Free Web NovelChapter 102: Chapter 102: Everything’s Settled
In just a few breaths, a group of people left behind an arm and hurried away.
Fanben finished all this, then walked over ingratiatingly toward where Flying Tiger was.
"Boss, everything’s taken care of." He rubbed his hands together. "These guys are totally clueless."
"Do you think those things were taken by Jiang Che and his crew?" Fanben asked cautiously. He was a bit annoyed at his squad always being the scapegoat.
He’d known about those art pieces since before the trip to the mental hospital, but they hadn’t taken any.
Of course, part of the reason was Jiang Che and the others hesitated, feeling awkward about it.
But the bigger reason—those art pieces were only slightly attractive to the rich boss types. After all, these people always see the world through a business lens, believing that no matter how much the world changes, the value of art collectibles still has a meaning of their own.
Especially after the chaos, these collectibles became rarer and rarer. Craftsmen dwindled. Humans always have these sorts of spiritual needs.
Even if these things don’t make anyone stronger.
But that’s only for a few people; for bottom-tier survivors like them, these things are expensive, incomprehensible, can’t be eaten, and there’s no way to sell them from home.
"Right? But who cares." Flying Tiger didn’t give a damn, didn’t mind being used as a pawn. "Consider it a goodwill gesture. Compared to some unnecessary reputation, people like Xiong Jie or Jiang Che matter way more."
"Alright, boss lady, I get it." Fanben took a deep breath. "Boss lady, I..."
He wanted to ask about his position.
"You’re strong and you work hard, but to be a captain, to grow, you need more than just strength." Flying Tiger’s voice was soft. She sat in the passenger seat, gazing out the window in profile.
Her eyes flicked toward the driver’s seat, and Fanben obediently took the wheel.
"Next dungeon, you bring a few newbies, guarantee a 40% survival rate, and you’ll get your squad leader position back."
"Thank you, boss lady!"
"Are we still waiting for their call from Jiang Che’s side?" Fanben started the engine and drove toward the main road.
"Nope. We’ll call them first soon." Flying Tiger’s lips curled up. "Since the other side’s waiting so calmly, let’s take the initiative. If you give others the chance, it won’t end well for us."
Heading toward the city, Jiang Che finally saw what real bustle looked like for the first time.
He realized what he’d heard from those mental hospital staff barely scratched the surface.
The city’s prosperity went way beyond his imagination.
On the way to City First Hospital, he saw even more people—missing arms and legs everywhere.
"There are lots more recovering at home." Xiong Jie said, then led Jiang Che toward the archive room.
No one was outside the archive room, only a QR code on the door.
Xiong Jie deftly whipped out his phone and scanned the code twice.
[Payment successful, confirmed number: two people.]
A mechanical female voice broadcasted from the electronic screen.
Jiang Che was a little stunned—so you have to pay to check records too?
"Back then, these records weren’t allowed for outsiders, something about patient privacy." Xiong Jie walked right in. "But later, regular folks wanted to see what kind of injuries the people coming back from weird dungeons actually had."
"So-called medical privacy became irrelevant. But the humane part is, this system works well: whatever records you take from the cabinet or look up online, when you leave, it recognizes that record’s chip, and the money you pay for checking records, they split a share to the patient." He was pretty satisfied with this feature—patients need money, viewers pay money, it’s win-win.
"Forget about privacy, secret illnesses, whatever. It’s the apocalypse—who still cares about that stuff? Might die any second; what’s the point of leaving a clean reputation?" Xiong Jie chuckled, then walked to the computer and started typing Jiang Che’s friend’s info.
Jiang Che stood quietly at his side, watching him quickly enter the friend’s name in the search.
There were too many cabinets here, too many records—going through them one at a time would take forever.
The archive room was super quiet; almost nobody came here usually.
The unique scent of wood from the records mixed with the hospital’s disinfectant smell, making the archive room’s odor uniquely hard to stand.
The ancient computer spun for ages before a few records with the name Feng Xiang Ren popped up.
After filtering by time, Xiong Jie quickly found the person Jiang Che was looking for.
Jiang Che stared intently at the screen—there was no info about whether the transplant succeeded or failed, only that two people were pushed into the operating room.
The archive abruptly ended; not even all the words finished.
"Guess someone was updating the file while waiting. The software now automatically saves every few minutes. The rest—probably all the hospital staff were summoned into the dungeon."
"Cheng, there’s something I need to tell you first."
"No matter what his state was before entering the dungeon, whether the heart had been taken..."
"He must’ve already been anesthetized."
"Hospitals have the lowest dungeon survival rate in history, because most people are elderly, sick, and weak, basically no fighting power."
When weirdness descends on reality, the easiest place for humans to fall is hospitals.
Jiang Che nodded silently. Xiong Jie didn’t say much more. Partings and death—one of life’s most important lessons.
"Three days left till weirdness comes to reality. Before that, I’ll take you to learn another life lesson."
"What?"
"Deal with the traitor." Xiong Jie thought of that nephew who tricked him into recuperating at Red Pearl Mental Hospital, and sneered coldly.
Xiong Jie left the hospital with Jiang Che, escaping the oppressive disinfectant odor, and felt a surge of energy and spirit.
Ping—
Xiong Jie heard a mailbox notification. He took out his phone and spotted the latest email at a glance.
[A little welcome gift—Flying Tiger Organization]
He opened it—turned out it was a file on his nephew. That nephew, knowing Xiong Jie had made it out alive, had gone into hiding and spent a ton of money, hiring a tier-six survivor as his bodyguard.
Xiong Jie saw his nephew had hired a tier-six survivor and couldn’t help laughing, almost pissed off. The cost for a tier-six survivor—his assets could barely afford a long-term contract.
That nephew definitely realized Jiang Che was tier-five peak, so picked a tier-six.
Though furious, he didn’t rush over at once.
Instead, he stopped at a phone shop to get Jiang Che a phone.
He wanted to go home and take revenge, but he understood priorities. Any action taken outside was always centered around Jiang Che.
Watching Xiong Jie go into the phone store with Jiang Che to buy a phone, the Flying Tiger Squad trailing behind couldn’t help but joke, "Bet you never thought Xiong Jie would treat that mental patient so well."
