Chapter 129: Trash Station

There was no objection to the training, and it was quickly settled.

Cheng Shuili doesn't need to worry about how Ailin devises the training; that's not something she, the Lao Da, should be concerned with.

When it comes to physical fitness, Cheng Shuili doesn't need Ailin's effort, and survival requires even less.

Cheng Shuili is the one who once deflected a bullet right in front of Ailin!

Now Ailin has absolute trust in Cheng Shuili, absolute recognition of her strength. But Cheng Shuili's weak point is also glaring; in the words of a past‑life game, she's a master of human outline.

Unfortunately, honing aim isn't a one‑ or two‑day task, especially in a place where bullets are especially precious; you simply don't have the conditions to train.

Ailin shook her head and temporarily set aside the plan devised for Cheng Shuili.

Today is the second day of extreme heat; the temperature has risen noticeably from yesterday, the heat haze on the road warps survivors' sight, but the air‑conditioned vehicle remains tolerable.

But the surviving players can clearly feel that their water intake these two days has increased dramatically compared to before.

Cheng Shuili sat in the air‑conditioned room, yawned, and took another sip of the bottled water placed nearby.

The icy water went down, yet the thirst was not eased at all.

Cheng Shuili stared at the bottle in her hand for a while; this is really odd—could it be fake water?

The system must be holding some nasty trick.

But the clueless players can only do their best to do what they're supposed to.

Cheng Shuili pushes forward; with solar panels, she doesn't need to worry about battery charge while racking up mileage—such chances are rare, it's literally profit just by driving!

In the morning, Cheng Shuili reached four supply crates: two wooden, two bronze.

Now bronze supply crates appear as often as wooden ones; silver and gold crates remain rare.

The two wooden crates yielded nothing good; before you could still find enough bottled water, now not even a trace of a bottle is visible.

A bronze crate produced a high‑grade material and a sun‑shade hat.

The hat has no special effect; it's just an ordinary cap.

Cheng Shuili doesn't mind; she puts it on immediately.

Cheng Shuili had expected to spend the afternoon the same way, but right after lunch, a crackling, screeching radio delivered new news.

"Ahead... two kilometers... passing La Ji Zhan... attention... note... pay the entrance fee... you may enter La Ji Zhan... enter... La Ji Zhan..."

La Ji Zhan?

Back then, Guanghui mentioned on the regional channel that there are four special structures; this La Ji Zhan is the only one she hasn't entered.

But what exactly is this 'entrance fee'?

During the Newbie Protection Period, no one had any Game Coin; how did those people get into La Ji Zhan back then?

Cheng Shuili, puzzled, floored the accelerator; the cart raced across the scorching road, the tires screeching against the pavement.

The two‑kilometer stretch vanished in an instant, and the scene ahead gradually clarified.

A massive structure of rusted metal and scrap parts rose into view; its entrance bore a crooked neon sign reading "La Ji Zhan," with several bulbs burnt out, flickering erratically.

At the doorway stood two fully‑armed orc guards, their gear far superior to that of ordinary players.

"Parking check." A guard wearing a gas mask raised his submachine gun, signaling Cheng Shuili to stop.

Cheng Shuili slowly rolled down the window; the heat wave surged in, and she squinted slightly.

"Entrance fee: ten Game Coins per person!"

The guard's voice came through the mask, sounding dull and mechanical.

Cheng Shuili raised an eyebrow and asked straightaway, "During the Newbie Protection Period, how did those without Game Coins get in?"

The guard assumed she didn't want to pay, his tone turned cold; he let out a snort but still answered, "Back then you could settle with supplies. Now that's not allowed—Game Coins or scram."

Cheng Shuili truly hadn't seen such a fierce orc before.

The guy clutched a submachine gun, wore a full set of tactical gear, his body wrapped tightly in a bullet‑proof vest, and several grenades were strapped to his waist.

He looks unapproachable, and he shows little reaction to Authority.

Cheng Shuili thought for a moment, then chose to pay ten Game Coins.

Just ten Game Coins, not much; she can process something tonight and get it back from someone else.

After confirming her payment, the guard cleared the way: "The rule is simple—no fighting inside, violators will be shot on the spot. Trades are voluntary, consequences are your own. Stay no longer than two hours, and park the vehicle inside."

Shoot on the spot for fighting? Yet you can still park the car inside?

Cheng Shuili's expression turned odd; these rules don't seem like those of a La Ji Zhan at all.

The Jiao Yi Zhan's rule only forbids bringing weapons inside; that cat‑like orc once stopped a player from acting, but never said to shoot them dead!

A hint of curiosity rose in Cheng Shuili's heart.

With a harsh metallic screech, the rusted gate slowly opened.

Cheng Shuili looked up, drove in slowly, and the sight before her made her eyes widen.

The interior of the La Ji Zhan is far larger than it appears, its style and function completely different from any building Cheng Shuili has seen before!

Countless stalls line the winding passage, heavily‑armored orcs trading all sorts of bizarre items here.

There are many players on the street; they show no particular reaction to a newcomer driving in.

The air is thick with a mix of engine oil, rotting flesh, and heat, making one feel nauseous.

Cheng Shuili parked, and as she stepped out, a hoarse voice from nearby said, "New here? Need a guide? Only five Game Coins."

She turned and saw a skinny old orc crouched in the shadows; he was missing an ear, his face scarred, yet his eyes shone unusually bright.

"No need."

Cheng Shuili declined calmly.

Stalls on both sides of the passage displayed all kinds of goods: weapons, armor, food, medicines, and even items resembling human organs.

Orc vendors' shouts and players' haggling rose and fell, creating a bizarre market atmosphere.

Cheng Shuili stood still, looking back; behind her loomed a massive La Ji Zhan, reeking, with players scattered about collecting trash.

Cheng Shuili hesitated for a moment, then turned and walked toward the tightly wrapped beastmen market.

These beastmen all wore black cloaks, wrapped tightly from head to toe, leaving only a pair of eyes exposed, pitch black, making them look like no good people.

But Cheng Shuili wondered why there was another market here.

Isn't there already a Jiao Yi Zhan?