Chapter 29: "As for my character, you can find out by asking around, I never break my words."

And today, they had an important task to accomplish.

Kerr and Culver disregarded the kill rankings announcement.

After all, it didn't matter much to them.

The Mechanical Race overwhelmingly occupied the top three on the kill rankings, slaughtering thousands of people within a day.

It was undoubtedly the result of using high-casualty weapons.

However, they hadn't heard a thing, which suggested that they were not in the central battleground.

No surprise that the Mechanical Race was far ahead.

It was expected.

After all, this Battle of All Races was home-field for the Mechanical Race, while other races were just transplanted into this world.

Only the Mechanical Race maintained its civilization as a whole.

Such achievement didn't surprise him at all, it even seems a little low to him.

..

Soon enough.

Kerr and Culver discreetly arrived deeper within the Ruins Site.

They indeed saw the Ruins Field Director assigning people to collect the Semi-Scrap Items, which was a good sign for them.

At least it meant that the Ruins Field Director hadn't discerned their identities yet.

If he had, there would have been no need to dispatch people to collect the Semi-Scrap Items.

The two men exchanged a glance, feeling slightly more assured.

They silently left the Ruins Site without attracting attention.

This time.

They drove out Culver's home-made Armored Off-road Vehicle.

"Not bad."

Scar Dog grinned, "Finally, we have our own transportation. It's just a bit of a letdown that it lacks a built-in air conditioner."

The off-road vehicle looked grimy, probably hasn't been washed in days.

There were scars and rust all over the bumper.

Roughly welded with metal sheets for protection, the driver's cabin had a reinforced net across the window for deflecting stray bullets.

It probably wouldn't hold up against heavy machine guns or rocket launchers.

Kerr got into the vehicle, pulled out an Energy Block from his pocket, opened the bin beneath the handle, and pushed the Energy Block in.

Then, all the small indicators lit up on the panel.

"Hm."

Kerr just shook his head without saying a word. He placed the rifle in the driver's seat, buckled up, and drove towards the entrance of the Ruins Site.

With dust flying up and waves of heat hitting them head-on.

"Oho!!"

Scar Dog was sticking his upper body out the window, excitedly banging on the car door, and looking at the desolated wilderness around him as he laughed outrageously.

...

Soon after.

The two men arrived at the front gate of the Ruins Site.

As for the familiar security guard, he was still at his post. This time he didn't say much, just scanned the noticeable worn-out off-road vehicle, and let them pass.

Kerr didn't say anything either. He drove straight to the office of the field director.

He picked up the rifle from the dashboard, put on the handbrake, and got out of the vehicle.

As soon as he got out, he saw the smiling director walking out of his office. The director greeted Kerr joyfully, "Brother, I have been waiting for you."

"5000 Semi-Scrap Items have been prepared already!"

"All are here."

"I had people painstakingly collecting them all night."

"Cash for goods, the Cold Wolf Gang wouldn't be tricking me, right?"

With that, the director stared at Kerr with a sarcastic smile, glanced casually at the heavy machine guns around the office, and finally lowered his eyes to the wristwatch in his hand.

"Time slips away when you get old."

Kerr glanced at the four heavy machine guns and kept quiet.

The wristwatch was obviously a threat, a remote control to activate these heavy machine guns.

"Of course."

He looked around, paused for a moment, then started to laugh lightly, "At least let us see the goods? As long as we see the goods, we'll pay immediately. No backing out."

"My reputation is well-known. I never break my promise."

"Good."

The slightly obese director clapped his hands, shaking the fat on his face, and laughed, "Naturally."

"You all, come with me and show this boss to the goods."

"Yes."

"Little brother, the goods are ready, but your off-road vehicle..."

Testing the waters, the director squinted his eyes at the scarred off-road vehicle, "Your off-road vehicle can't possibly carry 5000 Semi-Scrap Items."

"You don't seem sincere about this trade."

"Are you done asking?"

Kerr seemed a little impatient with a cold face, "The Semi-Scrap Items aren't valuable in the first place. We're basically giving you free money, not begging to trade with you."

"There is more than one ruins site in City 18."

"The Cold Wolf Gang has a couple of Spatial Items."

The director was taken aback for a moment, initially unable to respond when Kerr's tone suddenly turned serious. Seeing that, he also didn't dare to probe any further.

Laughing nonchalantly, the director tried to smooth things over, "Can't believe I forgot that the Cold Wolf Gang has the means to get Spatial Items."

"Alright, alright, let's take you to see the goods."

...

Very shortly.

Under the lead of the director and six fully-equipped security guards, Kerr and his party didn't have to walk far to spot the Semi-Scrap Items piled up like a small hill.

Just right, all stacked in a clearly newly tidied ground.

"Would you like to check?"

"No need."

Kerr looked satisfied, staring at the mountain-like pile of Semi-Scrap Items in front of him. He could already faintly see his Gun Turret that had been enhanced several times.

Then he glanced at the six cool-faced security guards behind him, all armed, standing behind the director.

He leaned in close and whispered into the director's ear.

"Can you ask your security staff to step a bit further away, with their backs to us?"

"You know... fewer people knowing certain things, the better."

"Hahahaha."

Seeing Kerr's smooth smile, the director laughed timely too. He waved his hand full of understanding, "Rest assured, brother. I get it."

Then, he gestured an order.

And the six security guards all stepped ten steps back in unison, with their backs turned.

"You."

Kerr turned to Scar Dog calmly, "You also step aside."

"Yes."

Scar Dog nodded, and then walked towards where the six security guards had retreated.

The director watched Scar Dog's retreating figure, a touch of surprise flickered in his eyes: "Brother, you're really cautious, not even letting your own men stay?"

"Actually... it's just about taking a little kickback, there's no need to be this nervous."

"I know about the Cold Wolf Gang too, all your members down the line are taking kickbacks. It's very normal."

"Mark formality, a show for saving face, then we're good."