In response to Terry's question, Qu Jianlei replied naturally, "Isn't it good to be young?"
"It is indeed," Terry chuckled, surprised. It was the first time he laughed since the two met.
Why worry about his mechanical skills? "The younger you are, the more potential you have to develop, the easier it is to help me get revenge."
Qu Jianlei spoke earnestly, "I'm not one to easily make promises, but once I agree to something, I will absolutely see it through..."
"But, Terry, I want to know more information."
Terry nodded slightly, then asked blandly, "What kind of information do you want to know?"
"Let's start with Central City," Qu Jianlei had thought it over earlier, "We're out in the sticks here, the information is too inaccessible."
Terry nodded again, "Actually, the flow of information is intentionally controlled here; the position and perspective are just a bit low."
Qu Jianlei nodded too, "I know, artificially created information barriers...a way to control thought."
"Oh?" Terry looked at him oddly again, "Information barriers...that's a pretty accurate description."
"But at your age, how do you have such a profound understanding of societal systems?"
Qu Jianlei drooped his eyelids and answered weakly,
"If you nearly froze or starved to death dozens of times, you wouldn't be surprised why I have such insights."
Terry paused; he didn't think that just experiencing hunger could make someone a thinker.
Yet he himself had never gone hungry; he had a good family background growing up, and even when later hunted, he never lacked money.
And then, he awakened his attributes, and was unmatched in the wilderness.
He wandered various places for most of his life, mentally oppressed but materially never suffered much loss.
He wasn't sure how powerful hunger could be, but he had seen not more than three or five hundred people who had endured it for years.
No one was able to make such astute conclusions like this young man.
But these weren't very important. The more comprehensive the other party's thinking, the easier it would be to help him get revenge.
"Central City is very large, with a lot of people. Just the central district has over ten million, and including the surrounding areas, more than twenty million..."
Saying this, he was puzzled; the young man opposite seemed indifferent to it?
Qu Jianlei truly didn't feel much; is twenty million a lot?
In his hometown on Blue Star, there are metropolises with over thirty million people and city clusters reached within an hour by high-speed train...
Terry continued to talk about Central City, a hub-type city mainly responsible for managing the seven gathering areas below.
This city covers over one hundred thousand square kilometers and hasn't undergone post-apocalyptic disasters.
The city is incredibly advanced, with high technological levels, and self-sufficient in industry and agriculture.
Mecha, for instance, is manufactured within Central City, although the supply isn't low, the production isn't high.
"Able to manufacture mecha..." Qu Jianlei's lips twitched slightly; helping you get revenge is rather challenging.
Terry glanced at him and continued to speak blandly.
"Manufacturing mecha is in the direction of technological and industrial levels; ultimate warriors are modified using genes and superpowers, which are unrelated."
Qu Jianlei couldn't help but speak, "How many ultimate warriors are in Central City?"
"Over a thousand," Terry replied seriously, "There are thirty to forty thousand modified warriors, but those with attributes are the ultimate warriors."
Modified warriors are those who have injected three or four doses of genetic transformation potion but did not develop attributes, considered failed awakenings.
Still, the overall physical fitness of the majority greatly improved and differs from ordinary people.
Qu Jianlei calculated for a moment, shocked.
"If modified warriors can live to fifty years, then there are only a thousand injection slots each year?"
A city with a population of twenty million gets a thousand slots a year; it's harder than the Blue Star 985 examination.
"The coverage rate for the first and second injections is higher," Terry answered blandly.
"For the third...yeah, roughly about a thousand."
So, was the 985 admission notice swapped by someone?
"To become a modified warrior, the initial investment is substantial; strictly speaking, only wealthy people can afford it."
After thinking for a while, Qu Jianlei asked, "How many levels are there for ultimate warriors?"
"This question?" Terry looked at him with surprise, "Normal people, upon hearing about ultimate warriors, wouldn't dare think much..."
Even he himself, initially wholeheartedly aiming to become a modified warrior, viewed ultimate warriors as the ultimate dream.
After being hunted, it was a long time before he discovered that ultimate warriors were graded too.
Like mutant beasts, they are divided into C-level, B-level, and A-level; tier differences result in combat power differences roughly tenfold.
In other words, a B-level warrior can fight ten C-level warriors.
Of course, this is a very rough calculation; B-levels also vary in strength, and the combat power of well-trained C-level warriors can double.
However, what an A-level warrior can handle is not just a hundred C-level warriors.
High-level combat power crushing low-level combat power isn't just talk.
Qu Jianlei thought for a while and asked, "Zhou Six has one with a hand cannon and another who can stop people mid-air..."
"Met them?" Terry chuckled, his second smile, "Fighting the Snow Concealment Leopard?"
"Yes," Qu Jianlei nodded, "He almost wanted to kill me."
"Them trying to kill you?" Terry thought upon it and shook his head, "At least one would die, maybe all of them."
Whoa...do you think that highly of me? Qu Jianlei was taken aback, "Am I that impressive?"
"You know traps," Terry's insight wasn't dim; how was the mecha destroyed, he was about eighty percent sure.
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