Super Gene Ⅱ: Evolution

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Not a Beggar

“Haha, I have finally returned.”

In the midst of the desert, Ximen Swordsman excitedly let out a long howl to the sky; he had finally teleported back to this desert.

He wanted to quickly find the location of that sand shell in the hopes of getting there before that person and digging out all the Green Crystal Eggs.

Summoning a mount, Ximen Swordsman surveyed the environment and then galloped off in one direction.

After half a day’s travel, Ximen Swordsman suddenly heard some noises from the left side of the desert. Curious and hesitating for a moment, he headed left to see what was happening.

Not far into his run, he saw the corpses of Green Crystal Warriors scattered everywhere, likely numbering in the thousands, along with the bodies of Blue Crystal Warriors and Purple Crystal Warriors, and even a Red Crystal Warrior.

Near these bodies, a man and a woman stood watching him.

“The playboy?” Ximen Swordsman took a careful look and recognized the man, his heart growing cold.

He knew of Mutator Lin Shen and had seen some images of Lin Shen, but his impression was that Lin Shen only had some special things about him, and his strength itself didn’t seem formidable.

But seeing so many Green Crystal Warriors and mutated warriors killed, if it was the work of Lin Shen, then his strength was not as simple as it seemed.

With a thought, Ximen Swordsman rode his mount closer to Lin Shen, dismounted and said with a smile, “I am Ximen Swordsman. I have long heard of the playboy’s great name, and truly, beneath a famous name there is no lack of substance. To be able to kill so many Green Crystal Warriors and mutated warriors, your strength is indeed greater than the rumors have suggested.”

“You flatter me,” Lin Shen responded politely.

He had heard the sound of hooves just a moment ago, and he had not expected Ximen Swordsman to be the one who came. He thought to himself, “What fate to encounter this guy in the desert again.”

Lin Shen had no intention of dwelling on past issues with him and planned to pacify him with a few words and send him on his way.

As for the corpses on the ground, Lin Shen had no intention of taking them; if Ximen Swordsman wanted them, he could take them.

Ximen Swordsman was about to say something when he suddenly took a strong sniff with his nose, as if he detected an odd smell in the air.

“Are you the harsh one?” Ximen Swordsman’s expression suddenly changed, pointing at Lin Shen and exclaimed.

Lin Shen was slightly startled, not expecting Ximen Swordsman to recognize him.

The environment had been so dark, and Lin Shen had been wearing a battle helmet, his face had not been exposed, so Ximen Swordsman shouldn’t have been able to recognize him.

Thinking about Ximen Swordsman’s forceful sniffing action just now, Lin Shen had a sudden realization, “Is this guy a dog or what? He can distinguish people by scent.”

“Very well, very well, I had not expected the playboy to be such a harsh person. Today is a good day to settle our score,” Ximen Swordsman exclaimed, drawing his sword and pointing at Lin Shen.

“We don’t have much of a grudge between us, do we? It’s just each seeking their own advantage,” Lin Shen, who had other things on his mind, was not in the mood for a lengthy discussion and pointing to the bodies on the ground, he said, “If you feel short-changed, you can take all these as compensation.”

At these words, Ximen Swordsman was taken aback and then became furious, “What do you take Ximen Swordsman for? I am not a beggar. If I want something, I will take it by force; I don’t need charity from others.”

Lin Shen listened, completely baffled, thinking, “What sort of logic is this? You refuse what’s offered and insist on taking by force; is being a robber now a matter of pride?”

As if noticing Lin Shen’s thoughts, Ximen Swordsman proudly flicked his sword and declared, “Waiting for others’ charity is gaining without effort. Robbing by one’s own hand is relying on skill, and the effort you put in makes it completely different.”

“You don’t seem to be wrong,” Lin Shen suddenly felt that the Ximen Swordsman seemed to make some sense.

Of course, that’s assuming the Ximen Swordsman wasn’t robbing him. If it’s his stuff being stolen, then all that reasoning goes out the window.

“Alright, you tell me how you want to rob, the items are right here, feel free to take them,” Lin Shen said, pointing to the body of the mutant warrior on the ground.

Now the Ximen Swordsman was stumped; Lin Shen had made it clear that he could take whatever he wanted. If he robbed him, it seemed inappropriate, but not robbing also seemed wrong.

“Still not enough for you? I also have some Base Mutation Fluid; you can take that too,” Lin Shen said as he threw several bags of Base Mutation Fluid on the ground.

After all, he was going to be teleported back soon, and during the imminent life-or-death battle, having these encumbrances wouldn’t be convenient. He never intended to take them with him anyway.

The Ximen Swordsman was a bit taken aback; why were today’s tough guys so different from the tough guys from that day?

If it weren’t for his absolute confidence in his sense of smell, the Ximen Swordsman would almost suspect he had tracked down the wrong person.

The Ximen Swordsman wasn’t afraid of a fierce opponent, but Lin Shen’s behavior was so unexpected that he didn’t know how to proceed.

“If you’re worried I have some scheme up my sleeve, or afraid that I might ambush you, that’s fine, we can leave now,” Lin Shen said as he prepared to leave with Lin Miao.

“Wait a moment,” the Ximen Swordsman saw Lin Shen really meant to leave immediately, and his suspicions suddenly decreased by a great deal.

“Is there anything else? If you want something else, just say it,” Lin Shen turned back and asked.

“Have you contracted some incurable disease?” the Ximen Swordsman stared at Lin Shen and asked tentatively.

If someone doesn’t have a terminal illness, how can they suddenly become so devoid of desires? Especially someone like Lin Shen who, in the past, would rather resort to such extreme measures rather than let him take anything, it was even less likely for him to be without desires.

If Lin Shen had indeed been diagnosed with a terminal illness, then no matter how much the Ximen Swordsman stole, it would all feel pointless; and he, the Ximen Swordsman, hadn’t fallen so low as to steal from a dying man.

“Incurable disease?” Lin Shen was taken aback.

“If it’s not a terminal illness, what does this mean?” the Ximen Swordsman asked, pointing to the things on the ground.

“They’re no longer needed,” Lin Shen said with a smile.

“How can they not be needed? That’s mutated Base Mutation Fluid, isn’t it? Don’t tell me your Base Mutation rate is already full?” The Ximen Swordsman didn’t believe Lin Shen’s words. Who would think there’s too much mutated Base Mutation Fluid? Even if he couldn’t use it himself, he could sell it for a good price.

“You don’t know what happened at Sea Corn Base?” Since this matter was bound to be widely known later on, Lin Shen had nothing to hide and briefly explained his current predicament.

“The Mutator from the Wan Family trapped you at Sea Corn Base? And you teleported to Realm King Planet? There were no images of you in the Sky Vault projections before; that is to say, you have a teleporter that can get you to Realm King Planet any time?” The Ximen Swordsman suddenly thought of a lot of things.

“Correct,” Lin Shen readily admitted.

After the battle with the Wan Family, probably no one would be unaware of this, so there was no point in hiding it anymore.

“I see,” the Ximen Swordsman pondered for a moment and nodded, “No wonder you’re so without desires; it’s more or less the same as having an incurable illness, since it’s a guaranteed death situation anyway.”

“Why don’t you give me all the good stuff you have on you now? Your pets are pretty good, and the Pet Launcher is nice too. And the thing that the Wan Family wants, give it to me now, so that those people from the Wan Family won’t get it cheaply, and you can also vent some anger for yourself,” the Ximen Swordsman’s face was filled with the words ‘shameless.’