The towering city wall is nearly ten meters high, enclosing an area of only one acre, which is used to store supplies transported from the central city. The huge six characters "Supply Exchange Base" above the city wall are sharp and aggressive!
Below the plaque is a gate more than three meters wide, with a row of tables and chairs in the center, where more than a dozen staff members are registering and exchanging supplies.
Zhang Feng looked up at the wall that soared into the yellow clouds, awestruck by the power of the builders. He wondered how long it must have taken to build such a tall structure, especially considering the constant threat of zombie attacks.
Seeing Zhang Feng lost in shock, Peng Shan chuckled and leaned closer, saying, "This was built by earth-elemental ability users. With steel, cement, and enough physical strength, they can easily build a city in a single day."
Zhang Feng: ...
He wiped his face, showing no sign of dishevelment.
"Let's go and line up."
There weren't many people queuing outside the city wall; they were gathered in small groups, some as families, others as groups tied together.
Tu Ling waited to exchange his cigarette, when a familiar figure caught his eye out of the corner of his eye.
"Hey? Brother Ling, look, it's that rich kid with a bunch of grenades over there." Qian Yuan's excited voice came over.
Qian Wu glanced sideways at his brother, who seemed to have lost his mind, and looked in the direction that had triggered Qian Yuan's madness.
He was that refined but highly lethal man, the wealthy man I encountered while clearing out the pile of corpses.
Tu Ling exhaled a smoke ring and looked at Zhang Feng and the others without saying a word.
Perhaps because the three people's gazes were too direct, Zhang Feng quickly sensed it and looked over.
Three men, all over 1.9 meters tall and dressed in matching black suits, were too conspicuous. Even if they didn't look at Zhang Feng, he immediately glanced over.
“They are hunters,” Jomi stepped forward and whispered in Zhang Feng’s ear.
Zhang Feng didn't reply, but simply nodded politely to the other person as a greeting, and then looked away.
There was no malice in their eyes, only inquiry.
"Brother Tu, they've spotted us. Should we go say hello? Maybe we'll run into them later inside." Most importantly, being friends with a big shot who seems to have an endless supply of grenades would definitely be advantageous. Qian Yuan's calculations were running high.
Qian Wu rolled his eyes. "Brother Tu, my brother has mental issues. Don't pay any attention to him."
"You brat, you even dare to curse your brother? You're asking for it!" Qian Yuanfei's kick was dodged.
"I'll go over there and talk to you guys choose sides." Tu Ling threw his cigarette butt on the ground and stubbed it out, then strode towards Zhang Feng's location.
"Hey? Brother Ling, you're really going? I was just kidding. Wait for me, I'll go with you. Bro, you go ahead and get in line." The two brothers didn't expect Tu Ling to actually go as promised, and Qian Yuan, as the captain's loyal follower, naturally went along.
Qian Wu scoffed, disdainful of his brother's sycophantic behavior, and followed the advancing procession forward, but his eyes never left the direction Tu Ling was heading.
"Brother Zhang, they're coming." Peng Shan and the other three approached Zhang Feng and looked at the two tall figures approaching from the opposite direction.
Zhang Feng coldly stared at the two approaching figures, his heart pounding. He knew all too well the fighting strength of his team; they were just ordinary people. Compared to these hunters who killed zombies every day, they wouldn't stand a chance against them.
With the talisman clutched tightly in his palm, Zhang Feng was ready to throw it.
Of course, Tu Ling noticed when Zhang Feng's movements became tense, so the two stopped when they were more than three meters away from them. They were there to ask some questions, not to fight. Besides, fighting was not allowed at the exchange point; it was a rule of the central city, and they couldn't break it.
"Where are you all from? Would you mind having a chat?" Qian Yuan, as Tu Ling's dutiful mouth double, was the first to break the tense atmosphere.
"Is there something you need?" Zhang Feng asked, frowning.
"We happened to be passing by when you were killing zombies, so we wanted to ask you something." Qian Yuan smiled amiably. His handsome face had a slightly carefree look, but thankfully, it didn't ruin his reputation.
"Oh, is there something you need?" Zhang Feng asked again.
Qian Yuan's smile was a little stiff. He often came into contact with people because of missions, but this was the first time he had encountered someone so difficult to communicate with, whether it was someone from the central city or a civilian outside.
"Which family in Central City are you from?" Tu Ling stared at Zhang Feng's face, not missing a single micro-expression.
"Is there something you need?"
Tu Ling: ...
Qian Yuan laughed again, this time laughing at Tu Ling's similar fate.
"If it's convenient, could you exchange some grenades for us?" Knowing that the other party was not happy, Tu Ling spoke frankly.
"We don't have any grenades," Zhang Feng truthfully stated.
“Impossible. I saw you blasting zombies like they were free,” Qian Yuan interjected. “Hey buddy, there’s no point in lying. We just want to exchange some supplies with you. If you have connections, we can trade crystal cores. Or, do you need other supplies? Whatever you want, whatever’s available in the apocalypse, we can get it for you. But your grenades must always be the same quality you used today.”
"Let's exchange the supplies first, and we can talk somewhere else later." After a moment's thought, Zhang Feng didn't press the issue any further.
Xiao Xiao said that they need a lot of gold, so they need to expand the exchange range. These hunters can get gold more easily than ordinary people like them.
"good."
People around them were watching what was going on; it certainly wasn't a place to talk.
"Are you wearing a communication bracelet? Change your contact method." Qian Yuan pointed to the black watch-like ring on his wrist.
"No."
Qian Yuan: ...Are you kidding me? Don't people in the central city have communication wristbands?
Or are they not from the central city at all?
Qian Yuan narrowed his eyes, his probing gaze turning into suspicion.
"Let's go." Tu Ling grabbed Qian Yuan's arm and dragged him away.
"Hey bro, why are you pulling me? I haven't even asked them yet. Are they from Central City? Why don't they even have communication bracelets?" Communication bracelets are the entry tokens for Central City, just like ID cards before the apocalypse.
“They’re not from Central City.” Tu Ling shook off someone’s arm.
"Huh? No way? No way? Where did he get the grenade?" Qian Yuan turned to look behind him, but Tu Ling grabbed his neck and twisted him back.
"Ouch, brother, brother, what are you doing? It hurts, it hurts, let go, let go!" Qian Yuan almost screamed like a chicken.
"Don't look, don't scare them away. They definitely have a way to get grenades. Maybe they're not from Central City, maybe someone from Central City is doing a private deal with them."
"What? Someone's buying and selling grenades privately? Brother Ling, are you going to report them?"
Taking a deep breath, Tu Ling gritted his teeth and said, "Put away your pig brain. What our team needs most are grenades. If they have the means, I'll report them. What's the difference between that and digging my own grave? Do you think I'm as stupid as you?"
After saying that, Tu Ling strode away. Qian Yuan shrank back and quickly followed, inwardly complaining that his most respected leader's temper had grown even more.
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