who attacked him with a throwing knife, nor was it him. So who was it?

Jiang Ning glanced again at the three knives on the lizard's head.

Chopping bone knife, butcher's knife, short knife.

The three knives were neatly inserted into the lizard's forehead, demonstrating remarkable precision.

The three knives pierced the wound that Zhao Hai had hammered, precisely and completely, with the blades almost entirely embedded, leaving only the hilts exposed.

Is it Zhao Hai?

No, Zhao Hai used his fists, not a knife. Besides, given his condition just now, it was already a miracle he could even stand up.

Who is that?

Jiang Ning's gaze swept over the tall buildings around the square. The twilight and fog shrouded everything in a blurry light and shadow, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

Gu Qinghuan stood up.

She stopped looking at the book covered by the light shield and instead closed her eyes as if trying to sense something.

Five seconds later she opened her eyes, then turned and left.

Without looking at Jiang Ning, without looking at the book, without looking at anyone, the black figure quickly merged into the gray-white mist and disappeared.

Zhu Peng was stunned: "She...she just left like that?"

Jiang Ning didn't speak. He looked in the direction where Gu Qinghuan disappeared, his brows furrowing slightly.

He doesn't understand.

This woman's attack power surpassed his; her throwing knives could slice through the scales of a lizard's head, and her object manipulation was so precise that she could control three throwing knives simultaneously to attack from different angles.

If she stayed and waited for half an hour until the kill priority looting right disappeared, she would have a real chance to snatch that book.

Why did she leave?

What did she discover?

Jiang Ning's gaze returned to the book that was covered by the light shield.

He then turned to Zhu Peng and said, "Go and take a few men to search the area around the square and see if there are any other people there."

Zhu Peng nodded and led the group to disperse around the square.

Jiang Ning then looked at the others and said, "You guys, guard this book. If anyone gets close, shoot them."

"Yes, Brother Ning."

The remaining A-level underlings stood in a circle around the light shield, facing outwards, weapons in hand, like a pack of loyal hunting dogs.

Jiang Ning then turned around and looked in Zhao Hai's direction.

Zhao Hai had already stood up.

He leaned against a crooked lamppost at the edge of the square, blood still seeping from the wound on his right shoulder, his clothes torn in several places, and his whole body covered in bruises and wounds.

Jiang Ning walked up to him and stopped.

The two people were about two meters apart.

"Zhao, are you also interested in these dropped items?"

Jiang Ning spoke casually, as if asking a friend if they wanted to have dinner together.

Zhao Hai glanced at him, then at the book covered by the light shield, and forced a smile: "No, I don't have the strength to fight you for it right now. I won't blame you for scheming against me."

Jiang Ning's expression changed slightly.

He originally thought Zhao Hai would be furious, would rush up and question him about why he locked people in the barrier as cannon fodder, and would use his fists, which could crack the scales of a lizard's head, to attack him.

But Zhao Hai did not.

Zhao Hai remained calm.

He was so calm, unlike someone who had just been tricked.

"I just want to ask you one question," Zhao Hai said, looking Jiang Ning in the eye. "Do you still stand by what you said? I helped you kill the lizard head, and the loot is now yours. What about your promise?"

Jiang Ning remained silent for two seconds.

He glanced at the Gale Crossbow in his hand, then at the book inside the light shield; it must be a skill book.

"I keep my word, this crossbow is yours."

Jiang Ning handed the Swift Wind Crossbow to Zhao Hai.

Zhao Hai reached out and took the Swift Wind Crossbow. The crossbow was cold to the touch and felt heavy in his hand.

"Don't blame me, it's a survival game, so naturally I prioritize my team's interests. If you'd like, you can join my team. I'm quite friendly to my own people."

Jiang Ning's tone softened slightly, as if she were explaining or trying to win him over.

After storing the Gale Crossbow in his warehouse storage space, Zhao Hai glanced at Jiang Ning, then at the three knives on the lizard's head.

He found all three knives in the supermarket, so he naturally recognized them.

"No need, I don't want to be tricked to death by you."

After Zhao Hai finished speaking, he turned and left.

Instead of meeting up with Chen Ye, he turned into a small alley and slid down to sit against the wall.

In less than a day, Zhao Hai's mind had completely changed.

He knew he couldn't possibly retrieve the fallen book, and he also knew that the lizard-headed man was killed by someone in his team.

However, they are not strong enough to compete with Jiang Ning's team right now. If things fall apart, he will get nothing. At least he got a weapon now.