Starting Cultivation in Wasteland-Chapter 423 - 295: Old Pan Strikes

The bald guy didn’t mind asking, but Qu Jianlei knew very well: this topic wasn’t something he could comment on.

Others are part of teams with both manpower and firepower, while he’s a lone B-level ghost—what right does he have to give suggestions?

Besides, he’s not one to seek the limelight, "The adults here can discuss and decide, my role is just to cooperate."

The bald guy turned his head, giving him a deep look, "Black Heaven, it’s good to be modest, but too much modesty turns into insincerity."

"Your combat power is impressive, and coupled with those two... it’s definitely a force that can change the tide, how could you not have the right?"

Qu Jianlei smiled without responding. After a while, when he noticed no one was speaking, he gave a slight cough. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"I can help build bridges, but there’s no guarantee those two will accept it, so don’t rely too much on outsiders, it’s better to rely on ourselves."

What concerned him mainly was that his two identities could only show one face, so he couldn’t let them pin too much hope on him.

The three A-level warriors exchanged glances upon hearing this, and finally, it was Hongyun who spoke.

"Indeed, what Black Heaven said makes sense; relying on others can fail, and mountains crumble too, ultimately it’s about self-reliance."

Spirit Fox nodded too, "I believe they won’t stand by, but we shouldn’t count on them too much either."

As the conversation reached this point, the atmosphere somewhat grew heavy.

The group came together with quite some hopes, and the current situation couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointing.

Hongyun softly coughed, breaking the silence, "Black Heaven, last time you mentioned... having some cannons and shells?"

Upon hearing this, Qu Jianlei picked up a stick and started drawing on the ground, "Let me sketch a diagram."

Once roughly done, he pointed to a spot, "There are eight cannons in total, all buried here."

The bald guy calmly remarked, "The number of cannons doesn’t really matter, the key is do we have enough shells?"

The Pioneer Team was reduced to this state mainly due to a supply shortage, weapons weren’t really lacking.

Qu Jianlei shook his head, "The number of shells isn’t high, mostly high-explosive bombs and thermobaric bombs, you’ll see when you get there."

Hongyun glanced at Qu Jianlei, "So how should they be divided?"

Qu Jianlei didn’t answer, but it was Captain Mu who spoke up, "Let the three A-level bigshots decide."

Realizing Black Heaven had no interest in intervening, the three bigshots communicated briefly; this didn’t take long.

The shells were mainly distributed to Black Rain and the Engineer Battalion, while Spirit Fox seemed quite interested in the cannons.

Back then, Qian Duoduo had stocked up quite a few shells up front, with some still remaining, but many cannons had been destroyed.

Once completed, Spirit Fox and the bald guy, along with a few B-level warriors, went directly to get the cannons and ammo.

Acting freely in the daytime was out of question for others, but A-level warriors had no such concern.

They took a total of six storage talismans—Qian Duoduo three, Black Rain two, Engineer Battalion one.

By evening, they had returned.

Spirit Fox looked at Qu Jianlei with an odd expression, "Those control systems... were they destroyed by you?"

To be honest, he felt a bit let down, it was supposed to be fully automated artillery, now turned into this.

Yet he couldn’t say much; it’s like getting free fruit... and complaining they’re sour?

Though the shells weren’t scarce, they weren’t abundant either—now, with the scarcity of shells, it was worth using the storage talismans.

Qu Jianlei shook his head, "That had nothing to do with me, but the control systems from the old wrecked cannons could be transplanted, right?"

The bald guy, hearing this, couldn’t help but glare at Spirit Fox, "If you don’t want them, I will... what’s with all this fuss!"

"I just asked casually," Spirit Fox mumbled softly, "Why the big fuss?"

When night fell, the team set out again; Qu Jianlei was about to leave when a device in his pocket vibrated.

This slight movement couldn’t escape the perception of the three A-levels, as three pairs of eyes turned towards him.

Qu Jianlei thought for a moment and then calmly answered, "Master Pan Yifu, do you have any orders?"

The three exchanged glances, surprised by how closely they seemed to be in contact.

"Not exactly an order," Pan Yifu replied in a deep voice, halting momentarily, "Is there anyone else on your side?"

These A-levels were no simpletons; they could sense anomalies even over a communication device.

"There’s two A-level leaders from the Pioneer Team," Qu Jianlei admitted truthfully, "I’m busy handling some affairs right now."

Pan Yifu straightforwardly relayed, "Alright then, inform them limited cooperation is possible... go ahead with your task."

With that, he directly ended the communication.

Qu Jianlei put away his device, smiling at the three, "Lead the group forward; I’ll try to procure a few doses of potion."

After speaking, he vanished into the night.

The three A-levels were silent for a while until Hongyun finally spoke, "It indeed felt like Pan Yifu."

"Definitely," Spirit Fox confidently asserted; although injured, his peak A-level cultivation level was undeniable.

