Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually-?!

Chapter 104.2- R-Code

Wu Jin finally understood where the wound on the big boss’s right hand had come from. Anger was brewing in his chest, and he didn’t bother with talking nonsense. He turned sideways to dodge the blade, then returned the attack. Wu Jin’s eyes were cold, sparking with a chilly light, and in an instant, his opponent was suppressed––

Wu Jin raised up his elbow again.

There was a flash of silver, and the knife ended up between Wu Jin’s fingers.

Tactical maneuver A12 was connected to C8. It was a combo move that the big boss had taught him 10 years in the future.

There was silence in the classroom. Even Wei Shi looked at Wu Jin in surprise. Wu Jin looked back and met his gaze.

In the R-Code Base, these 15 and 16 year old students were still at the primary stage of brawling. As long as Wu Jin, as a half-fledged survival show contestant, could catch them by surprise, it wasn’t impossible for him to hold his own.

The group’s leader finally swore viciously, “F*ck, don’t hold back, everyone charge!”

Wu Jin glanced at the young big boss. The two didn’t say a word to each other as they stood back to back. Wu Jin handed the knife to the big boss and continued to use the chair for himself––it was the most primitive heavy weapon.

Wei Shi didn’t talk any nonsense either. His injured right hand held the knife, and the stick in his left was vicious and tough. He almost never missed.

It was the two of them versus many, and their backs drew closer together. Wu Jin became immersed in the fight, and adding on the fact that it was his first time participating in a brawl with the big boss, the excitement in his blood burst out, turning him into a squealing little leopard.

Wei Shi was stuck to the soft little shortie at his back, and had no idea why he was so excited. His spine was a little stiff.

When there was only one opponent left, Wei Shi didn’t hesitate to attack. The knife landed on the bully and sliced––leaving a wound exactly like the one on his own arm.

After his revenge was over, Wei Shi crouched down and rummaged through the pockets of the people who were begging for mercy. He found several green cards and divided them in half, handing half to Wu Jin.

“What’s your name.” He suddenly spoke to Wu Jin.

Wu Jin’s eyes brightened, “My name is Wu Jin.” He looked closely at the big boss and continued happily, “I know your name is Wei Shi.”

Wei Shi’s eyes swept over the small curls that had suddenly turned fluffy and soft.

The little shortie told him proudly, “Your name, I saw it on the test paper.”

Wei Shi made a sound of acknowledgement and expressionlessly led Wu Jin out of the classroom.

His palm was a little itchy.

By the time two of them walked out of the factory and into the black smoke, it was already dark. Wu Jin held the green cards and soon learned what they were for.

Food, medicine, and supplies in the R-Code Base were traded for at a fixed time and fixed location. The green cards were the ‘exchange vouchers’ that were commonly used among the genetically modified. In the supply warzone that was known as the ‘canteen’, two conflicts had already broken out between the genetically modified within a mere 10 minutes.

Most of them were 15 to 16 year old youths, while some were slightly older. The instructors watched on as they competed with each other, and even used it as a basis to score ‘whether or not they had aggression’, and ‘whether or not they were viable’.