The stall owner was a skinny middle-aged man with a greasy, shiny leather jacket that gave off a stale, strange smell.

He picked his teeth with his black fingers, making a clicking sound, and his cloudy eyes looked at everyone who approached him vigilantly and greedily.

The stall was cluttered with worn old maps, broken communicator parts, and bottles of strangely colored liquids.

Xiao Han walked forward expressionlessly and knocked on the wooden tabletop that was covered with oil stains and scratches with his fingers.

"Knock knock." There was a muffled sound on the table.

"I want to ask something." His voice was calm and unquestionable.

The "Know-it-all" raised his eyelids lazily, and his cloudy eyes swept over Xiao Han and A'mo, lingering on their clean clothes for a few seconds, with a calculating look in his eyes.

He grinned, revealing a few yellow teeth, and his mouth smelled foul: "Ask for information? Sure. Old rules, understand? The information I give you is never cheap."

Xiao Han raised his chin slightly: "Head of the base, the distribution of forces in each area, the more detailed the better."

The know-it-all's eyes moved faster, like a mouse that had found its prey. He stretched out three skinny fingers and waved them in front of Xiao Han.

“This number.”

He seemed to think it was not enough, so he greedily added another one, making it four, and raised his voice: "Four hundred points. Or, two unopened cans of beef, must be braised flavor before the end of the world! One less cent, no deal!"

His tone was matter-of-fact, and his greedy face was disgusting.

Xiao Han raised the corner of his mouth slightly and sneered.

The laughter was very light, but it was like a needle that pierced through the "Know-It-All"'s bluffing, and the smug look on his face froze.

"Four hundred points?" Xiao Han leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the dirty table, looking down at him, "Why don't you go and rob? Your shabby stall is not even worth four points."

Every word hit the know-it-all in the face like ice chips.

The know-it-all's face turned red and then blue, and he stiffened his neck, looking timid but inwardly timid: "Hey, kid, be polite! This is my exclusive news, and I won't cheat anyone! You can buy it or not, get out of here, and don't delay my business!"

He wanted to be tough, but the trembling ending of his voice betrayed his inner weakness.

Xiao Han didn't say anything else. He slowly raised his hand, put his five fingers together and made a fist.

The joints made a subtle and clear "crackling" sound, which was particularly abrupt and harsh in front of this stall.

A'mo, who had been silent all the time, took half a step forward.

The tall figure instantly cast a heavy shadow, completely covering the thin "Know-It-All".

Ah Mo still had no expression on his face, just staring at the stall owner as if he were a dead object.

All the color drained out of the Know-It-All's face, leaving it as pale as paper.

His Adam's apple rolled violently and he swallowed with a gulp. Cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead and slid down his dirty forehead.

That bit of forced arrogance disappeared in an instant.

His legs were shaking, his knees were weak, he could barely stand and was on the verge of falling.

"Uh... Big... Big Brother... If you have something to say... We can talk about it..." His voice was trembling, and he couldn't form a complete sentence. He forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, flattering and fearful. "Then... As for the price, we can negotiate it! Everything can be negotiated!"

Xiao Han raised his eyebrows and clenched his fists tightly: "How much do you think it's worth now?"

"No... I don't want any money! Not even a cent!" The "Know-it-all" shook his head like a rattle. "Whatever you two brothers want to know, I... I will tell you everything I know! Just consider it as... making friends, and I'll apologize!"

He hurriedly took out a greasy and dirty hardcover notebook from under the stall, and opened it with trembling fingers, almost crushing the paper.

"The boss of the base is called Lei Lao Hu, a superpower with a bad temper who kills people without blinking an eye. He is in charge of Area A. Area B is his second-in-command, nicknamed Scorpion, and Area C is a no-man's land..."

As the "know-it-all" spoke, he glanced at Xiao Han and A'mo quickly. He spoke very quickly, as if he wanted to pour out everything he knew immediately, not even daring to leave out the secret rumors he had heard from others.

After listening to this, Xiao Han took out a small piece of low-quality energy bar from his pocket and threw it on the table.

