Based on the blond-haired man's description, the Mustang Club's strength is:

'Including the blond guy, there are 4 meat-type characters and 1 beast-type character.'

It can weaken other people's abilities, whether they are dark or poison-based, which can be troublesome.

But if the superhumans are all only at level one, they pose no threat.

There were also 21 men and 6 women, all ordinary people.

After gathering this information, Huang Zhao pondered how to deal with the people in front of him.

"We've already beaten them up. If we let them go, they might come back with more people to cause trouble."

I hate trouble the most.

A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he continued to ask the group:

"If you want supplies, why don't you collect them from the nearby residential buildings?"

"The supplies from just one building would be enough for your club to eat and drink for a month or two."

Putting aside the fact that zombies are everywhere, at this point, more than 90% of the human population on Earth has died, and the remaining food is enough to sustain the remaining population for two or three years without any production.

Moreover, as the Dragon Kingdom has consistently ranked first in grain reserves across the entire planet, even if most food expires in two or three years, there are still many granaries with stored grain available for consumption, so the scarcity of resources does not seem to be too severe.

However, this is not the case. Most places with food have zombies, and without organization, clearing zombies and collecting food is not very efficient.

Moreover, besides humans consuming food, other mutated beasts, like the mutated rats that took over the cafeteria at East China University of Political Science and Law, might also find and occupy human food warehouses.

Most of these mutated beasts are social animals. Without natural predators to restrain them and with food available, they can expand their numbers at an extremely rapid pace, consuming human food reserves.

With the survivors' current disorganized strength, they are simply unable to seize the occupied granary.

After the apocalypse, mutated beasts are the strongest group on land!

However, the beast tide had not yet broken out, and human survivors were not the primary targets of the beast tide.

The blond-haired man replied:

"There are too many zombies in the residential area. Our numbers aren't even enough to fill their gaps."

However, now that more members have awakened their superpowers, and since blocking the bridge to intercept survivors hasn't yielded much, Brother Jie is preparing to lead us to clear out the nearby residential area to collect supplies.

"What would you do if you encountered survivors?"

"Take the supplies, beat them up if they don't know what's good for them, and then tell them to get lost."

He glanced cautiously at the two armored figures before him, then hurriedly said:

"We didn't kill any other survivors. You can ask them if you don't believe me!"

The other six people had already given up and answered whatever was asked, quickly echoing the blond-haired guy to corroborate his testimony.

In a spiritual connection, Huang Zhao asked Qin Yi:

"Brother Yi, what do you think we should do with these people?"

"I'll do whatever you say."

"If these people didn't have that club behind them, I would have let them go just now."

If we teach them a lesson now and let them go, they might bring that Brother Jie back to cause trouble.

I hate trouble the most.

"Then kill them."

As he spoke, Qin Yi slammed the alloy hammer he was holding heavily onto the ground.

Under the gravity of the level two flesh system ability user, the hammer handle was hammered deep into the cement ground, and cracks spread outwards.

The seven blond-haired men trembled in fear at the blow and immediately begged for mercy:

"Big brother, I really didn't lie to you!"

"Everything I said is true!"

"Brother, spare my life!"

"Shut up!"

Annoyed by their noise, Huang Zhao snapped, continuing his mental communication with Qin Yi:

"Every survivor is precious in the post-apocalyptic world, and we're not some kind of demons who kill without cause."

Qin Yi was somewhat confused; what exactly did President Chen want to do? He could only reply:

"I'll do whatever you say."

"Okay, let's do it this way!"

The atmosphere was somewhat tense at this moment. In the eyes of Huang Mao and the others, Huang Zhao and his companion stood quietly in front of them, watching them.

Although they didn't speak, they felt a chill run down their spines.

Standing in front of Huang Mao and the others, Huang Zhao raised his hands, and two large spatial energy balls condensed in his palms.

Ahead of the two, no spatial energy was visible as it gradually gathered. The blond-haired man, unaware of Huang Zhao's actions, asked obsequiously:

"Whatever you need, brother, I will do it!"

After the spatial energy spheres were condensed, Huang Zhao pushed them behind Huang Mao and the others with both hands. The two energy spheres immediately flew over Huang Mao's head and sped towards the pile of cars blocking the road.

A cool sensation ran down his head. Yellow Hair felt something brush past him. He reached up and touched his head; it was smooth.

"?!"

Before I could even be surprised at where my hair had gone, I heard two loud bangs behind me.

Turning around, they found that the vehicles that the group of people had moved to block the road looked like they had been hit by artillery shells; the car bodies were severely deformed, and the pile of cars had collapsed.

The seven people who saw the scene resembled a car accident were shocked by the power of Huang Zhao's supernatural abilities and stood there dumbfounded.

"Move the cars blocking the road."

A cold voice came from inside the armor.

The seven people, who had been awakened, quickly got up and worked together to lift the car to one side.

The small family car weighed just over a ton, and a blond guy with an awakened flesh system, along with six adult men, easily moved the vehicle to the side.

At this moment, the other 6 henchmen also noticed the smooth track on the top of the blond-haired man's head, and they were all trying hard to suppress their laughter, which looked quite comical.

A chill ran down his spine, and the blond-haired man dared not be angry or speak out. He could only glare fiercely at his six underlings.

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