In his letter, Qiu Feng bluntly rejected Qiu Chen, saying that Lin Nuo was still alive because they had shown him mercy, and that he, like the other bandits, deserved to die.

There were only two paths waiting for Linno: either to work as a slave until he died, or to be executed prematurely.

As for Qiu Chen, Qiu Feng stated that if he was forced to write the letter, he would give him a chance to explain; if he genuinely wished for it, then they would be strangers, and he would show no mercy if there was any conflict.

If the so-called boss wants to discuss something with him, then he should show some sincerity and come to talk to him in person, on the condition that his brother be returned.

Niu Dazhuang watched his boss write a reply and laughed, "That boss must be getting impatient, right? The shelter won't sell people to him anymore, so he's setting his sights on us."

Qiu Feng casually folded the letter, leaving it unsealed, and handed it to Niu Dazhuang: "I don't know if this group's miracle drug will work, but their desire for both the living and the dead is abnormal. Getting involved with these people conducting extreme experiments is like asking a tiger for its skin; you might not even know how you died!"

Two weeks ago, Qiu Feng received a message from his brothers who were hiding in the city shelter. So he led more than half of his brothers to carry out a surprise attack and took control of the city shelter's top two leaders.

As a result, they learned more about the current state of the shelters. The city shelter, with a population of over 300,000, was now a mess, with supplies constantly dwindling. If they didn't adopt a hegemonic policy and allowed the people to talk about human rights and equality, their situation would only become more difficult. The remaining supplies might be exhausted in the last two months of winter.

After two riots occurred at the city shelter, they were violently suppressed by the current top leader and second-in-command using armed force. After the suppression, there was a series of authoritarian controls and reductions in resources and food.

Then, the team that developed the miracle drug came to us, offering supplies to buy people, both the dead and the living. Before the harsh winter, the number of deaths in the city's shelters due to lung disease, acid rain, and various other infections reached as high as 800,000. These bodies were either buried or cremated depending on the circumstances, as there were no conditions to preserve them due to weather, manpower, and resource issues.

After the harsh winter arrived, more than 700,000 people died in the shelters. The first 500,000 bodies were handed over to the convoys sent down from above to take away. Later, as the situation became more and more difficult, the higher-ups stopped sending people over.

The igloos in the shelter were piled high with corpses, and the number continued to grow until the boss sent someone to negotiate. More than 200,000 corpses could be exchanged for more than 20 tons of supplies. Although the amount was not large, it was better than nothing. The head of the shelter agreed without much consideration.

Niu Dazhuang sneered: "After selling the dead, they start selling the living. These people are just crying their hearts out for our benefit. The ones who are truly suffering are the people living under their control. Just look at how fat and bloated they are; you can tell how lavish their lives are."

Qiu Feng nodded and then shook his head: "It's truly tragic, but it's also true that they exploit those below them to enrich themselves. However, the city shelter is indeed a huge mess. Taking it over won't be of much help to us. It's better to keep those people under control and let them continue to manage it, so we can also benefit from it."

In this world, being selfless only leads to hardship. We won't do anything ruthless, but we should still think more about ourselves. Who knows when this situation will end?

Niu Dazhuang frowned: "The supplies there can last for another six months or so. Are we going to just give up after six months and let them continue selling people?"

Qiu Feng urged Niu Dazhuang: "Go and deliver the message quickly. There are still six months left, it's too early. If we can win over that boss, we'll definitely make a big profit, but I'm afraid it will be difficult."

Their group was able to buy so many corpses and living people, and they could continuously provide supplies. They also had multiple unknown strongholds. Given their current meager manpower, it was really difficult for them to resist.

Niu Dazhuang turned and went out, handing the letter to one of his brothers to deliver. He had just dispatched a few skilled men who took a shortcut and rode their motorcycles to the front of the car.

Niu Dazhuang instructed his men to wait for them at various points along their route and at intersections, then use coded signals to track them down. They followed them all the way until nightfall, and everything went relatively smoothly.

After the car passed the city shelter, it stopped. Niu Dazhuang and his men had already gone down the mountain and were keeping watch at a distance. Half an hour later, when the car still hadn't made a sound, he realized something was wrong and immediately called for his men to drive closer.

The people in the car were gone, and the car keys were also taken. Niu Dazhuang turned on his flashlight and looked around for any traces. After finding no useful clues, he went straight into the car to check and discovered that the back seat panel was movable.

He had his brothers work together to push the car open, revealing a manhole cover underneath. Niu Dazhuang lifted the cover and looked down. There was water inside, and it smelled terrible. Niu Dazhuang only looked for two seconds before quickly retreating and having someone put the cover back on.

"Dazhuang, what do we do now? Shouldn't we go down and keep chasing?" one of the brothers who came with us asked after the manhole cover was put back on.

Niu Dazhuang shook his head: "It's no use. There's water down there, and the underground waterways are interconnected, making it difficult to track. Besides, our protection isn't enough; it's easy for accidents to happen if we go down."

Niu Dazhuang and his men returned empty-handed, but Qiu Feng wasn't too disappointed. He already knew these people would be difficult to deal with, so this outcome was within his expectations.

"Brother, the trail has gone cold. What should we do next?" Niu Dazhuang felt a bit down.

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