The energy bar made a "pop" sound and rolled twice on the stained table.

That thing is worth five points at most.

"Here, I'll buy you to shut up." His voice was cold.

The "Know-it-all" nodded and bowed as if he had been pardoned. He picked up the energy bar with trembling hands, and held it tightly in his hand like a treasure, with a look of relief on his face for having survived the calamity.

"Thank you, big brother! Thank you for the reward! Take care, big brother!"

Xiao Han no longer looked at him and left with A'mo.

After taking a few steps, I could still hear the servile thanks of the "know-it-all" behind me, which was particularly harsh in the noisy market.

According to the information from the "Know-it-all", Xiao Han and A'mo took many detours and finally arrived at a relatively spacious open space.

At the edge of the clearing, against the wall, stood a huge, weathered metal plate.

There were many strips of paper of different colors nailed densely on the board, like a patched rag.

The metal plate was crowded with people, noisy, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of sweat and cheap tobacco.

"Get out of the way, everyone! I want to take the red one!" A burly man with a scorpion tattoo on his arm roughly pushed away the people blocking his way.

"Why! I saw it first!" A skinny monkey next to him screamed, but his voice was quickly drowned out.

Xiao Han stood on the outskirts of the crowd, observing the chaotic scene.

This is obviously the "task release point".

He saw someone struggling to squeeze to the front, tear off a piece of paper, and squeeze out while cursing, running to a temporary shed nearby. A sign that read "Mission Registration Office" was hung on the door of the shed, and a drowsy guard was leaning against the door frame.

"It's like fighting over cabbages in the vegetable market." Xiao Han whispered.

His eyes swept across the colorful slips of paper, finally stopping on an inconspicuous, slightly yellowed slip of paper in the corner.

A'mo followed his gaze.

The corners of Xiao Han's mouth twitched slightly, and he walked towards the metal plate.

Xiao Han's eyes fell on the notes of different colors.

White, gray, yellow, red, and even a few pure black notes were nailed to the highest point, but no one paid attention to them.

He grabbed a young man who had just squeezed out of the crowd, sweating profusely, holding a gray piece of paper in his hand.

The young man was startled, and when he saw Xiao Han and A'mo, who was like an iron tower beside him, a look of vigilance appeared on his face.

“What…what are you doing?”

Xiao Han pointed to the large board and said, "What do those papers mean?"

The young man was stunned for a moment, then showed a contemptuous expression of "You don't even know this", but looked at A'mo, lowered his voice and said quickly: "The color represents the difficulty and reward. White is the lowest, which means some odd jobs and garbage cleaning jobs. The points given are pitifully small, just enough to keep people from starving."

He shook the gray note in his hand: "Gray, slightly better. You may need to go to the outskirts of the base to collect some designated supplies. It's a bit dangerous, but the reward can be exchanged for a few energy bars."

"Yellow, the danger level is getting higher. You have to deal with some lone zombies or mutant bugs. If you are unlucky, some people may die. The reward is good."

"Red is a tough job. You have to wipe out a small group of zombies or hunt down a mutant beast that has some reputation. You may risk your life, but the reward is enough to make you feel relaxed for a while."

He swallowed and glanced at the black note at the top with obvious fear: "As for the black one... that's a death mission. It is said that few people who accept it can come back alive to complete the mission. They are all impossible goals, such as going deep into a large nest or something."

Xiao Han nodded: "How do I answer it?"

"If you see something you like and you can reach it, just tear it off!" The young man raised his chin and pointed to the shed next to him, "Then go over there to register, and when you complete the task, come back to hand in your reward. The quick hand gets the reward, the slow hand gets the reward!"

After the young man finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Xiao Han, stuffed the gray note into his pocket like a treasure, and hurried to the registration office.

Xiao Han looked at the messy metal plate, then looked at the sleepy registrar next to him.

He curled the corners of his mouth, feeling that the management style of this base was really full of the ruggedness and...humor of the apocalyptic characteristics.