Apocalyptic Extraordinary Convoy, I'm really not weird!

"After playing for so long, you should have accumulated quite a bit of resources by now, right?"

He walked over to Wu Feng and nudged his arm:

"Should the bracelet turn itself, or do I have to do it?"

Wu Feng gritted his teeth and remained silent.

The bald, burly man wasn't annoyed. He squatted down, pulled a dagger from his boot, and patted Wu Feng's face.

"Kid, I'm not a patient person."

"If you don't turn the star within three seconds, I'll cripple one of your hands."

Wu Feng stared at him, not uttering a single word. "One."

Wu Feng remained motionless.

"two."

Wu Feng remained motionless.

A fierce glint flashed in the bald, burly man's eyes, and he raised his dagger high—

"three--"

"etc."

Chen Shou's voice came from behind, hoarse and tired.

The bald, burly man turned his head and looked at him.

Chen Shou struggled to lift his head and look at the bald, burly man:

"I'll give it to you. Let them go."

The bald, muscular man laughed:

"That's right."

He stood up, walked to Chen Shou, and squatted down:

"Spin it."

Chen Shou raised his wrist, and the bracelet lit up, displaying a fluctuating number... twenty stars.

This was what he had painstakingly saved up.

It took countless hunts and near-death experiences to accumulate these twenty stars.

Adding the five I got from killing that bald guy, I have a total of twenty-five.

He gritted his teeth, activated the Star-Turning Technique, and twenty-five stars transformed into streams of light, flying into the bald, muscular man's wristband.

The bald, burly man glanced down and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad. Anything else?"

Chen Shou stared at him:

"I'm gone."

The bald, burly man stood up and walked towards Wu Feng:

"It's your turn."

Wu Feng stared intently at him, and finally raised his wrist... Twenty-three stars.

These are the sixteen he had saved up before, plus the seven he just got, for a total of twenty-three.

All twenty-three stars have been transferred out.

Then it was Wang Kui's turn. He had saved up fourteen before, and with the five he had just received, he had a total of nineteen.

Old Zhao had saved up twelve before, and with the three he just got, he has a total of fifteen.

Lin Wei, she had saved up thirteen, and even though she didn't kill anyone just now, she still has thirteen.

Finally, there was Li Xiaowei. She was brought in before she had a chance to participate in the battle, but she had already collected twelve.

After collecting all the stars from everyone, the bald, burly man looked down at the 102 extra stars in his bracelet and grinned from ear to ear.

"Damn, this trip was totally worth it!"

The people behind him also came over, looking at the stars they had been assigned to on their wristbands, and they all beamed with joy.

"Boss, these guys are got some serious fat on them!"

"Of course, anyone who's survived this long must have some supplies on them."

"What's next? Kill them?"

The bald, burly man didn't rush to answer. His gaze swept over the group of people, finally settling on Lin Wei and Li Xiaowei.

Lin Wei was curled up on the ground, her clothes soaked in blood and clinging tightly to her body.

Her face was deathly pale, and her lips were bloodless, but her features were still delicate.

Li Xiaowei lay on the side, blood at the corner of her mouth, her clothes torn open during the struggle, revealing her fair shoulders.

The bald, muscular man narrowed his eyes.

He walked over, squatted down next to Lin Wei, reached out and pinched her chin, turning her face towards him.

Lin Wei tried to dodge, but he held her tightly, making it impossible for her to move.

"She's good-looking."

The bald, burly man grinned.

He released his grip, stood up, and looked at Li Xiaowei.

Li Xiaowei huddled up in a ball, trembling all over, not even daring to look up at him.

"This one is good too."

The men behind him exchanged glances, their faces showing knowing smiles.

A man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like cheeks approached:

"Boss, what do you mean...?"

The bald, burly man glanced at him:

"What? You have a problem with that?"

"No, no, no!"

The man with the pointed beak quickly waved his hand.

"What I mean is, boss, since you've had the first taste, you should let the brothers pick up the scraps and have some fun too."

The others laughed too, their laughter filled with lewdness.

Chen Shou's eyes widened instantly. He struggled to get up, but someone stepped on his back and forced him back to the ground. He could only roar in anger:

"You fucking dare—"

The bald, burly man turned around, glanced at him, and smiled.

"What wouldn't I dare to do?"

He walked back to Lin Wei's side, squatted down, and reached out to grab her collar.

Lin Wei trembled, looked up at him, her eyes filled with fear, anger, and despair.

"Don't touch her..."

A faint voice rang out.

The bald, burly man turned his head to look at the source of the voice; it was Li Xiaowei.

She lay on the ground, head raised, eyes red, staring intently at him.

"Don't touch her..."

She repeated it again, her voice trembling, but she spoke each word clearly and deliberately.

The bald, burly man paused for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Wow, this little girl has quite a bit of backbone."

He stood up, walked over to Li Xiaowei, grabbed her hair, and lifted her off the ground.

Li Xiaowei screamed and instinctively tried to grab his hands, but she couldn't break free at all.

"Since you're so protective of her, I'll start by taking care of you."

He ripped hard, tearing a hole in Li Xiaowei's clothes and revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Li Xiaowei screamed and struggled desperately, but was held down firmly by the bald, burly man.

"Let her go!"

Lin Wei struggled to get up, but was pressed to the ground by the two men.

Wu Feng gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, but he couldn't move.

Wang Kui roared, only to be punched in the face.

Old Zhao lay in the corner, his eyes bloodshot, but he couldn't even get up.

Chen Shou was being stepped on, his face pressed against the cold ground, his fingernails digging into the cracks in the tiles until they bled.

"brute……

You beasts…

The bald, burly man ignored him, one hand pressing down on Li Xiaowei, the other already grabbing her waistband—

"Bang!"

The toilet door suddenly flew in.

Yes, it flew in.

The entire door detached from the frame and crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Everyone was stunned.

A figure slowly walked in through the dust.

Su Ye stood at the door, his gaze sweeping over the scene inside the restroom.

Chen Shou, Wu Feng, Wang Kui, Old Zhao Tou, and Lin Wei lay on the ground, all covered in blood and trampled underfoot.

In the corner, a bald, burly man held Li Xiaowei down; her clothes were torn, and her face was covered in tears.

Su Ye's eyes narrowed slightly.

At that moment, something inside him was boiling.

The bald, burly man was the first to react. He released Li Xiaowei, stood up, and walked towards Su Ye, carrying the iron pipe.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Before he could finish speaking, Su Ye had already moved.

His speed was astonishing; he covered the five-meter distance in the blink of an eye.

The bald, burly man only had time to lift the iron pipe before Su Ye grabbed his wrist with one hand and choked his neck with the other.

"Click."

The sound of bones breaking is crisp and piercing.

The bald, burly man's eyes widened in disbelief, and his body slumped down, the iron pipe falling to the ground and rolling a long way away.

The remaining four people were stunned.

one second.

two seconds.

"Damn it! Kill him!"

The man with the pointed beak was the first to react, grabbing his weapon and rushing forward.

Su Ye did not back down.