7 Chapter 7: We can't force someone who hates eating coriander to eat it at every meal.

Soon.

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog made their way to the front of the Ruins Site.

The two hid in a dirt pit.

They placed the Steel Sword Self-Controlled Turret from their shoulders into the pit, and wiped some dust onto its originally silver-white body, making it look a little dirty.

Not far away.

They could vaguely see the brightly lit Ruins Site.

There were no walls around it, just countless piles of rubbish dumped here.

In the twilight, several cranes stood idle in the middle, their operators apparently off work.

The Ruins Site didn't belong to Culver.

It was owned by City 18, with people assigned to manage it.

Culver and his men were like stowaways, hiding on the edge of the Ruins Site and using it as a dwelling place, only venturing out when it was quiet at night.

After all, as the lowest existences in this world, it was impossible for them to monopolize even a place like the Ruins Site.

They could only survive as parasites.

The people in this world... had an intense hatred for those who traveled across from Blue Star!

To be precise... it was hatred mixed with a strong fear.

Soon.

The two hid the turret in the pit, with only half of its height exposed above the ground. Under the cover of the twilight, it was impossible to detect it unless someone stared closely at the spot.

Once activated.

Everything within effective firing range would be indiscriminately attacked until the ammunition ran out.

"Mr. Jacob."

As they prepared to take action, Scar Dog suddenly called out to Kerr Cowell with a complex expression: "You don't remember what you told me on Blue Star."

"What did I say?"

Kerr Cowell didn't raise his head. He checked the shiny bullets in his arms. Unlike the energy bullets in the turret, the bullets for his hand cannon were solid.

Due to their large size, he could carry a maximum of 7 extra bullets each time he went out.

The larger caliber meant greater power.

The main reason he needed such a large caliber hand cannon was not to deal with the indigenous people, but the Mutated Beasts that roamed the wilderness at night.

These Mutated Beasts had thick skin and flesh. Small-caliber pistols were ineffective in killing them in one shot.

And facing a Mutated Beast that wasn't killed in a single hit and was further enraged was not a pleasant experience.

"You said that when pursuing girls, you should chase strangers instead of looking for them among your circle of friends."

"It seems that the encounter between two strangers will greatly increase their vigilance, but in fact, girls tend to be more guarded in front of people they know."

"Especially in front of friends of friends, they pay particular attention to their external image, for fear of their image collapsing."

"In this situation, it may be a little more difficult to initiate contact, but once you get to know each other, the feelings between the two will heat up quickly."

"Because the girl can have fewer worries, such as not having to worry about collapsing her image in front of you, not having to worry about drifting away from some good friends if she breaks up with you, not having to worry about you knowing about her past dark history, etc."

"In short, Mr. Jacob, you said that if you meet an attractive stranger, you can try to approach her and the chance of success is high, right?"

"I think I did say that. What's the matter?"

After checking all the Firearms in his arms, Kerr Cowell looked up at Scar Dog with a hint of puzzlement: "Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"

"Before crossing over, I was always pursuing a girl. I followed your teaching but failed... It's not like what you said at all."

"Tsk."

Kerr Cowell shook his head and laughed. He patted Scar Dog on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Sometimes, we must learn to adapt."

"For example, we can't force someone who hates coriander to eat it for every meal."

"Likewise, we can't expect a girl whose ex-boyfriends were all fitness trainers to like someone as skinny as you, right?"

Shock flashed in Scar Dog's eyes: "Mr. Jacob, how do you know her ex-boyfriends were all fitness trainers? I didn't know about it."

"Sigh."

Kerr Cowell shook his head helplessly: "Most entrepreneurs fail because they lack adequate market research."

"So, to defeat other competitors, you just need to do two things."

"First, gather more information about them."

"Second, avoid revealing more information about yourself."

"Like now──"

After wiping his hand cannon with a white towel, Kerr Cowell looked at Scar Dog and grinned: "Culver knows less about me than I know about him."

"So, he will lose."

Then he strode forward.

Scar Dog nodded thoughtfully, murmuring as if he understood but still puzzled.

"So, next time I should go for a girl whose ex-boyfriends were all skinny, right?"

"Wait, Mr. Jacob!"

Seeing Kerr Cowell's retreating figure, Scar Dog couldn't help but chase after him: "Mr. Jacob, you interrupted my train of thought. I mean, I haven't had a girlfriend in my entire life."

"In case I fail this time."

"Please remember to burn me some extra girls."

"Otherwise, I won't rest in peace."

"You won't fail."

"Really?"

"Have I ever lied to you?"

"Quite a few times."

"Well, this time is definitely true."

...

Before long.

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog held their breath and sneaked into the huge Ruins Site in front of them.

They didn't take much effort.

After all, besides the few armed security guards, there were no defensive measures in place for the ruins. Considering it was just a Ruins Site, there seemed no need to have any defensive measures.

The movement routes of the security guards were all too familiar to them.

They easily infiltrated the area.

In a short time.

The pair approached a pile of ruins next to several toppled shipping containers. They held their breath and faintly heard very quiet conversations.

Culver and his men were hiding here.

These shipping containers served as their temporary base in the Ruins Site.

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog exchanged glances.

They didn't bother hiding anymore. They boldly stood up from their hiding place, making some footstep noises.

They took out a flashlight and pointed it towards the shipping containers, making more indistinct conversational sounds.

Soon.

The area around the shipping containers fell completely silent.

An eerie silence.

Accompanied by the rustling sound, Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog, who were staring at the shipping containers, clearly saw the cloaks draped behind them shake a few times.