"Whether or not it’s Pan Yifu, it’s definitely an A-level."

The bald man smiled, speaking with interest, "It seems the other side values Black Heaven quite highly."

Upon hearing this, Captain Mu quickly tried to smooth things over, "Maybe they knew each other before, let’s focus on the journey..."

When Qu Jianlei left the base, he didn’t bring much medicine with him; most of it was left for Xiao Moshan and Wei Wushuang.

Just forty doses, roughly enough for three people. This was prepared for himself and Youyou, just in case something happened.

Youyou was injured this time, but she was recovering in the Star Thief Lair and didn’t need this stuff.

Qu Jianlei thought for a moment, withheld fifteen doses, and stashed twenty-five in his backpack.

By dawn, he returned to the Secret Camp, where the three A-levels were waiting anxiously.

"Mission accomplished, I shamelessly begged for twenty-five doses back. I need to keep ten for myself, so you decide among yourselves how to use the rest."

More than expected by six doses, Hongyun couldn’t help but speak up, "I ought to leave some for my Engineer Battalion!"

The bald man gave him a look, "Making a fuss, where are your manners, we’ll discuss this later at leisure."

Spirit Fox was also very tempted but remained composed, "Baldy, you should know my character, you won’t lose out."

"I said we’ll discuss this later," the bald man stated decisively, "Don’t let others see us as a joke."

Spirit Fox glanced at Qu Jianlei intentionally or not, ultimately saying nothing.

He had his thoughts, and others did too, but the three A-levels were captains, they knew what was important.

Black Heaven had already been very generous, was it too much for him to reserve ten doses for his own survival?

In the end, Spirit Fox even left behind a B-level Earth Attribute Warrior.

This warrior could not only help guard the Secret Camp but also play a huge role in the residence renovation process.

Three days later, Pan Yifu contacted Qu Jianlei again, stating he had come up with an attack plan and selected a target.

When the two met, he couldn’t help but be startled, "Where’s Wen Xin... didn’t he come?"

Qu Jianlei replied calmly, "Who am I to question the boss’s actions? Perhaps you should contact him."

If only I could reach him! Pan Yifu understood perfectly well, Wen Xin was quite arrogant, hardly giving him the time of day.

Such matters, though, he kept to himself, saying them out loud would be embarrassing.

The two focused on the road and arrived near a medium-sized Military Station.

Pan Yifu pulled out a few maps, "This is the structure map of the Military Station, can you understand it?"

Qu Jianlei nodded, he had no issue reading maps, "Who drew this... with their feet?"

Pan Yifu replied with a dark expression, "I’m asking you to look at the map, not critique its aesthetics!"

Although Qu Jianlei was joking, he sensed that Old Pan really didn’t dare do anything to him.

After looking through it for a while, he nodded, "Finished; it’s rare, but you’ve spotted the critical places."

Pan Yifu snorted, answering proudly, "You’re not the only ones with partners, I have too... any thoughts?"

You have partners? Qu Jianlei was skeptical, but it didn’t matter; he wasn’t interested in other people’s privacy.

"I only understand the map, no ideas here, you go ahead," he said.

Pan Yifu shook his head in exasperation, "Truly strong in limbs yet simple-minded. I got the map, can’t you use your brain?"

As if you could be persuaded by me, Qu Jianlei shook his head, never one to engage in vain efforts, "Share your plan."

Pan Yifu’s plan was simple yet traditional, but putting it into practice wasn’t so easy.

After hearing it, a peculiar expression appeared on Qu Jianlei’s face, "Lord Pan, aren’t you overestimating me?"

"I believe you can do it," Pan Yifu encouraged before changing tone, "It would be great if Wen Xin were here."

Seeing no response, he tentatively added, "Or we could wait for him to be available and then proceed?"

"But doing so means the spoils from capturing the Military Station would be split among three instead."

The potential spoils were uncertain anyway! Qu Jianlei understood this well and answered dismissively, "Either way is fine with me."

Pan Yifu glanced at him sideways, pondering a moment before saying, "Why don’t we two just go for it, do you dare?"

Qu Jianlei coughed lightly, repeating, "Either way is fine with me."

So, he does have a temper! Pan Yifu smiled indifferently, "Then let’s begin now, watch out for shells."

He himself was fragile, but so was the Electromagnetic Attribute, and the opponent was merely a B-level.

"I’ll dodge first," Qu Jianlei’s figure flickered and disappeared without a trace.

At least he knows what’s what! Pan Yifu commented, then tuned his Perception to the surroundings of the Military Station.

After confirming the position, he raised his hand and performed a Finger Technique, "Flaming Meteor~"

A ball of flame appeared in the sky, white with a hint of golden hue, swiftly plummeting toward the ground.

As it descended, the fireball grew larger and faster.

Seconds later, a piercing alarm echoed within the Military Station, "Woo-woo-woo~"