Chapter 525: The Three-Day Agreement Has Arrived

Qing Ping Le had told him before: a person living must have somewhere to go.

Now Wu Ya has given her a place to go.

"That Holy Flame over there..." Zhan Lang asked again.

"Keep talking." Cheng Shuili said, "Lay out the terms; if they agree, Qing Ping Le will go. If they don't, the agreement is off, and you don't need to waste any more effort."

"Okay." Zhan Lang agreed.

Cheng Shuili glanced at him and suddenly said, "Anything else?"

Zhan Lang froze.

"You've looked like you're about to cry since just now." Cheng Shuili said in a flat tone, "If there's nothing, get out—what are you standing here for? This is Black Feather's turf."

Zhan Lang was choked up.

About to cry or not?

He, Zhan Lang, with an undying spirit, fought his way from the old world's battlefield here, never reddened his eyes even when a gun was pointed at his forehead, and now he's being called "about to cry"?

He wanted to retort, opened his mouth, but realized his current state really wasn't right.

"... Then I'll go out first." That was all he could manage to say.

Cheng Shuili hummed, her gaze sweeping over the empty meeting hall, as if thinking of something else.

Zhan Lang turned and walked out.

When he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped.

He didn't turn back, just faced away from Cheng Shuili, voice low: "Boss."

"Hmm?"

"If something happens to me, absorb the remnants of the Great Wall Watch into Black Feather. Many are former soldiers; they could be put to good use now."

Cheng Shuili understood his meaning, but after thinking, she asked, "What could happen to you?"

Zhan Lang, his back to her, expression unreadable, only heard him chuckle: "Who knows if anyone can survive this damned place? Today we negotiate the agreement, tomorrow we drive forward, and in a few days there's the Instance—"

"Then don't go out."

Cheng Shuili interrupted him.

Zhan Lang froze.

Cheng Shuili stared at his stiff back, "You need to handle the agreement; the road's full of mud, so you can't drive tomorrow. In a few days you'll have to come back alive to work—bring those Great Wall Watch folks yourself, don't keep asking me to settle them."

Zhan Lang opened his mouth but said nothing.

He stood there for two seconds, then suddenly laughed—a real laugh, his shoulders shaking.

He didn't bring up those entrustments again, pushed the door open, and left.

The door closed with a soft sound.

Black Feather's wind always carries a special scent, plus a hint of food aroma.

In the distance, Black Feather members were still training, their slogans uniform and strong.

Zhan Lang leaned against the shadow of the ancient fort, took out a cigarette, lit it, and drew a deep breath.

This is a rare treat; he normally wouldn't waste it. Today he pinched it between his fingers, not bringing it to his lips, just watching the blue‑gray smoke rise and drift into the daylight.

——

In the evening Cheng Shuili summoned the guide and Xinxue.

Xinxue had just finished discussing the Viper Fang with Ailin, still not settled in her seat, when she heard Cheng Shuili say: "On Sunday Qing Ping Le is going to Nan Da Qu; we need two people to follow. The Yan Huang Association will send one, and you arrange the other—make sure they're sharp."

Xinxue's tea cup froze mid‑air.

"... Who?"

"Qing Ping Le."

"To Nan Da Qu?"

"Yes."

"What for?"

"To preach."

Huh? Preaching? What nonsense, what era is this now? Sure we've come to another world for road‑survival, but we haven't reverted to primitive man!

Listen! Preaching! What an outdated saying.

Xinxue slowly set down her tea cup, turned to look at the guide, and asked with her eyes: Has the boss been under too much pressure lately?

The guide returned her gaze expressionlessly: I advise you not to ask.

Xinxue chose not to cross her boss, readily agreeing: "Fine, I'll arrange it."

Cheng Shuili also said: "Zhan Lang has been negotiating a non‑aggression pact with Tie Mu these days; they want a batch of medical supplies—go over it, don't let anyone scam you."

Xinxue nodded, then after a moment asked: "Boss, what exactly is Zhan Lang's status now? Ailin said she and Guang Hui heard him call you boss."

Bringing this up, Cheng Shuili's seriousness faded; she restrainedly nodded, a smile appearing, her voice tinged with pride: "Conquered—conquered by your boss's charm."

Xinxue: "……"

Guide: "……"

Cheng Shuili was used to such reactions, even feeling that this was the normal response.

She withdrew her smile, lifted her tea cup and took a sip, her tone returning to its usual calm: "Anything else?"

If there's no problem, hurry up—she's going back to her vehicle to lie on the sofa and rest.

Her dear little sofa hasn't been seen all day.

Xinxue held it in for a while, then couldn't keep it in: "Boss, is he really one of us now?"

Cheng Shuili nodded: "Not just him—Qin Wen too."

"Who's Qin Wen?"

"A light kiss."

Now Xinxue is completely speechless.

Two generals! These are two generals!

Xinxue now acknowledges her boss's charm; who would dare say it's not her who's anxious about someone?

She opened her mouth, swallowed back "Boss, how did you manage that?", and replaced it with a heartfelt: "Boss, you're awesome."

Cheng Shuili reservedly accepted the compliment.

"Then I'll contact them now to deepen cooperation." She said, glancing at Cheng Shuili, "So that later, the real names of our Black Feather members won't all have to be told to me by the boss."

Cheng Shuili pretended not to hear the latter part, raised her chin: "Go ahead."

The room fell quiet again; Cheng Shuili stood up and stretched, intending to sneak some rest in her vehicle, when the voice of Zhinü rang out.

"All players, the three-day period is over! Now, announce the official server-wide faction ranking!"

Cheng Shuili: "......"

If it were an individual ranking, she'd just go lie down, but this faction ranking…

Cheng Shuili silently sat back down in her chair.

Sure enough, not long after, Xinxue and the guide returned, smiling brightly.

Besides these two, Ailin and Wan Yi also arrived quickly, and they also brought Zhou Zhuxing and Yu Bing.

Guanghui arrived late, but still brought all the core members of Black Feather who hadn't come.

Cheng Shuili smiled and said a couple of pleasantries, then everyone sat in the office of the Black Feather boss, listening to Zhinü announce the top ten factions from last place.

"This ranking is the server-wide faction ranking! Besides that, there's also the server-wide player strength ranking! Both rankings only announce the top ten! Players, you who have made it here alive have already sufficiently shown your courage and effort; even if you're not on the list, there's no need to worry—you might just be the undisclosed eleventh place!"

"Good! No more talk, server-wide faction ranking! Officially unveiled!"

Zhinü's voice was uplifting, as if this weren't a faction ranking in the highway world, but rather the award ceremony of some variety show from the old world.