Chapter 583: Chen Hao Returns

It wasn't just Chen Ye's group staring at that giant migration vehicle. The nearby Post-Apocalyptic Opera Troupe Convoy and the Skeleton Convoy were also looking in that direction.

Slowly, the massive migration vehicle finally came into view for everyone.

Thick tires, each one as tall as a person, with rough, coarse treads, and the entire vehicle's sharp, angular lines.

Every inch of it screamed the apocalypse.

The vehicle looked a bit different from when it was in Oasis.

It seemed that over this period, Little Fatty had done some more modifications to it.

A chubby little guy clad in a full suit of armor stood on the top level. Through the glass window, everyone could clearly see this jerk.

He was looking down at everyone with a haughty, condescending gaze.

As if every single person was his subject, needing his protection.

"Your Majesty, all these people are here to welcome Your Majesty's arrival!"

The figure bent over beside him was clearly Little Dezi.

Little Dezi's face was plastered with fawning flattery.

Little Fatty kept his face taut, trying his best to look as dignified as possible.

In response to Little Dezi's flattery, Little Fatty just gave a faint nod.

"Your Majesty, this time we'll definitely wow everyone in this plan and show these commoners just how powerful Your Majesty is!"

"When the time comes, we'll take Xi City, and Your Majesty will be the number one man in Xi City!"

"Your Majesty, when that time comes and our wish is fulfilled, even if it means Little Dezi has to die, Little Dezi would be willing!"

As he spoke, Little Dezi wiped the moisture from the corner of his eyes.

Clearly, this guy was deeply lost in his delusion.

Little Fatty nodded: "Little Dezi, these past days, you've worked hard!"

Little Dezi's entire body trembled. He immediately dropped to his knees and kowtowed repeatedly: "Your Majesty, this is Little Dezi's duty. Please, Your Majesty, take back those words!"

Little Fatty was stunned for a moment, then let out a long sigh: "Ah... forget it, forget it. With you, Little Dezi, assisting me, in the future, when I restore the Great Shun Dynasty, you, Little Dezi, will be credited with the highest merit!"

"Your Majesty!"

Although they couldn't hear this demented back-and-forth, seeing the two of them acting like they'd stepped straight out of a period drama...

The onlookers nearby were also left dumbfounded.

On the first floor of the giant migration vehicle, quite a few survivors were standing by the windows, curiously checking out this base.

Chen Ye scratched his palm: "Squad Leader Chu, I've got this urge to punch someone."

Chu Che nodded: "Little Fatty's delusions are getting worse and worse!"

"They're possessed, both of them are possessed!"

"The side effects of being a Visionary are truly terrifying!"

Both Chen Ye and Chu Che felt that impulse to throw a punch welling up inside them.

"You guys know this guy?"

A voice that wasn't entirely familiar came from beside them. It was Wu Zehui from the neighboring Post-Apocalyptic Opera Troupe.

The sunny young man's mouth was also twitching.

A sly grin crept onto Chen Ye's face: "Xiao Wu, you feeling the urge to smack him too?"

Wu Zehui chuckled but didn't answer the question.

How could a sunny young man possibly have violent urges?

That didn't fit his persona at all.

"Brother Chen Hao! It's Brother Chen Hao!!!"

Little Fish pointed excitedly at the side of that giant migration vehicle.

It was a beat-up, white Merry Little Prince.

Even the windows were held together with tape, only slightly better than Chen Ye's Monster Pickup Truck.

The body was splattered with mud in many places, and there were patches of yellow tape everywhere.

Through the front windshield, a lean young man could be seen in the driver's seat.

The young man seemed to spot Chen Ye and the others, poking his head out the window.

With his bird's nest of hair and glasses held together by tape on the bridge...

And that friendly, approachable look on his face.

Who else could it be but Chen Hao?

Little Fish hopped up and down joyfully, waving her arms frantically while clutching her big bowl to her chest with her other hand.

The mutton in the bowl was long gone, not a single piece left.

