James Lone said nothing. He simply stared at Eddy Lone for a moment before vanishing underground. Whew! Eddy Lone collapsed onto the ground, taking a long, deep breath, only then noticing the chill on his back. In just a few minutes, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. Everyone felt as if they had narrowly escaped death. One of the men spoke quietly, "Big Brother Eddy, are we really going to the 910th unit?" They weren't keen on going. Eddy Lone shot him a glare and whispered, "If you don't go, don't blame me if you die!" He gestured towards the ground. The subordinate quickly understood. Right! If the killing god was underground watching them, who would know? His face turned pale with fear as he hastily agreed, "You're right, Big Brother Eddy! We'll head to the 910th unit immediately!" Eddy Lone waited anxiously, and when he found that the killing god didn't return, he confirmed that the deal had been accepted. He then had the time to deal with the four people captured alongside Natasha: "These bastards almost got me killed!" "Big Brother! This has nothing to do with me! It's all Natasha's fault!" "Fine, I'll send you down to find her!" "Ah! No!" ... James Lone returned to the vehicle and glanced briefly at Eddy Lone and the others before looking away. Eddy's suggestion was good. But right now, he wouldn't provide them with any assistance. If they succeeded, he might invest something. If they failed... Well, that was their problem. It had nothing to do with him. To James Lone, the 910th unit was merely a massive shield. When the women saw James Lone return, they collectively sighed in relief. Once James Lone was back in the vehicle, the women felt a sense of security. Shirley Inr Won asked nervously, "Master, how's the situation?" James Lone replied calmly, "Just a riot; it has nothing to do with us. If anyone dares to come over and cause trouble, kill them. It should be fine tonight. You all should sleep in shifts." The chaos persisted for several hours, gradually subsiding around 3 AM. A group of rioters took the opportunity to rush towards the convoy to cause trouble. Without hesitation, James Lone killed them all. Dozens of corpses were discarded on the ground, intimidating any potential challengers. The women slept uneasily. It wasn't until the later part of the night that the surroundings finally quieted down. ... The escape route at night was eerily silent. Survivors lay scattered, resting along the way. Dale insisted on leading the large group forward. One person finally couldn't go on any longer: "Dale, let's take a break, okay? Everyone's exhausted." Dale tucked her damp hair behind her ear, revealing her delicate features, and shook her head. "No, it's safer to move at night. You all saw the situation on the road today—too many survivors, thieves, and fights everywhere! We must change to moving at night and resting during the day!" Moreover, her abilities were stronger at night, so she had to make good use of it. The others sighed, realizing that Dale's reasoning was sound, and they resigned themselves to push through, trudging along mechanically. The group of over a hundred moved slowly through the night, hardly able to see the ground, relying entirely on Dale to lead the way. Dale encouraged them loudly, "Once we reach the 910th unit, there will be clean beds for everyone and plenty of compressed biscuits!" The crowd responded eagerly. They were willing to trust Dale because her father was a high-ranking official in the Washington District Garrison, believing that once they arrived on military territory, Dale would be able to obtain ample benefits. ... Morning dawned. At the supply point, the unsettling night finally came to an end. Wot, being older, woke up very early. He got out of the vehicle to stretch his body. The air carried a strong scent of blood. In the distance, sobs from a woman could be heard, filled with deep sorrow. Perhaps she had lost a loved one. Having crammed into the cramped Hummer seat for a night made his bones ache all over. However, this was still a top-tier experience. Compared to the survivors sleeping on damp ground, at least the Hummer provided enough food and dry seats. After eating a simple meal, Wot began to explore the area. The plants here were completely different from those in the wealth center, igniting his curiosity. "What a remarkable evolution! Just a small distance away, the forms of the plants are completely different." Wot eagerly collected plant samples. With so many new species, perhaps he would discover some new medicinal materials. "This rose is truly peculiar..." "This foxtail grass is also amazing; it can even glow..." As he walked further along the roadside, he eventually ventured into a nearby thicket. Suddenly, he spotted a black lychee hanging in the grass ahead! An ability fruit?!! Wot rushed forward to pluck it, excitement coursing through him as he clutched it in his hand. "It really is an ability fruit!" This was the first ability fruit Wot had found, and he was eager to consume it immediately. He envied James Lone's abilities immensely. Should he eat it? After much hesitation, Wot decided against consuming it himself and instead prepared to return to find James Lone. James Lone had many ability fruits. Rather than eating this indistinct fruit, it was better to trade for a more useful power! Wot hurried back. Just then, a few people suddenly emerged from the purple mist. Upon seeing Wot, they grew tense, and soon they noticed the ability fruit in Wot's hand. The expression on the leading muscular man instantly changed! An ability fruit! It was actually an ability fruit! Why wasn't this old man eating it? Could it be he didn't recognize its value? Greed filled the muscular man's eyes. Wot sensed danger and quickly placed the ability fruit into his pocket. But it was too late. The muscular man pretended to be friendly and said, "Hey, old man, sell me that ability fruit, and I'll give you three packs of instant noodles." He patted his bulging backpack, clearly stuffed full of items. Wot certainly wouldn't agree. Three packs of instant noodles? What a joke! This was an ability fruit! However, outnumbered, he didn't dare to refuse outright and politely replied, "I'm sorry, my little one really likes it, so I can't sell it." The muscular man no longer pretended to be friendly and glared at him, shouting, "You old bastard, I told you to hand over that fruit!" Wot realized there was no chance to resolve this peacefully. "Okay, I'll get it for you..." He pretended to reach for the ability fruit, then, taking advantage of the man's distraction, turned and ran. In the blink of an eye, he vanished into the purple mist. The muscular man was taken aback. He hadn't expected an old man to be so quick. Fuming, the muscular man yelled, "Damn it! Chase him! Kill that old bastard!" ...