Chapter 868: Sleeping Is Not Allowed Here

"Which faction?"

This question left Zhou Huai baffled.

Being a newcomer who was completely in the dark about the situation in the Free Federation, how could he possibly know anything about factions?

He glanced at the black dudes in the car.

Aside from the dreadlocked man playing with a dagger in the passenger seat, three heavily tattooed big guys were crammed in the back, holding Demonic Energy heavy machine guns with their muzzles intentionally or unintentionally aimed at him.

Through Rahil's perception, Zhou Huai instantly saw through their background.

Four Professionals just over level 40.

They might be considered decent hands in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of a Half-step Transcendent like him, they were utterly insignificant.

However, these people clearly didn't realize this, and their gazes grew increasingly unbridled.

Regardless of what Zhou Huai answered, they clearly intended to make a move.

"Aren't you in a hurry to provide support ahead?" Zhou Huai pointed at the abandoned motel still engaged in a firefight in the distance, his tone calm, "What's the deal with turning back to deal with a passerby like me?"

"A passerby?" The dreadlocked man sneered, patting the car door with his dagger, "In this wilderness, there are no passersby, only prey."

Zhou Huai let out a helpless sigh.

He originally wanted to keep a low profile, but trouble insisted on knocking on his door.

"Forget it." Zhou Huai raised his head. "Lend me your car to drive."

This answer left the black dude in the passenger seat somewhat dumbfounded.

The dagger in his hand paused in mid-air. He froze for two seconds, looking at Zhou Huai as if he were an idiot. "What do you mean? Is your head full of water, kid?"

The people in the back seat could no longer wait.

"Why waste words with him!" A fierce-looking black dude pulled the bolt of his gun, glaring viciously at Zhou Huai. "This fellow looks just like those hypocrites from the Holy See! Kill him and strip his clothes to see if there's anything valuable!"

"Kill him!"

The few of them quickly got out of the car, pulled out their weapons, and prepared to strike.

The Demonic Energy heavy machine gun opened fire directly, and the dreadlocked man also gripped a venom-coated dagger and lunged at Zhou Huai's throat.

"Go to hell, pretty boy!" A cruel smile appeared on the dreadlocked man's face.

However, the next second, he froze.

There were no flashy skills, nor any energy fluctuations. Zhou Huai merely raised his hand, and two fingers steadily clamped onto the venom-coated dagger.

"What?!"

The dreadlocked man was terribly alarmed, feeling as though the dagger had stabbed into a steel plate. No matter how he urged his level-40 mana, he could not advance even an inch.

"Is that all the strength you have?" Zhou Huai spoke indifferently.

Immediately after, his fingers exerted force.

"Snap—"

That fine-steel dagger with armor-piercing attributes was actually snapped in half raw.

"This is impossible!" the dreadlocked man screamed out.

Zhou Huai didn't give him time to think, backhanding a slap across.

"Slap!"

The dreadlocked man flew backward entirely, heavily smashing into a rock a dozen meters away, and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with broken teeth.

The three big guys in the back holding machine guns and strafing were also dumbfounded. Demonic Energy bullets hit Zhou Huai, but they were all deflected by an invisible force field, falling all over the ground without even scraping a bit of skin on his ordinary casual clothes.

"Monster! He is a monster!"

Scared out of their wits, the three big guys dropped their guns and wanted to flee.

But in front of a Half-step Transcendent, they simply couldn't escape.

Half a minute later.

The four black dudes lay on the ground groaning in pain. Had they known this youth was a monster of this caliber, they wouldn't have dared to pick a fight even if they were given a hundred guts.

Zhou Huai patted the dust off his hands, sat in the driver's seat, and said to them: "Thanks."

"As expected, there are still many good people in the Free Federation."

"Someone gave me a car right after I landed."

With that, he stepped on the gas pedal and sped away.

The jeep sped along the wilderness highway.

Zhou Huai held the steering wheel with one hand while resting the other on the car window, feeling the dry hot wind unique to the Free Federation.

Passing through the winding mountain path, the silhouette of a massive city in the distance could already be seen.

That was a gigantic city where technology and magic intertwined, with steel skyscrapers and magical spires standing side by side, while flying vehicles and Professionals riding exotic beasts swept past in mid-air from time to time.

I have to admit, the Professionals of the Free Federation were quite bellicose.

Along this journey of less than two hundred kilometers, there were at least a dozen battles between Gangs of all sizes in the wild.

They arrayed their forces right on the highway for firefights. Various magical skills and physical battle techniques flew wildly across the wilderness.

There were more people than exotic beasts in the wild, and they were even more ferocious than the beasts.

Aside from these Gang firefights, Zhou Huai himself didn't encounter any less trouble.

Several waves of people attempted to highway-rob him, a straggler driving a beat-up car. Some set up roadblocks on the road, some descended from the sky in mechas, and others directly used Earth-element magic to alter the terrain in an attempt to trap him.

However, these were all persuaded to leave by him in a friendly manner.

For instance, the fellow blocking the road in a mecha was smashed ten meters deep into the ground along with his mecha by Zhou Huai with a single punch; for instance, the mage who laid the Earth-element trap was forcibly pushed into the pit he dug himself and cast into a statue with asphalt.

After experiencing a few exchanges, the surroundings of Zhou Huai's jeep finally became quiet.

Driving the car with one hand, a wave of puzzlement arose in his heart.

He had heard since childhood that the Free Federation was the place most yearned for by Professionals.

Technology was advanced there, and the civilization of Professionals flourished.

It possessed the freest trade and the most complete promotion system, and countless young Professionals of Great Xia Country dreamed of heading to the Free Federation for further studies one day.

How could it be so chaotic and unbearable?

Arson, murder, and looting could be seen everywhere, without any order to speak of.

It felt even worse than the public security of Donghai City.

Just as he was pondering, high up in the sky not far away, a dark shadow plummeted straight down and smashed fiercely onto the roof of the car.

"Boom—!!!"

The huge impact crushed the jeep's chassis, and all four tires blew out simultaneously. The car body slid for dozens of meters on the highway, plowing out several gullies before stopping.

If Zhou Huai hadn't timely released his power to protect the cab, both man and car would have long been smashed into an iron pancake.

With a dark face, Zhou Huai pushed open the severely deformed car door and walked down.

Lying on the roof of the car was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed young girl with dual wings growing from her back.

The girl wore damaged silver light armor, her body covered in scars, and fresh blood stained the two white wings on her back red. At this moment, she was on the verge of death, continuously letting out groans from her mouth.

Sensing Zhou Huai approaching, the girl struggled to open her eyes, her gaze dim yet revealing the intention to ask for help.

Her lips trembled slightly, too weak to make a sound, and she could only extend her blood-stained hand toward Zhou Huai.

Any normal man seeing this scene would probably feel a surge of protective desire.

But what was this supposed to be?

Are you trying to scam me?

Zhou Huai looked at her: "Ma'am, sleeping is not allowed here."