Qiongzhou Island.

Nantian Building, Jinpan Street, North District.

Wang Tianshui lay on the bed, surrounded by beautiful young women, looking content and enjoying their personal care.

Before long, the young lady was so embarrassed she almost choked.

Just then.

There was a knock on the door.

Knock knock knock.

Who is it?

"Boss, it's me."

"Come in."

Wang Tianshui glanced at them impatiently.

The pretty young lady didn't dare to complain. She grabbed her clothes and, without even having time to put them on, covered herself as she walked out.

When Wang Tianshui saw his underling enter, he regained his stern demeanor: "Is there anything you need to report?"

The younger brother respectfully said, "Boss, it's time to pay protection money again these days. According to the current statistics, our [Flowing Light Alliance] has collected a total of 75,000 crystal cores this month, with very little food and some living supplies."

"Seventy-five thousand? That's all?" Wang Tianshui said with dissatisfaction.

"Well, it's really tough for the boss right now, because the zombies are all level four or higher. Those small organizations are weak and small in scale, so it's normal that they can't kill too many zombies."

What do you mean by "can't kill too many"?

Wang Tianshui said coldly, "Those people's organizations must have at least several hundred or a thousand people, right? Our [Flowing Light Alliance] has fifteen affiliated sub-organizations, and we can't even kill five thousand zombies a day?"

"These people really don't take me, Wang Tianshui, seriously! They're getting more and more perfunctory every month. I've even given them the option to choose their tributes and asked them to leave some food so they could do their jobs properly, but they won't give me any face at all?"

"Then... what do you want to do, boss?"

"Now, all affiliated organizations must prioritize food when paying protection money, and only then should they pay crystal cores! We already have enough crystal cores; having more crystal cores is useless if we don't have enough food!"

"What if they can't produce it?"

"If you can't produce it, go rob other districts. If you can't even do that, you might as well die. What's the point of having them?!"

Wang Tianshui grew angrier the more he thought about it.

At the time, among the organizations affiliated with the [Flowing Light Alliance], [Golden River Gate] and [Yang Family Generals] were the strongest, so they also had the intention to recruit them.

But these two people, ungrateful and foolish, actually defected?

otherwise.

How could these small organizations be so tough?

Having learned from this experience, Wang Tianshui simply stopped caring about these people's feelings, since they wouldn't like paying tribute anyway.

It's better to keep squeezing them dry.

Once you've squeezed them dry enough, kill those who need to be killed and gather those who need to be gathered.

As for why they didn't collect them all? The answer is simple: although their organization had enough crystal core reserves, they simply didn't have enough food.

The [Flowing Light Alliance] alone has nearly 30,000 members.

If all fifteen small organizations were absorbed, it might cause a shortage of food for the organizations, which would be a loss.

"Understood, boss." The underling nodded.

"What about Yang Erlang and Jin He? Have you found any information about them?" Wang Tianshui asked.

"According to our investigation a few days ago..."

"They safely crossed the sea bridge to Leizhou City. The Awakened Organization in this small city seems to be doing well. There are almost no zombies on the streets. It's no surprise that they've been recruited by that organization."

What's the name of that organization?

"Dawn Society".

"hehe……"

Wang Tianshui said with a cold look in his eyes, "If you don't join my organization, join someone else's? You don't know what's good for you—it seems I'll have to go to Leizhou City myself and let this damn Li Ming know how powerful we are."

Leizhou City itself is not large.

It's only half the size of the North District.

How many zombies are there? What good will it do to wipe them out?

While his [Flowing Light Alliance] appears to have only close to 30,000 members, there are three other forces of equal strength in the Northern District that are allied with him, bringing the total to nearly 100,000.

There are more than ten Level 6 Awakeners.

Even if you're incredibly powerful, how many Level 6 Awakened individuals can you possibly have?

At most, there might be two or three.

He considered their strength to be nothing, posing no threat whatsoever. He would deal with them when he had the chance.

At this stage, it's better to develop in the northern district.

Wang Tianshui instructed, "Go and put the supplies in the warehouse of the building. The affiliated small organizations are restless—they may have other ideas. Just in case, send more people to guard the warehouse."

"Yes, boss."

The younger brother left.

Wang Tianshui was uneasy and rubbed his temples: "Why do my eyelids feel twitching? I should have enough space in the warehouse, and my brother is guarding it. Even if those small organizations unite, they will die. I must be overthinking it."

Little did they know.

After my younger brother left.

A transparent chameleon climbed the wall and quietly followed him, soon arriving at the warehouse door.

The building has a total of 65 floors.

Wang Tianshui is on the 64th floor, and the warehouse is located on the top floor. Choosing such a high position was also to protect the warehouse.

after all……

The building is so tall, the elevators are out of power.

Moreover, each floor is guarded, so even if an awakened person wants to rush up, it will take a lot of time.

Such a high position.

Do you think you can fly to the rooftop and rob a warehouse?

However.

Right now.

A manta ray is suspended in mid-air above the building.

The manta rays were completely obscured by a thick layer of clouds, so the group stood on top and began to discuss the matter.

Meng Wu observed through his binoculars for a few moments: "According to the information conveyed by the chameleon, the warehouse is on the top floor with more than 500 people guarding the main entrance. There are no guards on the roof, so we can safely land and go straight to the 65th floor."

"Hehe, they thought the rooftop was convenient, but it's actually made things convenient for us," Yang Erlang chuckled.

"really."

"But it's only convenient for us. Ordinary people wouldn't do this. Okay... I'll go alone. After I get the supplies, you guys can meet me up there."

"Yes, Chairman."

Meng Wu and Yang Erlang had no objections.

They no longer cared how Zhang Hao retrieved the supplies, because the Dawn Society's warehouse would automatically refill itself as if by magic every time it ran out of supplies, after Fang Ping asked for permission.

Sun Aotian and other core personnel have all been to the warehouse.

Everyone guessed it.

The president has spatial abilities, but everyone just keeps it to themselves.

The manta ray patriarch began to descend, and when he was still some distance from the rooftop, he jumped off—not to show off, of course.

Rather, it was to prevent them from seeing manta rays.

Landing complete.

He kicked open the rooftop door.

After walking a few steps down the stairs, I saw hundreds of people guarding the corridor. These people obviously did not expect that someone could come down from the roof.

For a moment, everyone was completely dumbfounded.

Where the hell did you come from?