"What do you want?" The staff member exchanging items for Zhang Feng was a thin boy who looked like a minor, with thin cheeks and a somewhat sickly appearance.

Qiao Mi glanced at the boy's hands with their prominent veins and sunken cheeks, and sighed inwardly. Perhaps the Central City wasn't so easy to live in after all. Look how hungry the child was, so thin and bony.

"How much gasoline can we get at most? It's not easy for us to come here," Zhang Feng said.

I brought 100 kilograms of clean rice in the car just to change the oil.

"Ten kilograms of rice equals one liter of oil. One hundred kilograms of moldy rice equals one liter of oil, with no limit. We have appraisers on site for other exchangeable goods."

"Holy crap! You're robbing me! Have you no humanity?!" Qiao Mi exclaimed. He had exchanged steamed buns here before, and the prices were all within an acceptable range, but exchanging so much rice for gasoline was just too much. Could gasoline be drunk or used to fill one's stomach? One hundred pounds of moldy rice could feed his whole family for a month.

Qiao Mi's words caused a pause in the atmosphere. The boy raised his hand, and four men on guard behind him strode over with unfriendly eyes.

Because of her loose tongue, she became the focus of attention. The other side had a large number of people and a menacing aura, so Qiao Mi couldn't help but take a step back, feeling a little weak.

"We need ten liters. Go get the rice." Zhang Feng pushed Qiao Mi behind him, acting as if nothing had happened.

The four men glanced at Zhang Feng, their eyes still unfriendly, but they toned down their imposing manner. Instead of moving forward, they split into two teams and stood guard side by side, their gazes fixed on Zhang Feng and his companions.

"These people at the exchange point really like to bully others; they can only scare ordinary people. I'm pretty sure they're not from the central city now." The people from the central city couldn't stand this insult and had already started fighting. Qian Yuan crossed his arms and grinned maliciously.

Tu Ling looked at Zhang Feng's calm back. He was a commoner, but not an ordinary commoner. He had something to rely on!

Which base did you come from?

He mentally reviewed the key figures of the most powerful bases, but had no recollection of them.

Perhaps it's a small base.

Explosives and grenades are the most scarce resources in the apocalypse. The main source is the central city. Other scattered bases may have people who know how to make bombs, but they are few and far between, and they only make some simple bombs with very weak destructive power. However, this team's bombs are not weak, and they seem to have no shortage of them. They throw them around without any method or strategy, and it is impossible to tell whether they are worried about the cost.

Recalling Zhang Feng's words that it wasn't a grenade, Tu Ling concluded that it must have been a homemade bomb or something similar, suggesting that they were experts hidden among the crowd.

Qiao Mi carried the rice over with a pained expression, and Zhang Feng casually took it and handed it to the table.

The boy gave Zhang Feng a cryptic look, opened the rice bag, picked out a few grains of rice, tasted them, and his expression visibly changed from indifference to amiability.

"Good rice. From now on, send all rice like this to me, and I'll give you an extra liter. Give him 11 liters."

"Thanks."

After changing the gasoline, they headed back, with Zhang Feng's team constantly being watched.

"Hurry up and get out of here." There are no rules in this apocalypse, and it's hard to guarantee that there aren't poachers among these people.

The four quickly got into the car, started the engine, and drove away.

"Oh dear, they broke their promise." Qian Yuan's face fell as he watched the man drive away.

“They probably won’t go too far.” Tu Ling said meaningfully, watching the two teams leave the group one after another.

Needless to say, it was all about scrambling for supplies.

Eleven liters of oil will last a long time.

Xu Tuo sat in the passenger seat and saw the two pickup trucks following behind in the rearview mirror. He became a little nervous. With their limited strength, they could only show off in the slums. Compared to these strong teams, they were no match for them.

"It's alright. If they come, just kill them." Zhang Feng's voice from the window reassured everyone.

Qiao Mi stared intently at Zhang Feng, a thoughtful look in her eyes.

"I need people. You all need to work hard for me and not betray me. As long as I have food to eat, you won't starve." Zhang Feng's words were straightforward, which shocked the three men.

Clearly, Zhang Feng is about to do something big!

Judging from his tone, he's probably not some nobody backing him.

"Brother Feng, we're with you."

"Brother Feng, me too, I will never betray you."

"And me too."

All three agreed; whether they were truly sincere, only time would tell.

"They're here." Zhang Feng stood up and smiled as he looked at the two pickup trucks hanging behind his car.

"Drive carefully. Qiao Mi, are you accurate when throwing stones?" Zhang Feng took out a talisman, calmly picked up the stones prepared in the truck bed, and then found some paper from somewhere to wrap the talisman and stones together, leaving only a fuse sticking out.

"Sure, I'm really good at skipping stones." But what's this for? Qiao Mi's gaze fell on the familiar crumpled paper. If he wasn't mistaken, what he had just wrapped up wasn't a grenade, but a triangular talisman!

Qiao Mi: !!!

Is this a joke?

"Set it on fire and throw it onto their car."

"Brother Feng, you're not kidding, are you?"

"Do as I say. If you say another word, don't come out with me again!" Zhang Feng frowned, already displaying the aura of a captain.

Jomi: ...

He took it, lit it, and threw it away.

The scattered sparks on the paper ball were like tiny fires; the car behind didn't even have time to react before it was completely engulfed by the deafening explosion and smoke.

The screeching sound of the brakes was both jarring and nerve-wracking.

Fortunately, the pickup truck following behind was far enough away from the one in front, otherwise it would have become an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

"Holy crap!! This team is carrying grenades! They're from Central City!" Only people from Central City have the ability to waste grenades on them. If it were an ordinary team, it would probably be a melee!

"Damn it, thank goodness I drove slowly! If those old white guys had clashed with the people from Central City, it would have been quite a show." Even the best kung fu is no match for grenades!

"Do you think Old Bai has the guts and the strength to go to war with Central City?!"

"What a load of crap, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot." I'm quite cultured; I use this idiom well.

"That's settled then. Hurry up and turn around, the exchange point is about to close."

"Alright. But should we tell Elder Bai about this?"

"What the hell is this to me? Go ahead and sue me if you want, and see if that bastard Lao Bai will give you a bag of rice."

"Then forget it, we didn't get any points." Everyone knows Old Bai, he's only generous to his own people.

Upon hearing the explosion, Qian Wu floored the accelerator and sped off in pursuit.

"Slow down. Our true friends are coming." Zhang Feng said with a faint smile, watching the Tu Ling team speeding towards them from afar.

The explosion was quite loud, and of course, everyone at the exchange point could hear it. Almost everyone turned their attention to the direction from which the sound came after the explosion.

"Sir, it's the team that just changed the oil; they have grenades." A young man appeared beside the boy at some point.

"Don't worry about it."

"yes."