The cash he'd brought back from the wasteland had other uses and couldn't be touched for now. However, there was still a good amount of gold left from the Stone Statue Apocalypse, which he could sell to deal with his urgent need for cash.
But even if he sold it all, it would only amount to a few million, a drop in the bucket for his future plans.
If he wanted to be adequately equipped to protect himself before entering the mission worlds, he needed sufficient financial backing.
For example, the True Apocalypse Game now allowed him to enter mission worlds with clothes on. If he could get his hands on a suit of exoskeleton armor, or even just a simple Kevlar vest, it would be far better than going in wearing a T-shirt.
A gentle breeze caressed his face. Shen Feng stretched comfortably on the roof of the vehicle. 'No ubiquitous nuclear radiation, no war-torn landscape... now this is comfortable.'
