Meddling in Other People’s Business!

Even with a gun on his temple, Elrond was not flustered at all.

"You f*cking do business like this, driving up prices in such a way?"

"You're the customer who is hard to please. But now you're accusing me. How can you do this? Haven't we agreed on this?

"You are willing to buy, and I am willing to sell. 250 bullets, not a single one less. How can you call me a profiteer?"

He put down his gun and shouted, "Everyone, come and take a look. This person is really interesting. He wants to blackmail me."

Lots of men streamed out from their buses. Some were holding knives, and others wielded iron bars.

All of them walked over with menacing expressions.

"I run into buyers like you a few times yearly.

"If you don't want to buy my stuff, then get lost. I'll return your 50 bullets. We agreed on a price, but you went back on your word. Can 60 bullets exchange for so many supplies?

"Guys, please be my judge."

60 bullets in exchange for all the supplies on the table was indeed the normal exchange value.

The people around nodded their heads and whispered to each other.

"This buyer is so hard to please. Is the pricing considered high? What's wrong with spending 10 more bullets for the exchange?"

Some people knew the inside story, but they chose not to say anything and just watched quietly.

Fatty looked around and smiled complacently. He took out 50 bullets from his pocket and said, "Young man, one must be honest.

"Otherwise, you will be in big trouble."

Elrond sneered, "Yes, one must be honest. Otherwise, you will be in big trouble."

"For example—"

At this moment, Elrond's mechanical arm had already touched the gun in his backpack. He could end Fatty's life in the next moment.

He was enraged. He had encountered profiteers before this, but this was the first time he met one who babbled nonsense.

"Stop it, Ike. What are you doing? Why are you scamming people again?"

A middle-aged Caucasian walked out.

The fatty's expression was bitter as he said, "Victor, why are you meddling in other people's business again?"

Victor did not say anything. He walked to Ike and stretched his hand out.

The people around discussed in low voices and looked fearfully at Victor.

It was apparent that Victor had some prestige amongst the nomads.

Ike took out a dozen of bullets and returned them to Elrond.

Victor looked at Elrond, and the latter silently shook his head.

Ike said, "Kid, don't go too far. Don't think that there's someone here to protect you, so you can—"

Before he could finish, Victor smacked the back of his head and said, "Stop playing the fool. Take out all his bullets. You can't fool me."

Ike had a bitter expression on his face. In the end, he had no choice but to take out all the bullets.

"Victor, my supplies are worthless. I'll give them to you tomorrow."

Ike wanted to say something, but Victor pretended that he was going to give him another beating.

Ike stopped talking and ran inside his bus.

He had developed a fear from past beatings.

The window opened and Ike said, "Buddy, someone's paying for your bill. Do you want to buy a car? Don't tell me you want to walk out of this desert with just your legs?"

Elrond stopped in his tracks.

Victor said, "Kiddo, you can buy a car if you need it. I'll make sure he doesn't overcharge you for it."

After leaving the forest, he would have to move forward. Only god knows how far this desert stretched out.

But if he drove, there would not be any problem.

The wind and sand would cover all his tracks.

It would be even more difficult for New Life Organization to chase after him.

However, if there was a problem with the car, it would be a different story.

Although Victor could protect him, how was he going to guarantee that the car would be fine?

"That Fatty? It's not that I don't want the car. I don't have money. Everything here is too expensive."

Fatty refused to give up and said, "You don't have enough? No problem, I can give you a discount. You have so many bullets with you so you must have a gun, right? How about exchanging your gun for a car?"

"No thanks. Don't worry about me. Your things are way too expensive." Elrond said and waved his hand.

Victor said, "You're not in a hurry to leave now, right? There will be a sandstorm tonight. Why don't you spend the night at my house?"

Elrond hesitated for a moment, and he nodded.

The weather in the desert was indeed unpredictable.

Even if there was a weather forecast, it was impossible to verify if it was true.

If there was a sandstorm, Elrond would be in danger.

Humans were very weak against the forces of nature.

Even if their bodies had been modified, or they wore a mecha, it was still impossible to fight against nature.

The sandstorm at night was too dangerous.

He followed Victor to the corner of a big hill.

There was a building that looked like a yurt.

Viktor said proudly, "This is also a car, but it was a truck before. I modified it to look like this.

"A truck's driving force is much stronger than a bus.

"In case of an emergency, it's easier to make a quick escape with everyone."

Elon felt that the tall man in front of him was rather honest. He asked puzzledly, "Why are you with a group of people like them?"

Victor was surprised.

Was there such an ignorant person in this world?

"They are just a bunch of pitiful people. They are humans who had been sifted out by the era.

"Perhaps one day, humans will be eliminated by the interstella civilization."

As they spoke, the two of them walked into the building.

The house was a formal two bedroom apartment.

When the woman saw a guest, she quickly went to prepare some food and wine.

"I saved you because I see that you're one of my kind. It was also a helpless move for me to form a group with these people.

"The current six major countries of the human race and New Life Organization can't accommodate refugees like us.

"We are the products who had been eliminated by the era."

Victor raised his wine glass and just drank the whole glass of wine without saying a toast.

How would Elrond not understand this?

The human civilization from the Voyage world was almost at its limit.

Humans from over 200 countries had flourished and developed. If not for the appearance of the interstella civilization, they might continue to develop further.

But it was right until the powerful interstella civilization descended, did the humans of all countries realize that humans had to unite.

Otherwise, with so many countries divided, how were they going to unify with the interstella civilization?

This ideological trend was avant-garde, just like the reform movement from ancient times to the present.

Of course, this trend was ostracized by the leaders of many countries.

But—

It was the change of a great era, an unstoppable historical step.

Humans did not want to be extinct, so they eventually merged with the interstella civilization.

Under this ideological trend, there were endless wars.

The constant wars made it seem as though the end of the world was coming.

In the end, the entire world was constantly in a repeated cycle of negotiation and wars. Some small countries were destroyed and erased from history.

In the end, there were only six large countries left on Earth.

There were also some extended families. The Edwards was one of them.

The current Edwards family had the power to rival a country.

New Life Organization was the antagonist against the six major countries. It formed a stronghold and was known as the King of the underground.

Be it the six major countries, New Life Organization, or the extended families, there was nothing wrong with taking a stand. They were just sticking to their beliefs.

But, some countries had their own standards and moral bottom lines while sticking to their stand.

As for some organizations, families, or New Life Organization, they were more extreme. They did not have any bottom line, and they kept on fighting.

These nomads were not willing to be part of these, so the human race abandoned them.

They could only live on Earth, leading a life that was constantly on the move.

They also had to resist the attacks from New Life Organizations or the six major countries.

The nomads' evolution had accelerated in the past 100 years.

Some of them even got married and gave birth to a new skin color within their groups.

Even the ordinary white, black, and yellow races had become incomparably brave. Their physical qualities were superb.

Even if they did not train, their skills were easily comparable to fourth or fifth-grade warriors.

However, the nomads were scattered all over the world.

Elrond had merely encountered a small branch.

Just then, the woman had already filled the table with dishes.

The three of them sat at a table, leaving an open seat on the side.

Seeing this, Elrond went to take a look.

Victor said, "That's my son's seat. That's strange. This kid had been out for such a long time today, but he still hasn't returned."

At this moment, Elrond heard a familiar voice from outside the door.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

There was a hint of anger in this voice.

When he opened the door, the young man immediately saw Elrond.

"You—"