Bentley noticed Qu Jianlei's thoughts and asked, "Have you ever killed an innocent person?"

After thinking for a moment, Qu Jianlei replied, "I have no regrets!"

Leaving aside other matters, the guard injured in the morning was innocent—at least in this incident.

However, the existence of a force like the Sai Family, which regards human life as grass, within each gathering area signifies a fundamental issue.

During an avalanche, not a single snowflake is innocent (Note: Quoted from "Voltaire Quotes," with no other implication.)

Was it wrong for Qu Jianlei, as a target of cold-blooded hunting, to resist?

Originally, he wanted to respect Zhou Six's rules and stopped shooting.

But then the family members provoked first, and the guards were negligent, leaving him to retaliate in his own way.

Regarding accidental harm, he felt regret but had no regrets.

"That's the way to see it," Bentley nodded, "I have no regrets either."

Your 'no regrets'… probably differs a bit from mine! Qu Jianlei didn't fully agree with the morality of the Wasteland people.

However, as long as there is a moral bottom line, people won't go astray.

By this time, it was already getting dark, and they drove a heavy-duty truck out of the underground secret camp.

Since the secret camp still had a lot of things, it was impossible to transport everything in one go, so they just moved what might be needed.

Even so, it filled up more than half of the heavy-duty truck's capacity.

Even Bentley couldn't help but remark, "Did we pack too many weapons?"

Actually, the weapons weren't many; the problem was with the amount of ammunition loaded. It was interesting that Bentley had machine cannon shells.

When Qu Jianlei seized the machine cannon, there wasn't much ammunition, and after subsequent consumption, only about thirty rounds were left.

However, Bentley was a bit peculiar; he himself didn't have a machine cannon, yet he stored quite a lot of shells.

In terms of his strength, obtaining a machine cannon wouldn't be much of a problem.

Qu Jianlei even asked Bentley specifically why he stored so many shells.

The old man's answer was casual; machine cannons weren't very popular in Zone Zhou Character; laser weapons were more commonly used here.

But when he built this secret camp, he hadn't entirely let go of his desire for revenge, so he stockpiled a lot of ammunition.

According to him: Machine cannons can be bought with money, or even snatched if necessary, but ammunition is hard to find.

This time, since he's planning to leave, he certainly wanted to replenish some ammo for the machine cannon.

Flower Scorpion was very vigilant; upon seeing them emerge, she noted that a total of two motorbikes had once passed by from afar.

She felt that the other party was unintentional, so she didn't notify anyone and simply hid.

Seeing Bentley moving out a lot of belongings, her guard against him dropped to an extreme level.

Resources are extremely valuable in the Wasteland; seeking refuge might be false, but resources cannot deceive.

Everyone fights desperately, ultimately just for these things, right?

Since dawn had just fallen, the three were not in a hurry to leave but began discussing their destination.

Currently, staying locally wasn't possible; Bentley suggested going to the Celestial Residence Area as it's the only place where they could purchase cultivation supplies.

Flower Scorpion became very excited upon hearing about cultivation, but Bentley hit her without mercy, saying it's too late for her at her age.

The old man was more careful when speaking with Qu Jianlei, but when addressing her, he just spoke his mind.

Flower Scorpion was somewhat unconvinced, "Actually, I'm not that old; I'm only 24 this year."

It means that two years ago when she met Qu Jianlei, she was just 22, yet she was already an elite-level Hunter.

This situation is not uncommon in the Wasteland; life is tough, and it's not unusual for thirteen or fourteen-year-olds to become Hunters.

Qu Jianlei stopped their argument, "You two are responsible for guarding and driving on the road; I'll sort through these cultivation techniques."

Upon hearing this, Flower Scorpion's eyes lit up, "So I still have a chance?"

Qu Jianlei replied casually, "If you don't try, how would you know it won't work?"

Bentley gave him a look upon hearing this, but didn't pay much attention.

Two hours later, the sky was completely dark, and the three restored the secret camp and drove away in the heavy-duty truck.

The truck was well-modified, with a door between the cab and the truck bed, eliminating the need for constant guarding in the back.

At this moment, Bentley finally took the time to ask about Qu Jianlei's various attributes, "Is being strong natural?"

"Two years ago, I was just a weakling," Qu Jianlei replied as he read, operating in dual-thread mode, which was too simple for him.

"After injecting the potion, my body changed, and along with some other factors, I became increasingly strong."

"By how many multiples did your strength increase?" Bentley asked subconsciously.

However, seeing him flipping through a book, he changed his words, "Forget it... besides strength, is there anything else?"

"Overall enhancement of physical fitness," Qu Jianlei answered without looking up, "the whole thing."

Just then, Flower Scorpion returned from the truck bed, and Bentley asked her, "Overall physical enhancement… what does that include?"

"Run faster, jump higher, see farther," Flower Scorpion replied casually, "Coordination is also great… like marksmanship."

The Sai Family people could find out all this; she didn't feel there was any problem in saying it.

Bentley was silent; had he encountered an all-round modified warrior?

After a while, he asked again, "When the transformation potion took effect, how did you endure it?"

"With my own cultivation method," Qu Jianlei answered casually, "I couldn't even afford food before; luckily, I found half a crystal."

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