The Max-Level Boss Just Wants to Be a Slacker [Apocalypse] – CH40

Chapter 40: The Base Chief

After Mo Qi had eaten his fill, Mo Xiu stood up, ready to take him and leave.

However, when he tugged at the man across from him, the other person didn’t move. Instead, his eyes were fixed on the remaining wolf hide and wolf meat.

Seeing this, Mo Xiu said helplessly, “Stop staring. Taking a little meat is fine, but we can’t carry that much away. Even if we pack it separately, my backpack can’t hold it anymore. It’s already full of medicine.”

But this time Mo Qi was unusually persistent. The gray wolf wasn’t a low-level creature in this world, and it wouldn’t be easy to find another one like it.

The people here might not know it, but regardless of how the wolf demon’s meat tasted, eating it would definitely be far more beneficial for cultivation than ordinary wolf meat.

Especially the wolf hide—it was an excellent material for refining magical artifacts. Now that his body had grown much stronger and he could use more energy, he could try refining again.

With the wolf hide, he might even be able to craft a suitable magical robe for Mo Xiu. If Mo Xiu wore such clothing when going out, he would be much safer.

Mo Qi thought this to himself but didn’t say it aloud. After all, he wasn’t sure whether his current recovery would allow him to successfully refine a high-grade magical robe.

He was afraid that if the finished product turned out poorly, Mo Xiu would be disappointed after hearing about it beforehand.

So instead, he carefully packed up the remaining wolf meat and hide, then said to Mo Xiu, “It’s fine. I’ll carry it. Don’t worry, this is easy for me. I’m very strong!”

As he spoke, Mo Qi effortlessly lifted the bundled pieces.

“You actually have that much strength?!”

After all, that mutated gray wolf was nearly the size of an adult tiger—one of those ferocious mountain tigers at that. It must have weighed at least four or five hundred jin (around 200–250 kg).

Even after removing the bones, head, and some unusable parts—and after they had eaten a meal—the remaining meat and hide still had to weigh about 200 jin.

Yet the way the man in front of him lifted it made it look as easy as picking up a chicken or a duck.

Even though ability users were stronger and more physically fit than ordinary people, Mo Qi looked far too relaxed!

Mo Qi had guessed what Mo Xiu was thinking, but he hadn’t yet realized that his physical condition wasn’t just improving the fusion of his spiritual sense. Compared with ordinary people, he was on an entirely different level.

Back in the cultivation world, however, his physical body had been extremely powerful, which made him feel weak in his current state.

Seeing that Mo Qi genuinely didn’t seem to think anything was strange, Mo Xiu rubbed his forehead. After thinking about it, he hesitantly asked,

“Could it be that you’re also a strength-type ability user?”

A psychic ability, immunity to the zombie virus, a genius in mystical cultivation—and now a strength-type ability as well!

What kind of apocalypse power-fantasy protagonist setting was this?

Mo Xiu twitched the corner of his mouth and couldn’t help complaining, “Do you even have any weaknesses left? Aren’t you a little too capable?”

Hearing this, Mo Qi blinked.

He didn’t think he was especially capable. These were all just basic operations. Mo Xiu really got surprised too easily.

“I don’t see anything strange about it. Isn’t this normal?” the man said casually, though he felt a little pleased inside.

After all, showing off one’s strength in front of a future dao companion and receiving admiration felt pretty good.

Of course, Mo Qi wasn’t actually a strength-type ability user. He was even a bit surprised—was this level of strength already considered very great?

But since Mo Xiu thought so, then he might as well be one!

“So how are we going back now?” Mo Qi asked.

Earlier, Mo Xiu had come out with a team collecting supplies. Sneaking off alone into this remote forest already looked suspicious.

And Mo Qi had used a teleportation talisman to get here. If others saw that kind of situation, it would be hard not to attract attention.

“Then why don’t you go back to the supply team? I have my own way of getting back,” Mo Qi suggested thoughtfully.

The first step to becoming a good dao companion was not causing trouble for the one you loved.

As soon as Mo Xiu heard this, he understood that Mo Qi didn’t want to put him in a difficult position. He felt touched, but there was no way he would just leave Mo Qi behind.

Everything he had done to stay hidden was only to ensure their safety. As for what other people thought, Mo Xiu had long stopped caring.

He had come to Shanhe Base to gain benefits and rewards, not to make friends.

With that in mind, Mo Xiu smiled at the man beside him.

“No need to worry about other people. I’ll take you back with me.”

Then he tried controlling his wind-type ability. Now that it had advanced past level four, it was much stronger than when it had been at level two.

He concentrated the ability into his lower body, allowing himself to hover slightly above the ground. This way he could land at any moment without getting injured, and it was also more stable than focusing all the power just under his feet.

In fact, this level of control came from years of fleeing for his life. Very few other wind-type ability users could achieve it.

After testing a few times and confirming that his control was just as smooth as in his previous life, Mo Xiu walked over, wrapped his arms around Mo Qi, and tried lifting both of them into the air.

