"Deal." Zhong Xun gritted his teeth and agreed, but looking at the enormous zombie, he felt he hadn't lost out.

"Wait a minute." Jin Huaimin looked at them with a gloomy expression. "According to the White Tiger Base's regulations, you can't just make this deal."

As soon as he said this, Zhong Xun and Song Xia both looked at him. Jin Huaimin took a deep breath. No matter how harsh his words were, he had to say them. He couldn't let them form an alliance like this.

"According to the rules, those who receive the protection of the White Tiger Base must hand over half of the supplies."

Zhong Xun retorted with dissatisfaction: "That was for ordinary people. When have we ever levied such a high fee on people with superpowers?"

Song Ziming scoffed, "You said yourself that you're under the protection of the White Tiger Base. Are we the ones being protected?"

"And this mission wasn't issued by the base management office, was it?"

"Let me add something. If we're talking about the supplies handed over, Mr. Jin, you still have to compensate us for half of the supplies. If I remember correctly, the research institute is an institution under the base, right?"

Zhong Xun laughed: "That's right, Uncle Jin. The research institute's results are all shared by the base and belong to the base, so we still need to replenish Sister Song's supplies by half. Who knows if this is a level six or level seven zombie? How much do you think is appropriate?"

“You…” Jin Huaimin pointed at him, a breath of anger stuck in his throat.

"That research institute is clearly under your jurisdiction."

“Although it’s under my jurisdiction, it’s a research institution of the base. Sister Song and the others are handing it over, right? What kind of compensation do you think is appropriate? I think since Sister Song brought back so many superhumans this time, we should allocate resources according to the management level from now on. Weapons should also be allocated properly.”

Song Ziming continued, "Speaking of which, my mother and Uncle Zhong are both managers of the base, and the research institute also belongs to the base. We all agree to this, so why don't you agree, Elder Jin? Do you want to monopolize this giant zombie? But it's useless for you to have it, since you don't have the talent to research it. Or do you want this crystal core to activate your special abilities?"

He quickly apologized after he finished speaking: "I'm sorry, I'm young and don't think before I speak. Please don't mind me, Mr. Jin. After all, it was my mother, Song, who brought back this zombie. In the end, we didn't get anything. Why should we hand over half the value of the supplies after handing over the zombie to the research institute?"

Song Ziming's words drew nods of agreement from everyone. Yes, they brought back zombies, and they didn't hide them themselves, so what else should they hand over?

"If we really have to pay again, won't we end up losing money when we bring back supplies from outside?"

"Isn't it right to transport it to the research institute? The research will only benefit the base if it yields results, right? Why is Elder Jin still stopping it?"

"I used to think Mr. Jin was quite fair, so why has he been targeting Sister Song and the others lately?"

"What else could it be? They're afraid their position will be threatened."

"Tsk, I thought he was protecting the survivors, but it turns out he just wanted to protect his own rights."

When Jin Huaimin heard these whispers, he almost fainted. Weren't these ignorant people the ones who hated Zhong Xun's research the most? How come they're worshipping him now?

Little did he know that Min Hui and his team had already achieved initial success in maintaining order within the base over the past two months. Some superhumans would become arrogant after the apocalypse, but as the apocalypse dragged on, they gradually became more rational. They would eventually get bored of bullying the unarmed.

Furthermore, there are also hierarchies among people with superpowers. If you can bully ordinary people at will, wouldn't those with stronger superpowers also be able to bully you at will?

After all, Song Xia is the only one with top-notch strength in this base, and anyone else could be surpassed.

Most people want a peaceful life, and most people's conscience hasn't been extinguished. So, in just two months, even though they didn't join, they agreed with what Min Hui and the others did.

Even in the apocalypse, aren't people who selflessly protect the safety of survivors worthy of respect?

Before, there was no comparison, so it was fine, but now that there is a comparison, we can see how hypocritical Jin Yong and his ilk are.

He called it a survivor base, but it was just a way to gather people together and maintain his rule. The base didn't belong to him; it was only because of all these people with superpowers and ordinary people that the base existed.

To put it bluntly, it's only because Song Xia doesn't have the opportunity to control those dangerous pre-apocalyptic weapons right now that she's doing so. Otherwise, if she rallied everyone, they could immediately rebuild a base next door. Who would you, Old Jin, be then?

Listening to the heated discussion among the superpowered individuals, Zhong Xun felt uneasy. After all, he had worked with Uncle Jin for so many years, and now that Uncle Jin was being questioned, would he also face such scrutiny? Could the research institute's experiments continue?

It's astonishing how quickly Song Xia has garnered so many supporters!

What's even more terrifying is that he and Uncle Jin seem to have no way to deal with it. Do they really have to use those weapons? If they do, they might lose themselves.

"Uncle Jin, we know you misspoke because of the base. After all, the base can only distribute supplies to everyone if we hand over the materials. We didn't explain it clearly, which led to your misunderstanding."

“Yes, yes, it’s all for the base.” Jin Huaimin’s secretary quickly responded, “Our Elder Jin also wants to distribute more supplies to everyone at the base. He was busy with the plantation last night until this morning. He just arrived in a hurry and hasn’t figured out the situation yet.”

Although they knew he was talking nonsense, Zhong Xun changed his tune, and several high-level superhumans behind Jin Huaimin looked over coldly, so the discussion gradually stopped.

However, no one is talking about it now, but once the opinion has been formed, it cannot be easily eliminated.

The superhumans who returned with Song Xia and the others watched this farce with amusement. Even in the apocalypse, these people were still dreaming of being rulers!

It seems their choice was right; at least Sister Song didn't have all these complicated issues.

Moreover, Sister Song's strength is enough to make them submit and follow her; they don't like being manipulated by power struggles.

If they truly care about the good of the world, then making some sacrifices is understandable; but if it's just to consolidate their rule, no one is a fool.

That Mr. Jin, in this post-apocalyptic reconstruction, hypocrisy won't last.

A group of people followed behind Song Xia and walked past Jin Huaimin. No matter how angry Jin Huaimin was, he could only endure it now, since he was in the wrong. Not only that, he also had to allocate supplies to settle the people that Song Xia brought back. It was a thankless task.

After all, if he continues to oppose it, no one will give him a way out. If he keeps obstructing him, more people will wonder whether he is doing it for the base or for himself.

The apocalypse is already bad enough, and everyone is struggling to survive. What's the point of you still scheming here?

You're going your own way, treating the White Tiger Base as your personal territory, trying to become a local tyrant? No way, it's not that easy. We all gathered here to stick together and support each other, not to support anyone in particular.