Ye Li listed a perfect-grade Jacobs weapon and a perfect-grade Behemoth weapon in the trade window.

Then, he replied to the message: "For self-defense!"

"Thanks!"

Li Qingge replied.

The transaction request was then approved.

"20,000 gold coins! ~~~///(^v^)\\\~~~"

Ye Li suddenly said.

Li Qingge: "...You've really gone too far with this business!"

"There's no other way, we need to eat!"

Ye Li smiled.

…

…

Under the lighthouse.

The survivors who had gathered together heard the commotion coming from the enormous object in the sky.

They couldn't help but look up.

A huge platform was slowly descending.

This immediately perked everyone up.

"I thought we'd have to wait a long time, but I didn't expect the people above to come down and die so quickly!"

Someone said excitedly.

After all, the supplies on their vehicle were limited. If the people on the lighthouse didn't come down, the longer they stayed there, the scarcer their supplies would become.

"Could this be a trap? We were just thinking of taking over this building when the people upstairs came down!"

Some of them also expressed their inner concerns.

After all, it was all too much of a coincidence.

Among the survivors, there were also teams that traveled with the lighthouse.

"What's there to be afraid of? Since I dared to publicize this matter in the chat channel, I don't take those informers seriously at all!"

Ma Liu stepped forward and spoke.

He is the founder and leader of this racing team.

"But they have guns! We only have crossbows!"

Some people said with concern.

"The Rogue King's team has already provided us with 20 standard-grade AKs, which is enough. Besides, we also have this!"

As Ma Liu spoke, he pulled two hand grenades from his crotch.

The surrounding survivors were stunned.

So far, the survivors are already considered very powerful if they have guns, but I didn't expect their captain to be able to pull out two grenades.

"Captain, where...where did you take that out from?"

Even though the survivors could see it clearly, they couldn't help but ask.

Is this the important point?

Ma Liu glared at the person who asked the question.

He continued, "How about we go over there and give them a stir-fried melon with pork..."

Two...isn't that enough?

Someone else asked worriedly.

"I have 10 of these grenades!"

As Ma Liu spoke, he returned to his car and unloaded a wooden box.

There were also 8 hand grenades inside.

He distributed the eight grenades to four more people, saying, "Come with me and we'll take them down! There's only one platform; this wave will wipe out at least half of them. Once the grenades have detonated, everyone charge up with me and let these natives see the hand-to-hand combat skills passed down from our ancestors!"

Ma Liu looked very confident.

"Captain is awesome!"

The crowd cheered him on.

"Get in the car, everyone move the car over here!"

Ma Liu nodded in satisfaction, waved his hand, and got into the car first.

Then, leading the survivors in a grand procession, they headed towards the spot where the lighthouse's elevator platform had landed.

And at this moment, on the lifting platform.

Hiro looked at the convoy rushing towards him below, and his expression became slightly serious.