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Ten Butchers stood in the arena, proudly displaying their physiques, trying to make themselves as noticeable as possible. The flames spread around them, and the Butchers' eyes flickered over the fire, imprinting every detail of the terrain into their minds.
This time, the rules had changed; the auction would take place before the Slaughterer Tournament.
All Butchers would be auctioned off together, each marked with a price.
"You know, what if I buy all the Butchers?" Zheng Yifan mused as he listened to the competition rules, a sudden idea striking him.
Han Rui looked at Zheng Yifan in astonishment. "What! You want to buy all the Butchers? That's fifty strong Butchers, each one priced quite expensively."
At that moment, Han Rui's gaze toward Zheng Yifan shifted. Purchasing fifty Butchers would be enough to form a Search Team of nearly a thousand people. Moreover, their chances of survival in such a harsh environment were less than 10%.
"Exactly, I want to buy them all. Don't you think the Organizing Committee changing the rules is a great opportunity? Sure, they might perish in the Slaughterer Tournament, but their prices will definitely drop significantly," Zheng Yifan said as he casually lit a cigarette and took a slow drag.
Zheng Yifan could even hear several people nearby swallowing hard.
"Because the auction has been moved up, no one knows if the Butchers they buy will die in the Slaughterer Tournament. That means prices will plummet," Zheng Yifan continued, taking another deep puff of his cigarette. "If I provide them with weapons and necessary supplies, their chances of survival will increase."
"In that case, the average price will drop significantly; it’s possible that buying all of them could cost less than what it would have for just three or five before," Zheng Yifan said confidently.
Han Rui nodded. "Sir... ah, no, I can call you Boss now. Or do you prefer Captain?"
"Just call me Captain; 'Boss' gives me an image of a rotund Mediterranean man," Zheng Yifan chuckled sheepishly.
"Captain, if you can truly provide them with equipment that ensures their survival and guarantee the safety of their families and friends while offering them opportunities for resources, I believe they would join your team," Han Rui added. "They are all unfortunate souls with their own reasons for being here."
"Of course, I don’t want my wealth to be lost inexplicably in this game," Zheng Yifan smiled as he pulled Han Rui along behind him.
At the Zombie Crystal Exchange Center, Zheng Yifan found the services he needed. He didn’t have many Zombie Crystal s on hand; initially, he planned to exchange them after the Slaughterer Tournament in the afternoon. Now it seemed he needed to expedite that process and prepare suitable equipment for fighting in flames.
Han Rui silently followed behind Zheng Yifan, her eyes shining with anticipation at what resources he held—these were also her guarantees for future survival.
The service at the Exchange Center was quite efficient. By the time Zheng Yifan arrived there, few people remained; all spectators had already entered the Gladiatorial Arena. In this post-apocalyptic world, those who could afford to eat well and gamble a little were relatively few and far between.
"Hello, sir. How may I assist you today?" The staff member at the Exchange Center was stunningly beautiful, her eyes sparkling with a hint of flirtation as she looked at Zheng Yifan, her lips curling into a subtle smile accentuated by a beauty mark.
"I need to exchange Zombie Crystal s for purchases at the Gladiatorial Arena. Please send someone with me to assess the value and transport the items," Zheng Yifan replied kindly, waiting for the evaluators to arrive.
The staff had been ready and rushed over as soon as they heard about the business opportunity. Two young men approached him.
"Sir, is this what you need assessed? Here is our evaluation form. If you decide to sell directly, we can arrange for pickup," one of the young men said, handing over the price list.
Zheng Yifan handed it directly to Han Rui, entrusting him to take charge of the situation.
"The warehouse is in the large storage area, number 4. Here are the keys and proof of ownership. Choose someone to take them and exchange all the salt and sugar in the warehouse for Zombie Crystal s. I'll prepare my equipment," Zheng Yifan instructed as he passed the keys to Han Rui, who would lead the Exchange Center staff to convert the goods.
He needed to hurry. He had already asked the receptionist earlier, and the auction was set to begin at nine in the morning, leaving him nearly two hours to prepare. Zheng Yifan could quickly return to modern times to get everything ready.
After bidding farewell to Han Rui, Zheng Yifan led three other staff members from the Exchange Center back to his rented apartment. Fortunately, his place was quite luxurious for an outer city residence and was very close to Bloody Storm Arena; he arrived home in just five minutes.
He instructed the Exchange Center staff to wait outside while he made several trips back and forth, moving items from his basement into his apartment. Only then did he use a portal to return to modern times.
It was just past six in the morning, a time when most shops were still closed for business.
However, Zheng Yifan couldn't wait any longer. He changed into work clothes and grabbed the keys to the company warehouse before rushing downstairs.
The warehouse was located in the suburbs, about a ten-minute drive from his home. Since it was outside the city center and not congested, he arrived quickly.
Once he notified the elderly guard and entered the warehouse, he finally felt relieved.
The Type 0 firefighting suit had already been purchased ahead of time by Zheng Yifan, along with five tons of food that were also prepared.
In addition, there were boxes of toiletries and daily necessities neatly arranged in one corner of the warehouse. All these items barely occupied one-tenth of the space but clearly indicated how much Tang Hao and his team valued them.
These were all items that Zheng Yifan had instructed Tang Hao and others to procure. The orders had already been placed. Zheng Yifan played both buyer and seller in this arrangement.
Moreover, there were stab-proof vests, watches, walkie-talkies, infrared binoculars, and various other supplies—all precautionary measures for unforeseen circumstances.
Fortunately, there was finally something useful available.
First, he transported a Dry Powder Fire Extinguisher to the underground basement of the apocalypse, then grabbed a set of Type 0 firefighting gear and a box of high-calorie military rations.
These were meant to replenish the strength of the Gladiators.
With these supplies, Zheng Yifan finally had the means to ensure that those Gladiators he had purchased could survive in such a harsh environment.
As for the Zombie Crystal obtained from Han Rui's salt and sugar sales, Zheng Yifan planned to use it all to purchase a Butcher.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If he hadn't been short on fire extinguishers, he would have exchanged more Zombie Crystal s to buy additional Butchers.
He repackaged everything using old washing machine cardboard boxes and refrigerator cardboard boxes, then called for help from the Exchange Center staff to assist with the transport.
All these items could only fit in a Luxury Box rented from the Bloody Storm Arena. For now, he had to rely on these free laborers to help with the moving.
Of course, he would still politely exchange for a box of Braised Pork Canned Food. After all, he couldn't let them work for nothing, could he?
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