Chapter 1528 - 457: [Getting Even Closer!]_2

Chapter 1528: Chapter 457: [Getting Even Closer!]_2

Perhaps, can get more?

Even if it’s just a theoretical possibility in hope.

But, the huge change in destiny, this is an opportunity!

He seriously thought, if it were elsewhere, he’d have to wait a lifetime and still not hope to encounter another Extraordinary master!

On this land, life is cheap!

Money is what matters!

And an opportunity that can change one’s life is enough for many to risk everything!

Haid drove the car to the back of the hill, turned off the engine, extinguished the lights inside the car, and sat silently in the driver’s seat for a long time.

He reached for a pack of cigarettes beside him and lit one for himself.

Using the choking smoke to calm his chaotic thoughts.

Yes, he smoked — if he could kill, smoking was nothing.

The first night hadn’t passed when Haid behind the hill heard a series of loud explosions!

He froze for a moment, then jumped out of the car, and quickly climbed up the hill beside him.

Lying on the hilltop, he looked towards Gusanka City.

The northern area of the city was already ablaze!

Gunshots rang out intermittently...

Haid lay on the hill for a long time, not knowing when the gunfire ceased, yet he did not move.

This was the second time he had the urge to flee this place immediately.

His previous ambition and determination to make a life-altering gamble almost crumbled after the intense gunfire.

He was scared!

Those guns!

It’s started, it’s chaotic, totally chaotic!

If he continues to stay here, will there be danger?

Would the military from Gusanka City come out to pursue or search this area?

If discovered, would he be shot dead immediately?

He wavered, wanting to run.

But glancing back at the camper at the base of the hill, his wavering gaze regained firmness.

As dawn approached, in the distance on the road, military vehicles sped by, sand and dust rising high!

Trucks filled with armed soldiers headed toward Gusanka.

Haid lay on the hill and stealthily observed, vaguely able to discern that the soldiers’ uniforms were slightly different from those loyal to the Mayor of Gusanka City...

Not Gusanka’s military! Outsiders!

Haid trembled slightly.

He silently counted the vehicles.

One, two, three... five... ten...

A total of thirty-nine military vehicles.

If fully loaded, this amounted to over a thousand soldiers.

In this small country, an armed force of a thousand soldiers constitutes a formidable power — not to mention capturing a small city; even a coup in the capital could stir quite a commotion.

Haid’s mind was a jumble, he tried hard to think, to ponder, but had no clue.

He only came to his senses after the military vehicles drove far away.

After spitting forcefully, the little boy slid down the hill, returning inside the camper.

Damn it! The bet’s been placed, forget thinking about anything else!

After firmly making up his mind, he scorned his previous foolishness.

Not for his wavering, but because he somehow spent half the night on the hill instead of enjoying the comfort of the camper!

The camper was stocked with plenty of food, enough supplies to last him a week.

As if to reward himself, Haid opened the storage cabinet, sliced open a large box of luncheon meat, and cooked a big bowl of noodles.

He dared not sleep in the only bed in the camper’s bedroom — it was exclusively for the master, even if the master was gone, he dared not enjoy it.

After eating and drinking his fill, he further retaliated by opening a can of coke, gulped it down, and lay on the camper’s sofa, curling up into a ball, forcing himself to sleep.

Haid dreamt a lot.

In his dream, he saw soldiers chasing him with guns, running to the side of the camper, and being shot dead by the soldiers.

He dreamed of the master appearing before him, angrily scolding him for not obeying orders, for driving away instead of waiting.

Then the master pointed a finger and crushed him.

Finally, he dreamt of a scene where the master, satisfied with his obedience for not fleeing, rewarded him by conjuring a heap of Gold.

The pile of Gold was taller than a man’s height.

The master told him, take whatever he could carry in both hands, it was all his.

In his dream, he joyfully rushed to embrace the pile of gold!

As he desperately stuffed handfuls of Gold into his arms, a noise woke him up.

Haid turned over on the sofa, initially looking a bit dazed, but soon saw the familiar figure standing on the sandy ground outside the window.

His demonic master stood outside the door, gently tapping on the window with one hand.

Haid shuddered, recalling his dream’s scenarios, whether it was betrayal and crushed by a finger by the master, or loyalty and rewarded with countless Gold...

All enough to instantly wake the young Haid up, his body shivering uncontrollably for a second, his whole body bouncing off the sofa, and in quick steps, opening the camper’s door.

"Master!"

Haid respectfully called out.

Chen Yan squinted at the young man before him, then nodded in satisfaction.