Chapter 102: Meanwhile, on land
Chapter 102: Meanwhile, on land: Resurrection
Chapter 102: Meanwhile, on land...
This was the time of the day when the sunlight was the strongest. The ground was covered by countless deep cracks, and the air, filled with dust and sand acpanied by the vicious heat, made breathing so difficult that it felt like one would die of suffocation the very next minute.
Usually, most survivors would look for a shady shelter and sleep during these hours, they would not act like these survivors here. About twenty to thirty people, around a white tent, were sitting directly under the sun, clearly enduring the torturous heat.
Even though all of them were sweating profusely and were visibly suffering, for some reason, none of them showed any sign of standing up to leave. They all sat under the sun earnestly and threw a glance at the white tent every now and then.
The height of the tent was about the height of a man. It was made of heat-resistant material, so it was definitely very cool inside. At that time, the entrance of the tent was tightly shut.
"That pretentious guy really knows how to put up a show. It’s so hot, I could die."
The thing beside the thigh of a young man with a cultured appearance let out a soft plaint. The young man quickly held the thing that was speaking, revealing a pair of gray mittens on his hands which were clearly modified from socks. "Don’t cause any trouble! If they hear us, we’re finished," he rebuked softly.
A rabbit’s head popped out from his palms. B.Rabbit, whose fur was still covered with the little pink carrot symbols, clicked his tongue in a disgruntled manner.
"Damn it. It’s just a sh*tty ability. How dare he act like a tyrant…" he grumbled.
Hu Changzai actually felt the same way, but unlike the unruly rabbit, he continued sitting upright and proper.
After sitting under the intense sun for quite some time, there was suddenly some movement from the tent. There was the sound of rustling clothes which was followed by heavy breathing sounds. A slight motion arose among the people sitting outside the tent, then everyone lowered their heads as if they did not hear anything.
After about ten minutes, the entrance of the tent opened, and a woman with a flushed face walked out. She pulled up the zipper of her mini skirt with one of her hands before she stepped out. The moment she came out, a person said aptly, "Miss Meihuan, has Mr. Ark woken from his afternoon nap?"
The woman called Meihuan looked at the person speaking with her dewy eyes, "Mr. Ark just woke up. He is a little thirsty. Anyone who can provide Mr. Ark with some fresh fruits may enter the tent to get a visa."
Once she said that, the twenty to thirty people outside the tent were stunned, including Hu Changzai.
In the past, getting fresh fruits could be effortless, but now they were in Hyperthermal Hell...
"Miss Meihua, as you know, we can’t store fresh fruits here. What about juice? I have quite a few flavors with me," a middle-aged man immediately asked.
Fruit juice was really the best option available in such a situation. The others in the group only had some bottles of mineral water. Thus, no one spoke for a while. Meihuan re-entered the tent without saying a word. She poked her head out after some time, "The person with the juice may enter!"
The middle-aged man entered the tent with a happy expression. But that was expected since this Consular Officer with the last name Ark was known to charge a lot for his visas. The man definitely got a deal being able to get a visa for a few bottles of juice.
"I wonder what he will ask of us." Hu Changzai sighed softly feeling a little worried. "We only have a few presentable special items."
After he said that, Meihuan walked over to him holding a small booklet in her hand. She gestured to him with her chin, "Hey you, how many visas are you applying for?"