Chapter Forty: The Army Mobilizes

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Balenciaga paired with Hua Nu Tian Lun?
Enduring bonus, attack speed bonus...
From now on, when I go out and brag, I can finally say that legendary line:
I’ve never worn this, but my shoulders have borne it!

In the latter half of the night, Baixing pleaded for mercy in every way, but Fang Xia seemed not to hear...
Finally, not until four in the morning did the two of them fall asleep in each other’s arms on the big bed, drifting into dreams.

...

The next morning, Fang Xia walked out of the room feeling refreshed, and casually cooked himself a bowl of instant hotpot.
With a can of meat and a soda, this was the life—leisurely and content.

By eight o’clock, the girls also got up on time and left their tents.
“Brother Fang, where’s Baixing?”
Liu Rui looked around, and seeing only Fang Xia, asked the question.
“Uh… she’s not feeling well today. I’ll go with you guys instead. You arrange things, and I’ll follow your lead.”
[Thank goodness I was smart last night and went to sleep in the tent, otherwise, I’d have been driven mad by those two.]
Looking at the other young ladies, each one wore a meaningful expression as they glanced at him, and many craned their necks to see what was happening in the room.
Fang Xia’s embarrassment grew, and he quickly scarfed down the remaining food, wiped his mouth, and stood up.
“It’s getting late, let’s head out.”
At the mention of leaving, the girls shifted their attention.
Today was their first day after leveling up, and each of them brimmed with ambition.
Especially after learning last night that thirty percent of their spoils would be distributed directly among everyone, their enthusiasm soared even higher.
Liu Rui, as the chief steward, had already stuffed her spatial ring with all sorts of goods. Yesterday, she’d only shown a glimpse, and that was enough to drive the girls mad in this post-apocalyptic world.
Dior, Estée Lauder… all kinds of high-end cosmetics and skincare products.
Many of these items they wouldn’t have splurged on before the apocalypse, but now, as long as they contributed, they could exchange for them.
So, today, everyone was fired up and eager to perform well.
With Fang Xia himself leading the team, their motivation was even higher.
Without Baixing by his side, maybe Brother Fang would take a liking to one of them? Then, wouldn’t everything they wanted be within reach?
Fang Xia was unaware of their inner thoughts, only thinking that they seemed overly excited—maybe a side effect of leveling up?

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“Let’s go.”
Finally, at Liu Rui’s command, the Amazonian army reemerged in a whole new light.
In the lobby, two young ladies who had become Tier 1 Fighters the previous day took the initiative, and within two minutes, wiped out all the zombies inside.
Exiting the hotel, the thirty young women, under Liu Rui’s command, split into three groups. Two groups, in a vanguard formation, launched a crushing assault, while the third group was responsible for collecting upgrade crystals.
Every twenty minutes, the groups rotated, ensuring everyone’s stamina was preserved.
Fang Xia strolled leisurely behind the squad, only intervening if a Tier 2 zombie appeared.
Sweeping through everything in their path, this feeling left the girls with heads held high—it was exhilarating.
[What the hell is going on? How are these women so fierce?]
[Am I seeing things? Is this a massacre?]
[Who’s that man in the middle, surrounded by so many beautiful girls, not even lifting a finger? How lucky can you get?]
Although no one spoke openly, Fang Xia still heard these whispered discussions, all oozing with envy.
Fang Xia was thoroughly enjoying himself, considering whether he should accompany them on more runs in the future.

“Brother Fang, Tier 2 zombie ahead!”
A startled cry snapped Fang Xia back to reality. Up ahead, a Tier 2 zombie was already approaching.
Courting death.
Fang Xia was furious, and the consequences would be dire.
“Stand back!”
With a loud command, the girls scattered.
Fang Xia leapt forward, raising his war blade high, neither dodging nor flinching.
A flash of the blade streaked across the sky, causing many onlookers to blink involuntarily.

“Damn, that’s fast!”
A bystander couldn’t help but speak out loud.
“So strong, so fierce—I really like it.”
More than a few women watched Fang Xia with shining eyes. In the apocalypse, following a man like this was the only way to feel safe.
Meanwhile, Fang Xia’s team of young ladies stood tall and proud—see that? That’s our Brother Fang, our man.

Wherever there was a Tier 2 zombie, there would always be airdrop crates. Fang Xia had long deduced this, and sure enough, not far ahead, an airdrop crate stood in the center of the road.
Liu Rui immediately ordered the team to charge forward—no way would they let bystanders take advantage.

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The people around were sensible enough. No one dared to provoke the tiger at such a time, and they all moved aside. The Amazonian squad easily fought their way to the crate and surrounded it.

“Brother Fang, we found an upgrade crystal!”
A young lady who had just searched a corpse ran over excitedly, holding a jade-green upgrade crystal in her hand.
“Excellent, a great start! Tell Liu Rui to note your credit and collect your reward from her tonight.”
Beaming, the girl looked at Fang Xia and then turned to Liu Rui.
“I know what you want—don’t look so eager. Isn’t it just that limited edition Dior lipstick? You’ll get it tonight.”
Liu Rui, seeing the anticipation in the girl’s eyes, replied helplessly.

“Lipstick? What’s that, is it food or drink?”
A man who’d been single for thirty years perfectly embodied the saying, “If you don’t understand something, just ask.”
“Seriously, have you no sense? Are you blind? Look at those girls—they’re all in new clothes and clearly just bathed. Do you think people like that are short on food?”
A girl nearby replied with disdain.
“Exactly. I want to join them. With their strength, could they possibly lack food? I want to shower, I want lipstick—I haven’t done my makeup in ages.”
Her words struck a chord with many of the younger women nearby, who looked at Fang Xia’s group with undisguised envy.
Liu Rui, of course, heard all of this.
Since they had just cleared this area of zombies, quite a few survivors—both men and women—had gathered nearby.
“We’re recruiting. Anyone interested can join, but there are requirements.”
“You must be a female university student, currently enrolled, and register with your student ID.”
This requirement had been agreed upon by Liu Rui and Fang Xia.
In the apocalypse, you couldn’t just recruit a bunch of old hands or freeloaders, so young people were best—they had stronger fighting power.
But another issue arose: with so many girls already in the team, adding a few men could easily cause chaos, so males were excluded entirely.
Fang Xia had no objection. He knew that in the previous life, Liu Rui had led an all-female team whose fighting power was no less than that of any men.
After careful discussion, Liu Rui decided only to recruit female students, and only those currently enrolled.
Such recruits hadn’t yet entered society, were relatively pure-hearted, and much easier to manage.