"Yes," Feng Bujue replied.

The man nodded upon hearing this. "Alright, nothing to see here, head to the filtration chamber." After saying this, he beckoned the four people next to him to carry the equipment for fuel resupply and capsule maintenance.

Hank led Feng Bujue and Kuang Zong Jianying away from the platform. They didn't take the elevator, but instead went down a flight of stairs next to it. The elevator was for the exclusive use of the resupply team.

While walking on the stairs, Kuang Zong Jianying finally couldn't help but ask, "Don't you find it strange?" He eyed Feng Bujue and said, "You just said it, without retrieving anything, and he believed you." He then turned his face to Hank, "Don't you guys have to undergo inspections or something? To see if you're hiding anything."

Hank replied in surprise, "Hiding? What are you talking about... Who would do that? It's a capital offense if you're caught!" He paused for a moment. "Besides, what good would it do to hide things?"

Kuang Zong Jianying was rendered speechless by the other party's reaction.

Feng Bujue laughed and said, "Don't talk about private property rights with slaves. For them, even money is meaningless. The only thing worth hiding is food, but when you're not starving, it's not worth risking your life for a few extra bites."

"Slaves..." Hank murmured. "What does that mean? And... what is private property?"

Feng Bujue shrugged. "There are some things you're better off not knowing, Hank."

The three continued down the stairs, and after reaching the bottom floor, they turned into a passage. This passage looked very unreliable, because the walls were not all metal, but a mixture of rock and supports. The lighting equipment overhead also looked very simple. Overall, the passage looked like a mine with a very poor safety rating, and it wouldn't be surprising if it suddenly collapsed.

After walking for about three hundred meters, they arrived at a place like a sentry post, which was a hexagonal metal checkpoint with a window facing outward, like a toll station on a highway, only different in shape.

They stopped at the window, and the staff member sitting inside said in a formulaic tone: "Number, name, time of departure from the village."

"Scavenger Team, number twenty-four. Hank, Jarvis, Joey," Hank replied. "Left the village this morning."

The person looked at the documents at hand, then looked up at the three people in front of him. "Lost two people?"

"Yes," Feng Bujue replied.

"What a pity," the person responded, and then said, "The locker room key hasn't been lost, right?"

"No," Hank replied. Scavenger teams usually leave the locker room key in the Sand Shark capsule, and no team member takes it out with them.

The person looked up at the time (God's Grace Village's timing divides the day into ten periods, with corresponding special clocks), then scribbled a few strokes on the document and said, "Go in, please ensure the cleanliness of the locker room, and keep your body still when undergoing 'filtration' to avoid accidents." He spoke somewhat absentmindedly, probably because these few sentences were prescribed terminology and he was tired of saying them.

The three continued forward, and ahead was another passage, all made of metal. This section of the road was not long, about a hundred meters, and the surroundings gradually widened. The gate at the end was more than five meters high, and the area after passing through the gate was very much like a train station platform, with an area of at least one mu (approximately 667 square meters), shaped like a fan, and a height of seven or eight meters. There were many metal pillars standing in it, each with a number on it.

Feng Bujue and Kuang Zong Jianying, led by Hank, passed through this area. On the opposite side of the fan-shaped hall, that is, on the "arc," stood many metal doors, about one meter nine in height and one meter in width. These doors were all closed, and inside were naturally the locker rooms.

Hank opened the door with the key, and they entered one of them. The inside was unexpectedly narrow. Facing them were five independent compartments like phone booths. These compartments should be the devices used to "filter" the scavengers.

Hank explained, "Go in and sit down, and wait for a while."

Feng Bujue nodded and winked at his teammates. Kuang Zong Jianying was now in a state of being indifferent to everything. The killing game had become a team survival experience, and he was speechless. Anyway, he would do whatever Brother Feng said... In a sense, the remaining Doomsday Assault and Dead Man were no different, so Kuang Zong Jianying was now in a state of indifference.

He originally thought that Feng Bujue's previous sentence, "Let's get a little serious and take out these two guys, let them see what strength is," meant a earth-shattering and soul-stirring fight, to compete with the other party in combat ability and let them know that real masters can even defeat death. He never expected... that the words "serious," "strength," and "take out" in Brother Feng's mouth were completely different concepts.

There is a saying called "subduing the enemy without fighting." Feng Bujue's approach was to put people to death without fighting. Now Kuang Zong Jianying understood that Brother Feng was indeed a man who "smiles and watches the destruction of thousands of troops, and plans the cause and effect of the universe." For a non-combat player, combat itself is the worst strategy and the worst plan. Achieving the goal without taking risks is the embodiment of his strength.