Then he realized that, in the end, he was the one bearing the weight of the wolf meat and hide…

But seeing the surprise and excitement on Mo Qi’s face, he didn’t expose it.

Heavy or not, he could handle it. At worst, he would just consume more ability energy to keep them afloat.

It was already getting late. The supply team had probably noticed by now that he hadn’t returned.

But based on Mo Xiu’s understanding of those people, they would definitely hurry back to Shanhe Base before nightfall. Once it got darker, zombies would become more active, and staying outside would be dangerous.

Even though Xu Liang had told them to keep an eye out for him, their own lives would always come first. They wouldn’t stay behind just for him.

Thinking of this, Mo Xiu glanced at the wolf meat and hide in Mo Qi’s hands and suddenly felt they could serve as a good excuse.

If anyone asked later, he could simply say he had encountered a mutated beast and that was why he had been delayed.

Since he had to carry Mo Qi—and effectively the heavy wolf meat and hide as well—Mo Xiu didn’t move very quickly along the way. By the time they approached the base, night had already fallen.

Fortunately, the newly upgraded wind ability was extremely useful, and the base’s security wasn’t particularly strict. There was no need to explain exactly how he entered.

So Mo Xiu simply used his wind ability to carry both himself and Mo Qi over the tall wall, entered the base, and quickly returned to their apartment.

Cheng Cheng and the others hadn’t gone to sleep. They were waiting anxiously in their room.

The supply team sent out by Xu Liang had already returned long ago.

When they saw that Mo Xiu hadn’t come back with them, they had grown worried. Cheng Cheng originally planned to discuss it with Mo Qi, but when he entered the room and found that Mo Qi was also gone, he completely panicked.

They all knew the matter couldn’t be publicized, so they didn’t know whether they should go out searching or stay and wait. After a long discussion, they still hadn’t reached a conclusion.

In the end, Xie Wu made the decision: Lu Pingwan would stay behind while the two of them went out quietly to search and see if they could find Mo Qi.

But just as they were about to leave, the two missing people returned.

“Boss! Brother Mo! That’s great—you’re both safe! We were worried sick!”

Seeing Cheng Cheng’s excited expression, Mo Qi smiled and glanced at the empty dining table.

“You haven’t had dinner yet?”

“Boss, you two disappeared without a trace, and Brother Mo’s life or death was unknown. Who could have the mood to eat?” Cheng Cheng complained while scratching the rainbow-colored hair on his head.

In the apocalypse, there weren’t many conditions for dyeing hair, so quite a bit of black hair had grown out on top of his head. It didn’t look as neat as before.

Still, his face was fairly handsome. Especially when he smiled, he looked like the standard sunny, good-looking guy.

Seeing that the other person genuinely cared about them, both Mo Xiu and Mo Qi felt quite pleased.

Mo Xiu took off the backpack from his back, opened it, and showed them the bag filled with medicine. Sure enough, everyone’s faces lit up with excitement.

Mo Xiu wasn’t stingy. He tightened the bag’s opening so they couldn’t see how much was inside, then took out some everyday emergency medicine and distributed it to them.

The three accepted the medicine and thanked him repeatedly. In the apocalypse, medicine was extremely scarce. Even if they didn’t need it themselves, they could trade it for other valuable things.

Next, Mo Qi pushed the wolf meat he had placed on the ground forward and said to Lu Pingwan,

“Could you help process this wolf meat? I want to eat stewed wolf meat!”

Lu Pingwan smiled when she heard that, selected two suitable pieces, and immediately took them to the kitchen.

Cheng Cheng, however, suddenly showed unusual sharpness. He abruptly looked up at Mo Xiu in surprise.

“Boss, did your speaking speed get faster? And your movements—they really seem much more agile than before. What’s going on?”

“Your eyes are pretty sharp,” Mo Qi nodded. He didn’t explain, but he didn’t deny it either.

Being able to speak normally and move freely was the greatest gain Mo Qi had made these past days.

“Alright, why ask so many questions? Just know that it’s a good thing. Mo Qi used to have some health problems, which is why his movements were inconvenient. Now he’s simply recovered.”

Mo Xiu casually said a few words, brushing the matter aside.

Cheng Cheng still wanted to ask more questions, but Xie Wu pulled him away and pointed at the newly grown black hair on his head, saying he could help fix his hairstyle. Just like that, Cheng Cheng’s attention was successfully diverted.

Soon, the aroma of stew drifted out from the kitchen.

Although both Mo Xiu and Mo Qi had already eaten, they were still looking forward to this late-night meal.

However, before they could even start eating, a knock sounded at the door.

The knocking came in a steady rhythm—not loud, but persistent.

“Who is it? Don’t tell me it’s that guy with the surname Xu!” Cheng Cheng said irritably, already fed up with Xu Liang and the others.

Mo Xiu frowned slightly, walked to the door, and opened it.

Standing outside wasn’t Xu Liang.

It was the chief of Shanhe Base, Xiong Mingyuan.

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