Han Peng: "We didn't run very far before that group stopped chasing us. It was so cold. I think their goal was just to drive us away and take all the supplies for themselves. They probably felt it was unnecessary to waste manpower and effort chasing us."

Zhuang Weifeng said angrily, "These despicable traitors, I'll go back and deal with them sooner or later! Han Peng, why didn't you join them?"

Han Peng: "I was trained by Boss Zhuang. He has always treated me well. If it weren't for Boss Zhuang's appreciation, I don't know where I would be now. One should never forget one's roots."

Zhuang Weifeng patted Han Peng on the shoulder: "Don't worry, if you don't let me down, I will definitely not let you down either. Once I recover, we can start over. I won't let any of those people get away with it."

Han Peng nodded and watched Zhuang Weifeng take his medicine before leaving the room to let him rest.

After Han Peng left, Zhuang Weifeng opened his eyes. His head was throbbing as if it were about to explode, and even so, his brain was still unable to rest at this moment.

He had to think about many things. From the moment Han Peng burst into his room and led him away, to now as he lay back in bed, he had been following Han Peng's train of thought the entire time.

It was only at this point that he regained some of his senses. Zhuang Weifeng had noticed that his men were harboring disloyalty, but he hadn't expected them to rebel so quickly.

Without his uncle, Zhuang Weifeng's mind cleared up a bit. It was normal for these people to be dissatisfied with him; they were all driven by self-interest, thinking that he only had those few resources left, so they couldn't help but rebel against him.

But Zhuang Weifeng didn't quite believe Han Peng's serious demeanor in front of him. He was powerless and insignificant now, so why would Han Peng be so devoted to him just because of his uncle's past appreciation? Zhuang Weifeng didn't believe it!

When he went to check on the supplies last time, Han Peng was there with his men guarding the area in the distance, which made Zhuang Weifeng suspect that Han Peng might have other motives.

The more he thought about it, the more his head ached. Zhuang Weifeng closed his eyes. Since Han Peng wanted to protect him, he wouldn't let him die for the time being. His top priority now was to recover quickly so that he could see everyone clearly in the future.

Thanks to the sudden appearance of supplies, the authorities were able to catch their breath in the shelter. The free lunch provided each day was much more filling than before, and each person could also receive a multigrain pancake and a bowl of porridge in the evening.

This redeemed the despair of the disaster victims. As long as they could survive, most of them were unwilling to risk causing trouble.

Xiao Yi sat at his desk, organizing the information he needed to report. This included the various difficulties faced by the shelter, as well as all the information he had obtained from the confession in the leather bag. This matter was very important, and he had to report it as soon as possible.

However, he concealed the sudden appearance of supplies in the shelter and the origin of these confessions. He didn't mention the supplies at all, and he only said that he had accidentally found them by arresting a few people.

As for Li Ke's existence, Xiao Yi didn't mention it at all. Next to him was a conscription order with no expiration date. According to the announcement, the severe cold was almost over, and the border, which had been frequently harassed, was in urgent need of support.