She began to have more expectations for herself, even going so far as to do something Zheng Tian should have done.
What secrets are you harboring?
Ren Zhong gazed at her, feeling a growing curiosity.
Looking at Hanyu’s face, suddenly elevated in beauty due to her unfolding smile, Ren Zhong found her breathtakingly stunning for a moment.
This was unrelated to emotional ebbs and flows, just the pure shock of a person witnessing something beautiful.
Ren Zhong quickly turned away, thinking.
People truly look better when they smile.
At that moment, the door to a room on the side of the courtyard opened from inside, and Zheng Tian came striding in, holding a gun in her left hand and a small notebook in her right, shouting happily, "Mr. Ren, I’m done!"
Her face couldn’t conceal her delight.
Evidently, she had finished earlier and had been eavesdropping on Ren Zhong and Hanyu’s conversation.
She was a good actress, but now, seeing Ren Zhong making a final promise, she couldn’t suppress her joy.
Ren Zhong took the items, "Thanks for your hard work."
"Not hard at all!"
The three of them rode motorcycles to the collective sleeping cabin.
An anxious young boy was eagerly awaiting at the stairwell of cabin no. 13.
Yesterday, he had already received a 3-point reward.
But he anticipated more, the nearly new rapid-fire gun that Ren Zhong mentioned for just 10 points.
He was just one step away from grasping the opportunity to change his fate.
Desiring it yet fearing to lose it, he couldn’t avoid feeling anxious.
He wondered if this important person was serious or just offering casual words to motivate his work.
Of course, he hoped it was true, but common sense kept telling him that unprovoked kindness didn’t exist in this world.
From a distance, the boy saw Ren Zhong’s motorcycle roaring towards him under the street lamp, and his heart leaped into his throat.
He even silently prayed for divine protection.
The motorcycle stopped precisely beside the boy.
Raising his hand to greet, he suddenly saw two people hop off behind Ren Zhong.
The boy became dumbfounded.
These were two impressive women, the tall and curvaceous, cold and exotic Hanyu, and the petite, lovely, and bright-eyed Zheng Tian.
But their looks and figures were secondary.
Their attire showed they were among the elite Scavengers in town.
Especially the menacing sniper rifle slung on Zheng Tian’s back, which struck fear into the lower echelon scavenger boy.
The boy felt both envy and couldn’t help but develop a new curiosity about Mr. Ren’s background.
Maybe Mr. Ren’s promise to help him was genuine.
He had the capability.
"You go ahead upstairs. I’ll chat with this boy, and I won’t come up. See you tomorrow."
"Okay, Mr. Ren, see you tomorrow."
Zheng Tian handed the rapid-fire gun and the small notebook to Ren Zhong, then went upstairs side by side with Hanyu, who simply nodded.
Ren Zhong thrust the gun directly into the boy’s hands, "Here, this is your gun. You only need to transfer me 10 points; that’s the price with tax included. Take this book too; it contains tips for Gunsmiths. The baby-faced girl who went up wrote it; she’s a pretty professional First Level Gunsmith. This book might help you."
The boy took the items with both hands, stunned.
Happiness came so unexpectedly that he was caught off guard.
It was real!
All of it was real!
Mr. Ren didn’t just give me a gun; he even had someone write a manual for me!
He’s really nurturing me!
He doesn’t even know my name!
This...
The immense happiness quickly overwhelmed the boy’s emotions.
His body began to shake.
Burning tears gushed from his eyes.
At last, he understood how wonderful it felt for dreams to come true.
Oh, God!
Was it you who answered my prayers?
Have the hardships faced by my mother and me finally moved you to compassion?
The boy looked dazedly at Ren Zhong again.
Under the dim streetlight, the man wore a warm, friendly smile.
His outline seemed to shine with a gentle glow.
The boy suddenly trembled all over.
I was wrong.
The distant gods didn’t answer my prayers.
The true god was right before my eyes.
Mr. Ren made my dream come true!
But Mr. Ren is a man, not a god!
If gods truly existed, why would we lead such a life?
If there were genuinely gods, they must be filled with malice!
There are no gods, nor should there be!
How could I be foolish enough to pray to such absurdities?
"Th... thank you... thank you, Mr. Ren... I... hic... I..."
After regaining hope, the desperation and dread long suppressed in his heart finally found a vent, and the boy began to sob uncontrollably.
He covered his face and squatted to the ground, crying bitterly.
Watching the boy’s back, Ren Zhong suddenly seemed to recall seeing him fall to the ground with blood gushing from his head.
Ren Zhong suddenly wanted to find the burly Scavenger who once killed the boy and twist that beast’s head off.
Damn it! Bastard, do you know what kind of hope you destroyed?
Just to cheat ten Contribution Points!