Chapter 317: Lei Meng's Speculation

Beside the pickup truck.

The subordinate holding a double-barreled gun looked warily at Zhang Tie, who came speeding in, and couldn't help but turn his head to ask his boss:

"Boss Lei Meng?"

The man wearing citron boots raised his hand to suppress the commotion, quickly drawing a revolver from his waist:

"People ahead! Stop!"

He shouted loudly, aiming the revolver in his hand at the leading Zhang Tie.

His gaze was doubtful.

The burly man driving straight at him wore a black combat uniform.

The combat uniform's fine cut and style looked like that of an elite unit.

A brand-new off-road motorcycle, with a sturdy build...

A savage couldn't possibly be like that.

Are they grain-holders or slave masters?

But...

Even if they were troops under the Safe Zone Leader, they might not have such excellent equipment?

Although they appeared unarmed, just this combat uniform was eye-catching enough.

The man named Lei Meng stared fixedly at the oncoming motorcycle, not daring to act rashly for a moment.

There are only a few Safe Zones nearby; this group looks extremely unfamiliar.

Most importantly.

Very clean.

Clean as if they bathed every day.

You should know that aside from the few slave masters in the Safe Zone, even grain-holders aren't that clean.

Unable to determine Lin An and company's origins, he wasn't so foolish as to attack outright.

Three years after the catastrophe, class division has become extraordinarily strict.

A slave-catching squad like ours only bullies slaves and savages.

"Zhi!"

The motorcycle swerved sideways, kicking up gravel everywhere.

The burly man before them got off the vehicle with a cold expression.

Lei Meng breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, his eyes carefully scrutinizing the five people before him?

Three men, one woman, plus a savage.

The four in combat uniforms looked like noble elites from a major power.

But.

They brought a savage?

On the vehicle.

Lin Ruolan didn't get off, merely glaring at him with vicious eyes, glaring at the entire slave-catching squad.

After seeing the disheveled, dirty woman sitting on the motorcycle's rear seat, Lei Meng's thoughts turned.

This squad...

Probably four noble lords out hunting for game?

That filthy, stinking savage is likely their prey?

Thinking this, he squeezed out a smile:

"Several noble lords."

"Have you just returned from hunting in Skyline City?"

"Would you like to see the new goods we just acquired?"

As he spoke, he took two steps in one stride, grabbed Fighting Dog 77's hair, and forced the man to raise his head.

He introduced enthusiastically:

"What should I call you, sir? I see you haven't brought any slaves?"

To people speak human language, to ghosts speak ghost language.

Lei Man, who is brutal beyond compare before savages, acted extremely "humble" upon encountering what seemed like nobles.

Lei Man's eyes flickered; his subordinates behind him were not slow to react, silently surrounding Lin An and company.

The barrel of his gun pointed vaguely at them.

This is the wilderness, the edge of the Safe Zone.

Lei Meng's question was quite clever.

The name can confirm which Safe Zone Lin An and company come from.

After the catastrophe, to display status and facilitate identification,

everyone's name was changed to Safe Zone + occupation + name.

Like him, Lei Meng, his full name is Bolaka Hunting Dog-Lei Meng.

Therefore.

If the Safe Zone in these people's names is far from here and their relationship with that Safe Zone is ordinary,

he wouldn't mind directly "eating" this wandering noble hunting party.

Whether they brought slaves is to ask Lin An and company whether they have large forces behind them.

Like slave masters usually going out for fun, or nobles going out to hunt, they normally bring large forces as logistical support.

The wilderness has no law, let alone any damn morality.

Sometimes.

It often happens that brainless grain holders or nobles seeking excitement end up being captured by savages or slave‑catching squads and eaten.

The Combat Dog 77, whose head was seized by Lei Meng's hand, breathed rapidly, its chest heaving.

He knelt on the ground with a desperate expression, not daring to move a muscle.

His scalp was grabbed and pulled back, waves of pain shooting through his body.

Zhang Tie gave Lei Meng, who was forcing a smile, a cold glance and did not answer his question.

「How far is it from here to Bolaka? 」

「Is the Safe Zone right behind you? 」

He did not answer Lei Meng, the hunting dog.

In an instant, the atmosphere suddenly grew tense.

The custom in the wilderness is to announce one's identity upon meeting, to prevent infighting from escalating to one's own faction.

Behind Lei Meng, the small guy who had sneaked to the side first furtively pulled out his cherished monocular, then scrutinized them closely.

Moments later, he came rushing over from the rear of the convoy, flustered, his expression excited.

Lei Meng noticed this detail and then came to his senses:

「Um… that one. 」

「Sir, are you from the nearby Safe Zone? 」

「Indeed, Bolaka lies behind us; are you here to attend the auction? 」

As he spoke, his gaze greedily swept over the group before him.

The most robust Zhang Tie was taken by him to be the leader of the party.

In his eyes, Gao Tian was merely a lackey.

As for Lin An?

Such a handsome man...

Many nobles with peculiar tastes would also like him.

I heard even the Safe Zone Leader is fond of this.

And Mo Ling, who slightly opened her eyes behind Lin An, was also quite fine.

Petite in stature, like a porcelain doll.

Such top‑quality goods, even if made into dolls, could fetch a high price.

Lei Meng's thoughts burned hot; his peripheral vision occasionally lingered on Mo Ling's side profile, his mind incessantly fantasizing.

Compared to the wrinkled old women in the city whose skin is like donkey hide, Mo Ling before him is simply fresh and delectable.

He could hardly restrain himself, wanting to cradle that little head in his hands and play with it.

The small fellow holding the monocular emerged from behind the pickup, pretending to have just gotten off.

He feigned scratching his back twice, signaling to the boss that there was no one behind these outsiders, so they could make a move.

Having confirmed that Lin An's group had no large force behind them, Lei Meng enthusiastically began to introduce his wares to buy time.

Strangely.

A surge of restlessness made him want to act right now.

He didn't give a damn where this bunch came from; they certainly didn't look like any of the major local powers.

Their equipment was lavish, but they had no weapons.

Logically, these outsiders seem problematic no matter how you look at them, so one must test them repeatedly.

A rash fool cannot become the leader of a slave‑catching squad.

But today.

The moment he saw Lin An and the others, a strong desire overwhelmed his reason.

Unexpectedly, after asking his question, the bald, burly man suddenly stepped back, making way for the soft, egg‑like pale face.

「Lin Dui. 」

The burly man retreated behind that pale‑faced individual, his demeanor respectful, as if seeking instructions.

Before Lei Meng could speak, Lin An seemed to raise his hand to halt the bald man's next move, then casually asked:

「What is an auction? 」