If it weren't for Feng Bujue, Kuang Zong Jianying would never have thought that he could win a killing game in this way. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky and scared, remembering the previous duel. If he and Feng Bujue hadn't met at the beginning, or if it was a 2v2 or 3v3 team battle, then he might have ended up like Corpse Blade and his partner, no matter how good he was at fighting.

During the process of this scenario, Kuang Zong Jianying increasingly felt that Feng Bujue was extraordinarily valuable. In other games, the evaluation of star players basically depends on their combat ability, but in Thriller Paradise, a player like Feng Bujue can bring even more benefits than the top ten players on the combat power rankings.

It's a pity that inviting Feng Bujue to join Jianghu seems impossible. Although Kuang Zong Jianying is not as good at reading people as their team leader [Xiao Wen Cang Tian], his intuition is very accurate. He knows very well that in the world of games, people like Feng Bujue will not be subservient to others. Even if he temporarily becomes someone else's subordinate, it will not last long.

Such players pursue freedom and fun. The most unbearable thing is being bossed around, and of course, they don't like to force others to do things. Kuang Zong Jianying himself is actually this kind of person. [Xiao Wen Cang Tian] and [Wu Dao Ke] are his brothers in real life, and the three of them are the founders of the Jianghu studio, so he can stay. If he were to work for another studio, he wouldn't go no matter how good the treatment was; he would rather work alone. This is why the Order's poaching of the Knife Sword Smile trio and the merger plan for Jianghu were unsuccessful.

Kuang Zong Jianying quite appreciates players of Feng Bujue's type and feels a bit of mutual understanding. Although invitation is hopeless, wooing and cooperation can still be considered. The "Hell Frontline" badge has also been remembered by Swordling. No matter what the size of this guild is, with a player like Brother Feng in it, it is definitely not a gathering place for idiots and weaklings. Even if they don't befriend each other, they must try to avoid any conflicts.

In short, the concept is that if conditions permit, it is best not to become enemies with people like Feng Bujue...

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The three of them walked into a compartment each. There was only a seat inside the compartment. After they sat down, the next thing that happened was very bad.

The chair Feng Bujue was sitting on gradually sank. After reaching the plane under the floor, it began to move forward slowly.

He felt like he was sitting on a car conveyor belt in a car wash. Although it was dark in front of him, he could feel the water and airflow rushing.

It was more like cleaning the protective suit like it was on a mannequin than disinfecting a person.

Fortunately, the process was not long, and it wasn't painful. The "filtration" ended in less than a minute. A metal plate in front automatically rose, and the light illuminated the road ahead. At this time, what was in front of the three was the real "locker room."

Feng Bujue got up and walked out, and the metal plate behind him fell again. At this time, the room he was in was about twenty square meters. There was a row of lockers against the wall, and a long bench fixed to the floor in the center of the room. The walls were also metal, and the light from the ceiling was sufficient.

Hank and Kuang Zong Jianying arrived here almost at the same time. Hank said, "There are clothes to change in the lockers. Put the protective suit in after you take it off." He didn't know that the two players couldn't change clothes in the scenario. They were able to put on the protective suit because the protective suit was defined as a functional plot item and was worn outside the clothes. When wearing the protective suit, the player's own clothing had not actually changed. But the clothes in these lockers could not be changed into.

Feng Bujue didn't say anything, but just walked forward and randomly opened one of the five lockers. As he expected, none of these lockers were locked. And then he found that everyone's clothes were the same style.

Kuang Zong Jianying also opened a locker, took out the clothes, and said, "This is the first time I've found 'clothing' in a scenario." He smiled. "If it was still the closed beta, wearing these two sets out would definitely be regarded as god-like beings."

"Well... it's a pity it's not the closed beta now," Feng Bujue said. "Even if you bring this kind of not-so-good-looking clothing out of the scenario, it probably won't sell for much money."

He was right. The standard clothing of the villagers of God's Grace Village was extremely simple in design. It was a long-sleeved top with long pants, and the colors were all grayish-brown. There were no patterns or designs on the clothes, the position and style of the pockets were also very standard, and the collar was an ordinary round neck.

"What should we do? We can't adjust the things in the clothing column in the scenario," Kuang Zong Jianying asked.

Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-course tone, "Just keep wearing the protective suit."

Hank on the side heard this and said, "But in the residential area, we all wear..."

Feng Bujue waved his hand and interrupted Hank: "I have my own plans, just change your own clothes."