Feiren did not take Beth's words to heart. Now it is a completely different world from before the disaster. Moreover, a gathering place with only secondary network permissions is difficult to ensure its independence. They are either destroyed by electromagnetic storms or are enfeoffed by other forces with higher authority. Of course, this premise is based on the fact that they are not destroyed by the energy-absorbing monster or other monsters.

The Scavengers team was just a small accident on the journey for Feiron. This year's electromagnetic storm seemed to come earlier than usual. When he walked in the ruins, Feiron could even keenly feel the strong radiation breath coming from the air. It was also because of this that when Feiron returned to the ninth district again, it was already crowded.

The ninth zone is the largest gathering place on this wilderness wasteland, and it is also the only gathering place with five-level network permissions. This is the benefit of a high-level gathering place. The higher the network permission level, the more network energy it can call, the larger the coverage area, and the stronger the power it can withstand electromagnetic storms. At the beginning, people did not know this, but when they realized the value of a high-level network area, everything changed.

Walking in the ninth zone, people wearing leather armor and carrying weapons can be seen everywhere. This is the norm in the wasteland. After that disaster, the population of the world was reduced to less than one in ten. Those who survived not only had to face natural disasters, but also had to face the army of monsters composed of their former compatriots, which were so large that they were almost desperate. Faced with such a world, they had no other way except to fight.

Faren's appearance soon attracted the attention of others, especially his clothes that looked neat and clean at any time seemed even more out of place in this world full of dust and blood. It was like a rich man wearing bright clothes alone entering the slums.

But no one stood up to express his dissatisfaction. Most people quickly turned their heads the moment they saw Feiren. A few guys who were blindly trying to come forward to find trouble would be quickly stopped by others and then brought to the crowd to "educate" them. This is not how much they respected this "doctor", but no one wanted to cause trouble - especially when the other party was a "doctor".

It is really unpaid to die because of others' stupidity.

It was already night when Faren walked into the "Wild Mary" tavern.

Pushing open the heavy door, what comes towards us is a mixture of hoarse screams and wild rock music. The shining lights pass by the dim hall, and the madness brought by alcohol makes people indulge in the dance floor. They twist their bodies, scream loudly, and dance with the deafening beats. And in the corner, you can see men and women, men and men, women and women crowded together everywhere. Regardless of gender or age, they are intoxicated by the carnival atmosphere and the stimulation brought by alcohol. It seems that this will make them forget the danger outside and return to that carefree, peaceful and happy time.

Feiren took off his hat, slowly walked to the bar counter and found a seat to sit down. Soon, a bartender came to him.

"Welcome to you back, Doctor, you're here later than usual."

"It's just a good thing to do."

Facing the bartender's inquiry, Feiren smiled and gave an answer. When he heard Feiren's answer, the burly, tough and brave man opposite him suddenly turned pale. He twitched the corners of his mouth slightly before he smiled.

"I am really a doctor, so... what do you need?"

“A glass of juice.”

As he said, Faren glanced at the black cat that was jumping off his shoulder.

“And grilled fish.”

"Okay, please wait."

If someone else made such a request, the man would have been lifted up and threw it into the trash can. But after listening to Feiren's words, the man nodded without hesitation, then quickly ran to the other side to prepare, and even temporarily put down the wine of other customers who were originally preparing. Faced with this situation, no customer protested, as if the other party was taking it for granted, and they were all the most reasonable gentlemen in the world.

Soon, everything was ready.

"Your juice, doctor, and your grilled fish, little cute."

Respectfully put the fresh juice in his hand in front of Feiren. The bartender smiled and blinked at the black cat beside Feiren, then quickly retreated and continued to do his work. Only Faren sat there alone, enjoying all the things in front of him.