She hadn't even noticed!

Beside her, a smile spread across Chen Ye's face as he waved at Chen Hao.

But his mouth was stuffed full, so he couldn't speak at all.

Little Fish wasn't the only one overjoyed.

Quite a few survivors in the convoy knew Chen Hao. They set down what they were doing, walked to the roadside, and waved wildly at him.

Chen Hao was clearly happy too. He stomped on the gas, sped right past Little Fatty's slow-moving giant migration vehicle, and raced toward the Fair Convoy's camp.

With a tiny drift, he nearly flipped that Merry Little Prince over.

As Chen Hao got out of the car, a crowd immediately surrounded him.

Compared to Chen Ye's terrible popularity, Chen Hao's likability was off the charts.

Both were surnamed Chen, but their popularity levels were total opposites.

Chen Hao smiled, radiant as sunshine.

Chu Che walked over and gave Chen Hao a solid punch to the chest: "Kid, what took you so long to get here!"

Chen Hao clutched his chest, laughing heartily: "Got delayed on the road, my bad, my bad. Sorry for making you worry!"

Chen Ye walked over and gave Chen Hao's chest a punch too: "Kid, showing up this late, I thought you were dead!"

"Pfft... man, your mouth is still as sharp as ever!..."

"Brother Chen Hao..."

"Little Fish, long time no see!"

"Chen Hao, long time no see!"

"Sister Ding Dong, long time no see. And Xixi, Da Yong, Lina..."

The people around also cast curious glances.

They wondered how this lean young man could be so popular.

On the giant migration vehicle.

Little Fatty looked down at everything indifferently.

Like a deity perched high above the clouds, his gaze haughty.

"His Majesty has arrived! All you commoners, clear the way!"

Just then, some survivors, driven by curiosity, had stepped onto the road.

A shrill, piercing voice came from the giant migration vehicle, sounding just like a eunuch from a period drama.

Everyone's faces collectively darkened.

Even Chen Hao's expression showed he wanted to distance himself from them right then and there.

Fortunately, most people on the road were ordinary survivors, not Superhumans.

If there had been any Superhumans, Little Dezi probably wouldn't have dared to say that.

Anyway, bullying survivors was fair game.

"General Chen, will you not hurry and return to the palace with His Majesty?"

The shrill voice rang out again.

Little Dezi and Little Fatty both fixed their gazes on Chen Hao, who was with the Fair Convoy.

Chen Hao felt a jolt run through his entire body, as if countless eyes were following the two chuunibyou nutjobs' stares.

At that moment, Chen Hao just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. He quickly ducked behind Iron Lion.

Chen Hao felt like he was dying of secondhand embarrassment.

Iron Lion let out a goofy grin, his massive frame blocking everyone's view.

"Very well, very well. General Chen, do as you see fit!"

The shrill voice sounded again as the giant migration vehicle slowly drove toward the very back of the base.

There, Xiong Baochun from the Silent Council was already waiting.

Xiong Baochun's mouth was twitching like crazy too.

God, this was way too chuunibyou.

This little incident had basically stirred up the entire base.

Everyone now knew there was a convoy full of cringy middle-school fantasies.

The Fair Convoy, with Chen Hao's return, also enjoyed a brief moment of joy.

Everyone exchanged warm greetings.

Just then...

"Wah... my meat, my meat is gone, wahhh..."

"Cousin, my meat is gone!"

Little Fish's tears came down like they cost nothing.

Holding a bowl bigger than her head, she ran off crying to find Sun Xixi.

Chu Che shot Chen Ye a look of utter disdain.

That expression was practically screaming, "Stealing a kid's food? Do you even have any shame?"

Chen Ye glared back, his expression saying, "Like you're any better?"

Chen Hao looked from Little Fish to Chen Ye, confused for a moment.

Then, as if catching on, his expression also turned scornful: "Yezi, man, a leopard never changes its spots, huh?"

Chen Ye glared at Chen Hao: "Shut your trap! What the hell does that have to do with me?"