Along the way, Takeda Masao led the others to change to several more leveling spots.

First, he went to a barren sandy area infested with Level 25 【Venomous Sand Scorpions】.

The result was still bizarre.

After a hard battle, at the end of everyone's experience bar was still that glaring "+1".

Takeda Masao refused to accept it.

Driving the truck, he took everyone to a gloomy swamp area, which was infested with Level 30 【Swamp Giant Crocodiles】.

The result was still the same.

No matter what level of exotic beasts they killed, no matter how perilous the process was.

The experience points ultimately gained were still pitifully minimal.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the truck bed was extremely oppressive.

Takeda Masao and his few subordinates finally realized the severity of the problem.

The problem was not the exotic beasts in a certain area.

But rather on themselves!

"Boss... What... What on earth is going on here?"

That subordinate, who was as thin as a monkey, said with a voice tinged with a cry.

"I... This is my first time encountering this situation... Are we... Are we cursed with something?"

"You ask me, who do I ask?!"

Takeda Masao slapped his thigh fiercely and roared irritably, spraying spit all over the subordinate's face.

"Stop fucking annoying me!"

"We are going back to Tokyo City right now! Let's go back and ask Mr. Sato in the gang!"

"He is knowledgeable and experienced, he will definitely have a way!"

At this moment, they were no longer willing to stay a single second longer in this bizarre wilderness.

The subordinate responsible for driving started the truck and pressed the accelerator to the floor.

The dilapidated military truck let out an overburdened roar, driving wildly towards the direction of Tokyo City.

At this point, Zhou Huai's goal was considered achieved.

He was playing that taciturn Natsume Masahiro.

In the files, Natsume Masahiro had always maintained an introverted and cowardly image to the outside world.

Only towards his family would he act tough.

Therefore, facing their discussion, Zhou Huai only needed to keep a low profile and remain silent.

Of course, Zhou Huai was not zoning out either.

At this moment, he was immersed in a deep study of the various functions of the Alien Parasite.

In addition to intercepting the experience points of other Classer, the potential of these little things went far beyond this.

Theoretically, when Caesar's Level was high enough, these Parasites could even completely control the host.

Change their spirit, distort their will, and even tamper with their memories, turning them into the most loyal Puppet.

However, Caesar's Level was still too low right now.

These small Parasites were still far from reaching that miraculous ability.

What they could currently do was merely brief mental hypnosis.

For example, making the host fall into an excited state of slaughter, or making them immerse in extreme emptiness and sorrow.

Wanting to forcibly control the host to make complex movements was currently unrealizable.

At most, it could barely make them perform some simple, subconscious actions.

Zhou Huai was pondering whether to use these few unlucky guys to test the control effect of the Parasite.

The mobile phone in Takeda Masao's pocket suddenly rang.

He hurriedly took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID.

The expression on his face instantly changed from irritability to respect, even carrying a trace of imperceptible fear.

"Hello... Mr. Sato, what are your instructions?"

"Yes, yes... Okay, we are on the way back to the city."

The call ended.

The few subordinates nearby quickly crowded over and asked chatteringly.

"Boss, was it Mr. Sato? Did he call for anything?"

Takeda Masao put away his phone, the respectful look on his face not yet completely fading away.

"I am not clear either."

"Mr. Sato only said to let us immediately return to the Three Mouth Gang headquarters to rendezvous."

"It should be that the gang leader has some orders."

Hearing this, a subordinate's eyes lit up instantly, and the fear stemming from the unknown on his face was diluted a lot.

"Return to headquarters? Does that mean... We can see that newly arrived gang leader's wife again today?"

"She is truly a great beauty!"

Mentioning the gang leader's wife instantly ignited the originally oppressive and dull atmosphere inside the car.

The eyes of several grown men lit up as well, and wretched smiles appeared on their faces simultaneously.

Leaving Zhou Huai on the side feeling baffled.

Takeda Masao couldn't help smacking his lips, a lingering expression appearing on his face.

"Tsk tsk, that woman indeed looks pretty good."

"She has even more charm than Young Miss Huaxizi in Kabukicho."

He paused, his tone carrying a trace of disdain and jealousy.

"I don't know how she managed to hook up with the gang leader."

"From what I understand, she should be a fickle and flirtatious woman."

"Last time she even fluttered her eyes at me."

Saying this, he revealed a smug smile.

"I suspect she must have been fascinated by this handsome face of mine."

"I wonder if there will be a chance in the future... Hehe..."

Hearing this, the other subordinates also let out weird chuckles, and the carriage was filled with a cheerful yet turbid air.

Only the subordinate sitting next to Takeda Masao suddenly showed an expression of grief and indignation on his face.

"You are not allowed to talk about the gang leader's wife like that!"

He suddenly raised his head and let out an angry roar!

After finishing, he unexpectedly raised his hand and used all his strength to heavily slap Takeda Masao on the face!

This slap came too abruptly.

Takeda Masao didn't have any defense, taking the blow solidly.

"Slap!"

A crisp sound of a slap appeared exceptionally loud in the bumpy carriage.

Time seemed to have stopped at this moment.

The wretched laughter inside the carriage stopped abruptly.

Everyone froze in place as if they had been cast with a body-freezing spell.

Takeda Masao dazedly looked at the subordinate who slapped him, his face full of astonishment and disbelief.

After a full several seconds, he finally reacted.

An uncontrollable rage rushed straight from the bottom of his heart to his crown like a volcanic eruption!

"You fucking dare to slap me?"

"Are you looking to die?!"

The others also widened their mouths, with expressions like seeing a ghost.

The subordinate who slapped Takeda Masao woke up as from a dream at this moment.

He looked in disbelief at his palm which was still slightly tingling, and then at Takeda Masao's face that was rapidly swelling and turning red.

The color of blood on his face instantly faded completely.

"No... It's not! Boss!"

He shook his head frantically, his voice tinged with a crying tone.

"I... I didn't mean it! Sorry! I don't know how it turned out like this either!"

However, Takeda Masao, who had long been blinded by rage, how could he listen to his explanation?

"I don't care whether you meant it or not!"

He roared, grabbed the other's collar, raised his sandbag-sized fist high, and was about to smash it down towards that terrified face!

But just at this moment!

A sudden change occurred!

Another subordinate sitting opposite him suddenly jumped up from his seat with quick reflexes!

He strode in front of Takeda Masao in one step.

Raising his hand.

Another slap, solidly landing on Takeda Masao's other cheek!

"Slap!"

Equally crisp, equally loud.

"You are not allowed to bully him!"