Chapter 335: Chapter 333: Unboxing! Unlucky One or Lucky Emperor?


    The air was filled with rolling heatwaves.


    The door lock of the defense room had turned cherry red, easily melting under the scorching heat of over three thousand degrees.


    Bi Fang wiped the fine sweat from his forehead, turned off the spray gun, stepped back two steps, and kicked the door. Without the restraints of the lock, the door didn’t hold for a moment, bursting open with a dull thud.


    Yay!


    The online friends cheered, finally arriving at the delightful scene of unboxing!


    Especially at that moment of hard-earned payoff, even the smallest gain could prove that their efforts weren’t wasted, how could it not be exciting?


    A barrage ofments and gifts flooded the live stream, all suggesting Bi Fang hurry in and scavenge.


    [Quick, go in and see what’s inside!]


    [My god, could there be guns? Damn, I’m so excited]


    [Feels like I’m ying a battle royale]<div>


    [So thrilling, shoot shoot everyone, I’ve climaxed]


    Bi Fang understood the excitement of his online friends, and he felt the same way.


    Suppressing the urgency in his heart, Bi Fang took a deep breath, stood up, and dragged two steel cylinders into the room, quickly scanning the surroundings.


    Inside the room, everything was neat yet covered in dust.


    Two tables, several stools, threerge cabs, one safe—it was a scene ripe with the promise of bounty, if only he knew how much was inside.


    A thickyer of dust piled up on the surface of the table as he brushed it with his finger.


    Bi Fang let out a sigh of relief. His biggest concern was a room in disarray.


    A mess would mean he wasn’t the first one here, but it was still too soon to feelpletely at ease; the absence of outside scavengers didn’t mean the factory’s internal staff hadn’t taken any equipment.


    But no matter what, it had to be better than the worst-case scenario.


    Out of the three cabs, two were locked. The one that wasn’t locked revealed some sundries and clothes when he pulled it open. Bi Fang wasn’t surprised by this, his real focus was on the two locked ones.


    They could very well be gun cabs!


    Dragging the cylinders, Bi Fang didn’t hesitate to start welding again.


    Bang!


    He broke the softened lock and pulled open the cab doors.


    Hiss!


    The moment the items in the cab were exposed to light, the audience sucked in a cold breath, and global warming intensified by a fraction.


    A series of neatly arranged protective gear hung quietly in the cab.


    Bulletproof vests!


    Riot helmets!<div>


    Tactical boots!


    All good stuff!


    There were only three kinds of items in the wardrobe, with several of each kind, but just with this one cab, Bi Fang’s trip was already worth it!


    [We’re in the money now!]<div>


    [Holy shit, they even have bulletproof vests! That’s insane!]


    [Normal, this is Abbascan, how can the defense department not have a couple of guns? Bulletproof vests must be standard issue!]


    [Quick, look in the other cab and the safe to see what else there is!]


    [Aaah, I can’t wait any longer!]


    [Can this be given away? I really want one! It’s so freaking cool!]


    [Add one, and I’ll swipe for a spaceship right now!]


    [A spaceship? Aren’t you being too stingy? How about a Spaceship instead?]


    [Then I want the one Master Fang has worn (shy)]


    [Pssh, shameless! But seriously, can you give away the bulletproof vest? Is that even legal?]


    The audience was abuzz with excitement. Just by looking at the frequency of the barrage chat, one could tell themotion, and the staff backstage were overjoyed. The better the data, the higher their bonus would naturally be. Now, Bi Fang’s live streaming server was even an independent one, intended to provide the best user experience and avoid anyg. After all, thousands of messages shing by in an instant was not a joke, straining amon server shared with other broadcasters could possibly crash it.


    Suppressing his inner excitement, Bi Fang pulled out a pair ofbat boots, and after a cursory nce, was ecstatic to find they were brand new.


    No one liked second-hand goods, especially boots. After flipping through, he found a size that would suit him.


    He casually picked up a bulletproof vest and felt the material with his hand; it was incredibly soft andfortable.<div>


    “A Ker bulletproof vest, with a hardyer inside, probably an alumina ceramicyer. This kind of quality is pretty strong. It seems like the owner of this factory is no simple character. Besides being bulletproof, Ker can also resist cuts to some extent, which is an effect other materials do not offer. As for giving it away…”


    Bi Fang paused for a moment, as he naturally saw the barrage chat too.


    At that moment, the Shuiyou were on edge, their hearts lifted with anticipation.


    In reality, most were worrying over nothing. The live stream had over a million viewers, but there were less than twenty items in total present. Even bringing all of them wouldn’t make the odds favorable; they were pitifully low, not to mention that now Bi Fang’s giveaways were calcted based on fan value. Those with insufficient fan value couldn’t even get a taste of the action.


    “Bulletproof vests are defensive items, and my country actually doesn’t prohibit their cirction. However, at most, I can only carry one extra piece. Don’t be fooled by the small size of a bulletproof vest; it weighs around three kilograms, so it’s impossible for me to carry more,” he exined.


    Upon hearing this, the audience was naturally extremely disappointed, but weren’t too heartbroken since being an Unlucky One was the norm in this world, with Lucky Emperors being rare and short-lived.


    Without rushing to collect, Bi Fang dragged the steel cylinder to the second metal cab.


    What would be inside?


    Would there be any guns?


    The Shuiyou were so excited they could barely contain themselves, especially the male viewers. Their worship of violent weapons was almost innate—didn’t every boy have a toy gun growing up?


    This was the most primal desire, that of violence and conquest.


    For food, territory, and survival, ancestors had to hunt and even kill, ensuring their dominance over females, their right to live, which is why men revered might so much. This instinct, through the passage of time, seeped into their blood.


    Enjoying a peach and feeling refreshed? That’s heresy!<div>


    They should be condemned at the stake!


    Many who enjoyed watching Bi Fang’s live streams revered his strength and willingly spent their years-saved pocket money and cigarette and liquor funds withvish tips during his incredible feats. Such adoration was unshakable!


    Compared to him, other broadcasters couldn’t offer the same level of excitement and thrill, cementing his unique and increasingly stable status in the industry.


    The same procedure to melt the lock and then open the cab door was followed.


    Even though they were mentally prepared, the audience was still very excited to see the items inside the cab.


    Unlike bulletproof vests and helmets, this cab mostly contained tools.


    Stun guns!


    Electric batons!


    Tactical shlights!


    Several daggers!


    All were very practical items, but unfortunately, the one thing the viewers wanted to see most was not there.


    But Bi Fang wasn’t disappointed, after all, it goes without saying how important firearms are. If there were any, they would likely have been taken by the factory staff long ago, so the possibility of them being left behind was slim.


    However, judging by the resources found so far, he had already hit the jackpot!<div>


    With thest cab finished, there was only one safe left…