"Okay! Follow me."

Ten minutes later, the group finally arrived at their destination.

"It's quite far," He Xingyong remarked.

"Hehe! Actually, this building complex is a residential area. After we cleared out the zombies, we did some renovations and then arranged for people to live here!"

"Is everyone like this?" Lan Yu asked curiously.

"That's not it. Everyone knows that there is a shortage of supplies and housing is very tight in this post-apocalyptic world, and the base can't treat everyone the same. It mostly depends on the contribution level."

"So, people are divided into different classes!" He Xingyong hit the nail on the head.

"Well, you can't say that. Those with superpowers contribute the most in the apocalypse. If we treat ordinary people the same as those with superpowers, wouldn't that make people resentful and make management difficult?" Zhao Wen stopped speaking. He knew that being too clear-headed wouldn't help.

"In that case, many conflicts will arise among ordinary people. For example, will women without superpowers be drawn to the strong?" Qu Wanbing asked seriously.

"Absolutely, some people have to do that in order to survive."

"Do you have any jobs that ordinary people do, so that they can earn contribution points and solve their basic needs?"

"Yes, there are, but too few! Men are alright, they can do manual labor, but women, those who are not good-looking will do sewing and mending, while those who are somewhat attractive will find a strong man to climb up to."

"That's the tragedy. People will stop at nothing to survive." Sui Yi shook her head, feeling sorrow for the women of this disastrous era.