The juice in the cup exudes a fresh fragrance, and Feren slowly turns the glass. His expression looks very focused, and his long black hair meticulously combed to both sides, setting off this handsome and angular face. If it were on weekdays, when encountering such a young and handsome man, women would inevitably come forward to chat with him. But now, even women who like male sex the most dare to curl up in the corner, with their eyes full of curiosity like cats, staring at the figure sitting in front of the bar.

But unfortunately, not everyone has self-knowledge.

"Hey, that sissy sissy who drinks juice!"

A rough voice sounded, and with this sound, a burly, sturdy man wearing only a leather jacket walked up with great strides. Unlike most people in the tavern, he did not carry a gun, but carried a huge hammer behind him. He looked like a tyrannosaurus, and those who stood in front of him would be completely crushed under his feet.

Every time the man took a step, the ground would shake slightly. He walked behind Feilun with great strides and stared at the young and thin guy in front of him with a disdainful look. Feilun didn't even look at him, but just raised his head and stared at the bartender in front of him. When he noticed his gaze, the bartender spread his hands helplessly.

"We have no choice, doctor, recently there are many self-righteous guys coming to District 9, and we can't control it."

"Hey, did you hear it? You little white-faced? This is my place!"

The man did not pay attention to the communication between Feilun and the bartender. He only saw a hideous smile on his scarred face and stared at Feilun in front of him.

"Get out of here quickly. This is not the place where sissies like you should come with pets. Have you heard of it? You…………”

However, the man did not finish his words. Because at this moment, Feilun was already standing in front of him, and the cold and sharp scalpel was now placed in the man's wide open mouth.

"Poor man..."

Faren sighed lightly, then he raised his head and showed a soft smile.

"I think you need treatment."

"Wow!"

Before Feiren's words could be finished, the crowd around him suddenly quickly retreated. Even the drunkard who was originally drunk and tilted on the bar was rolling into the crowd. Looking at it, it seemed as if he hated his parents for giving birth to two legs.

"you******……………"

"Record begins."

However, facing the angry man, Feiren's expression remained unchanged. He just stared at the other party quietly, and at the same time tilted his head and spoke.

"The patient has severe mental disorders, manifested as uncontrollable foul language, and excessive violent tendencies... Based on the diagnosis, it was decided to perform resection on the affected area."

As he spoke, Feiren flipped his right hand, accompanied by an ambiguous scream, a bright red tongue flew out of the man's wide open mouth, and a "pop" fell into the wine glass next to him. Blood spread from the broken point, and soon dyed the wine bright red.

“Ah————————!!”

The man stumbled backwards, and his mouth was bright red. The severe pain made his facial muscles start to tremble, twist, and ferociously, just like a beast. His eyes were red, and he stared at Feiren fiercely. Then the man let out an unknowing roar, suddenly reached out and grabbed the hammer behind him and raised it high. At the same time, the man's already strong body suddenly swelled like a ball. His skin quickly lost its original color, began to condense and deform, and transformed into a more powerful existence. Seeing this scene, many people took a breath of air. Being able to change their bodies so strangely means that the man in front of him already has the ability to control quality. This means that he is a powerful warrior with level 4 authority!

On the wasteland, people can use network systems. However, only those who are truly talented will awaken their abilities. Just like Beth who Faren met before, or the man in front of them. They can not only use the basic abilities of the system, but also improve their authority and do things that ordinary people cannot do. Just like superpowers, or magic.

Although there is no unified cognition, most people divide the ability levels of these authority holders into five stages: "Master - manipulation - control - transformation - creation". The power division of the two authority holders is the only symbol of power on this doomsday land.

A warrior with level 4 authority is already considered a strong man here.

Unfortunately, he chose the wrong target.

"The patient loses control and shows aggressive personality, and ultimately treats the treatment plan, and is executed."

Accompanied by Feren's elegant and peaceful voice, the man who had originally raised the hammer high above his head suddenly trembled. Then, he maintained this posture and remained motionless. Until a moment later, the hammer slid from his hand and hit the ground, making a harsh impact. At the same time, the man's tall body fell to the ground.
Chapter completed!