Chapter 1721: Chapter 1721
Chapter 1721: Chapter 749: Wealthy God Lin!
The group didn’t find any valuable intel in this plantation, or rather, they couldn’t recognize what might be the key to purifying this rule pollution.
Wu Shitong was feeling terrible. He was the oldest and his health was failing; even the pollution caused by taboo things was too much for him. If it had been God’s bones, he would have been radiated into a Dead Flesh Man by now.
“Pick a direction and scout ahead!”
Lin Baici had already made up his mind.
“Which direction should we go?”
Li Yintong knew they couldn’t just stay here indefinitely; they had to venture out eventually.
“I suggest we head this way!”
Luo Jiaming proposed.
Zhong Shuman, who respected this Below Dragon Level man’s opinion, inquired.
Luo Jiaming laughed heartily: “My sixth sense is pretty accurate!”
In truth, it wasn’t accurate at all. Luo Jiaming just wanted to make his own choice, so even if danger looms, he wouldn’t blame others.
After all, it was his own choice.
Zhong Shuman rolled her eyes.
“Ah, God Lin, you acted too swiftly. If we’d kept a captive, we’d know which way to go now!”
Luo Jiaming spoke with a hint of complaint.
Lin Baici ignored Luo Jiaming and made the decision.
The group turned to face the direction Lin Baici was indicating.
“What’s your reason?”
Huang Cheng asked earnestly as he scanned the surroundings but couldn’t find anything special about this direction!
“When those Black slaves scattered, although they ran chaotically, they eventually gathered towards this direction.”
The plantation around them was enclosed by cornfields, with corn stalks over two meters high resembling clusters of green chopsticks densely planted into the ground.
Even though the escaping Black slaves dashed into the fields, the swaying of the corn stalks allowed one to roughly discern their escape path.
Lin Baici had climbed onto the roof earlier and looked into the distance to confirm this.
Luo Jiaming nodded: “That’s a good line of thought!”
Huang Cheng wiped the sweat off his face with his jersey. The weather was far too hot.
“My Brother Lin is wise beyond compare!”
Li Yintong proudly rested her hands on her hips.
“Stop flattering me!”
Lin Baici was speechless.
“Although this kind of small detail isn’t high-end, being able to plan the next move during a gunfight with the Black slaves is indeed impressive!”
Zhong Shuman’s praise was much more pleasant than the Tai Mei’s.
Indeed, when the Black slaves swarmed toward them, everyone first thought of survival and how to deal with them, hardly considering the next steps.
Thinking amid gunfire and in a quiet library are worlds apart, vastly different.
“Grab food and weapons; let’s set off!”
After Lin Baici spoke, he started heading in the direction the Black slaves fled.
Li Yintong hurried to catch up.
“Why are you just standing there?”
Luo Jiaming turned around, swung his big hand, and lashed at the Qi Fentou ahead of him: “Go gather supplies quickly!”
Without Lin Baici’s instructions, Luo Jiaming, as a seasoned social figure, knew what needed to be done.
If these people were God Hunters, he might show some courtesy, but since they’re just amateur nobodies, sorry…
Work hard and shed your blood and sweat!
If he doesn’t squeeze them dry, he won’t be living up to his status.
Isn’t all of Luo Jiaming’s struggles in God’s ruins just for the sake of being superior?
“Why aren’t they doing it?”
Ma Xiaoyun murmured, full of complaint.
Clearly, they wanted her to be the laborer.
Luo Jiaming glared at the streamer: “What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything!”
Ma Xiaoyun denied it.
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Luo Jiaming wanted to set an example to intimidate.
In this temporary team, Lin Baici was a towering giant they couldn’t afford to provoke, and since he was on good terms with the Tai Mei, Luo Jiaming couldn’t offend him either. Being the third in command seemed right.
“Brother, she didn’t say anything!”
The photographer with the flamethrower toughened up a bit.
As he spoke to Luo Jiaming, his right index finger was on the trigger, although the gun was aimed at the ground, he was facing Luo Jiaming. Just raising the barrel would allow him to fire directly.
Luo Jiaming scrutinized the photographer: “Oh? You plan to kill me?”
The photographer shook his head, but in the next instant, like a hunting tiger, Luo Jiaming charged at the photographer with powerful strides, reaching him within a blink.
Luo Jiaming grabbed the gun with one hand and slapped the photographer’s face with the other.
The photographer spun from the blow and crashed to the ground like mud, then spat out a mix of saliva and teeth.
“Tch, I can’t mess with Lin Baici, but I can handle a few small amateurs like you?”
Luo Jiaming spat on the photographer’s face: “You think having a gun makes you a big shot?”
“Even if there were a hundred like you, I could kill you all barehanded!”
Luo Jiaming kicked the photographer, then glared fiercely at the others: “Now, who else doesn’t want to follow my orders?”
Everyone lowered their heads and hurriedly complied.
Wu Shitong didn’t procrastinate and went to gather supplies.
“Hey, you don’t need to!”
Luo Jiaming stopped him: “I’m giving God Lin face!”
Wu Shitong thanked him, but his heart felt desolate. He was Haijing’s richest man, a top ten tycoon nationally, yet he had to rely on Lin Baici’s connections to avoid suffering.