Chapter 50: They are simply not on the same level!

A staff member in red approached carrying a syringe. Following the same requirement imposed on the other Chosen, he demanded that Zhang Yangqing provide a blood sample.

The toll station would not open to let him leave unless he provided a sufficient amount of blood.

This was the rule of the red-clad staff.

The red-clad staff member shared the same thought as the audience; they assumed that once Zhang Yangqing heard the rule, he would kick some people off the bus to meet the quota.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Yangqing gave a knowing nod, as if to say it was simple.

This left everyone utterly bewildered.

There were nearly 40 people on the bus.

Even if there were only 35, he would need to draw 1,750 ml.

An adult's total blood volume is around 4,000 ml; exceeding 1,000 ml causes physical discomfort, and 2,000 ml leads to shock.

This was only the beginning of the journey; no normal Chosen would draw this much.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have the strength to dodge future attacks.

The audience in Dragon Country felt that Master Zhang didn't need to risk his life like this—or perhaps, was he planning to draw the driver's blood?

Just because others didn't dare to draw the driver's blood didn't mean this guy wouldn't.

While the heated discussion raged outside, Zhang Yangqing walked toward the staff member in white with the syringe in hand.

The smile on his face made even the white-clad staff member feel an instinctive sense of dread.

*Is he going to attack me?*

Clearly, Zhang Yangqing had interpreted the rule within the scope of his own capabilities.

*You just told me not to draw blood from citizens. You lot aren't citizens, so I'll just draw yours instead.*

When a white-clad staff member tried to resist, he was kicked to the ground by Zhang Yangqing.

It felt as if he had been struck by an invisible force from the void; he couldn't even react in time.

As the white-clad staff member struggled to crawl up, Zhang Yangqing’s foot pinned him to the ground, and he plunged the syringe into his body.

The entire sequence was seamless and devoid of hesitation, making it look quite terrifying.

The nearby white-clad staff members attempted to intervene or kill him.

In response, profound Xuan Qi surged around Zhang Yangqing, and he unleashed a Palm Thunder with a backhand motion.

A massive burst of lightning erupted like a volcanic explosion.

It directly blasted the bodies of the three staff members attempting to stop him, leaving them charred with electricity crackling across their skin.

They then entered a two-minute recovery period.

Just as they slaughtered citizens, they now understood the meaning of being completely defenseless.

The thunderous roar startled the audience watching the screen.

"That's not damn Palm Thunder! You might as well say you're firing a railgun!"

"I admit I underestimated Master Zhang. He truly knows how to interpret these problems."

"No wonder Master Zhang didn't care about how much blood he drew. He wasn't drawing his own, so of course he wasn't feeling the pain."

"Duh, it's not his own blood. Who would care about that?"

The red-clad staff member was stunned by the sight, nearly falling over in shock from the sheer power displayed.

*Fine, fine, so that's how you want to play it?!*

The red-clad staff member felt a surge of anger, but when he saw Zhang Yangqing walking toward him with a full syringe, he instinctively took a step back.

"You're being a bit unreasonable here."

"Mind your own business. Just tell me if it's enough."

Zhang Yangqing handed the syringe directly to him.

*Don't joke with me. The moment you start trying to reason with me, you should know that I am an unreasonable person.*

*If you say it's not enough, I'll draw yours too, believe it or not.*

*Not drawing yours is already showing you respect. If it weren't for the fact that we need someone to operate the toll station, do you think you'd be standing here talking to me?*

Seeing the syringe and the four fallen colleagues, the requirement was indeed met. The red-clad staff member released Zhang Yangqing's bus.

It felt as if they were sending away a plague god, wishing for him to leave as soon as possible.

The entities in the Weird World possess their own judgment.

As for how they treat you, it depends entirely on your capability.

As the Weird World progressed, Zhang Yangqing and Saburo Miturai provided two completely different answers.

One increased the headcount; the other decreased it.

While other Chosen were still hesitating at the toll station, Jones, a Chosen from Australia, watched the massacre outside the bus with lingering fear. He didn't dare open the door despite the citizens' pleas.

As the red-clad staff appeared and the moment of choice arrived, the Australian expert group sent him a text message.

[The answer is out. The Great Detective from Sakura Country chose to reduce the blood volume by reducing the number of passengers to lower the difficulty. The best move would be to take the money from the vest-wearing passengers and then sell them out. We recommend you choose this, as his judgments have always been very accurate. However, the transcendent from Dragon Country is entering the dungeon for the second time, and he chose to increase the number of passengers at all costs. We do not recommend you follow his lead.]

Looking at the text, Jones fell into deep thought.

He was first surprised that the Dragon Country transcendent could pull off a "double success."

The one from Sakura Country was a Great Detective, so his skills were naturally high, but the opponent was a Transcendent.

Would someone who could cultivate to the Transcendent realm have a slow brain?

Clearly impossible.

As Jones began to lean toward Zhang Yangqing's approach, he suddenly remembered something.

He had once read a Chinese military treatise that said: *When Han Xin assembles his troops, the more the better.*

In that instant, he seemed to understand the Dragon Country Chosen's logic.

"I must increase the number of people. I can't reduce them, because Rule 12 says: 'When arriving at the destination, ensure no passengers are left on the bus, as they may be helpful to me.' If passengers can be helpful, then wouldn't more be better?"

By analyzing Zhang Yangqing's decision alongside the previous rules, Jones began to grasp his way of thinking.

Much of the intelligence and the rules could be used to deduce one another.

Most rules are vague, but once intelligence is obtained, it can be used to verify the true meaning of the rules.

He could even guess that the Dragon Country Chosen had long since determined that the number of passengers was the hard metric for the final settlement.

The Great Detective's choice undoubtedly lowered the risk of the [Bus Ride], which was correct.

But they were guides; reaching the destination might only be the beginning of the entire dungeon.

Looking at it from that perspective, Jones had an "Aha!" moment.

He felt immense respect for the Dragon Country Chosen. Although they had never met, he thanked the man for teaching him how to clear the stage.

If Jones's guess was correct, the Sakura Country Great Detective reduced the risk during the ride, but increased the danger *after* disembarking because he wouldn't have enough passengers to act as buffers for trial and error.

He still needed to ensure there were enough passengers to eat their fill and return alive.

"Holy crap, I've realized it again! So that's how the Sakura Country Great Detective was thinking!"

The Australian expert group, seeing Jones's sudden outburst, had no idea what this monster had realized this time.

Jones believed the Great Detective had deduced there were eight Weirds on the bus, four of whom were powerful "Fierce Weirds," while the other four were ordinary Weirds that a normal person could handle.

Two of the Fierce Weirds had already completed their tasks, so they were likely in a friendly state toward the guide.

To keep the bus within a controllable range, the Great Detective eliminated the two disobedient ones.

This way, he would have a certain level of authority on the bus, and those people would follow his commands after getting off.

It was indeed a good method.

However, saving the Fierce Weirds that were about to be slaughtered should also increase favorability.

The more he saved, the more combat power he would have.

In other words, as long as one wasn't paralyzed by the bloody scene and could think calmly, this was actually a "bonus round."

As expected of a great nation with thousands of years of culture; the vision of the Dragon Country Chosen was truly incomparable to those from small territories.

Thus, Jones firmly chose to trust Zhang Yangqing. Why choose a Great Detective when you have the answer of a Transcendent?

They weren't even on the same level!