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"What are you all doing? Are you trying to force me?" Zheng Yifan said with a bitter smile, glancing at the two people in front of him, his eyes darting toward Han Rui.
But Han Rui was just there, covering her mouth and stifling laughter.
"Everyone stand up! Stop crying. A man should be strong; you can't be weak-kneed," Zheng Yifan said, lifting the Left Guard. Although the Left Guard struggled symbolically for a moment, there was no way to escape from Zheng Yifan's evolved body, enhanced by Captain America's abilities.
He shot a fierce glare at Han Rui. "Han Rui, you better explain this quickly, or you'll get spanked when we get home!"
To be honest, that threat had little effect; Han Rui giggled for a while before calming down and comforting Gao Ying and the Left Guard.
"Gao Ying, stop crying. Even though I was bought by the captain, he has treated me well these past two weeks and hasn't bullied me. Besides, Qin Qin is with me now." Han Rui pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the girl's tears away.
Then she cheerfully turned to the Left Guard and said, "Brother Left, you've misunderstood the captain. If he wanted members of the Suicide Squad, why would he buy all fifty of you? He could just pick one and recruit a bunch of starving Paupers instead. Why spend so much money on this?"
While Han Rui softly comforted them, preparations were intensifying on the field. All the trenches had been cleared again to ensure that the flames would burn even more fiercely later.
It was unclear whose order it was, but two large fire pits were dug next to the trenches. With so many flames burning, one could only imagine the environment for those inside; they might not die from being bitten by Zombies but could very well be roasted by the intense heat or suffocated by the thin air.
Han Rui continued to comfort Gao Ying and the Left Guard, sharing their experiences from these days.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yifan scrutinized each of the Butchers.
They were normal people too; they had family and friends. At that moment, they gazed at the scene outside the Glass Wall with desperate eyes.
"Captain... I think you might not need to provide us with weapons and equipment anymore; it's useless. The Organizing Committee wants our lives this time," one of them finally spoke up after holding back for so long.
Everyone knew this; at this moment, as he stepped out, the atmosphere in the somewhat oppressive room grew heavier with each breath. A few people even looked down at the floor, their voices choked with emotion.
"Yes, we just hope you can treat our families well. As long as one of us survives, we will definitely agree to join the Suicide Squad to help you, Captain, get what you want," Blue Lightning managed to force a friendly smile.
The atmosphere in the room gradually became strange, with everyone continuously pleading for Zheng Yifan to show mercy towards their loved ones.
They had already given up hope of surviving and only wished that whoever was lucky enough to live could help this new Boss or captain earn back the money spent on them, so their families would not be implicated.
"You... do you know how much I paid to buy you?" Zheng Yifan said slowly and deliberately.
"A total of 174,800 Zombie Crystal s. If calculated at the usual auction price, it would be enough for me to buy six or seven Fierce and Battle-Hardened Death Squad Captains."
"Now, you all keep saying you're doomed and want me to give up on you. Do you know how much that would cost me? Each of you was bought back with my hard-earned money. The cheapest Cranial Surgery Tang Ke cost me 1,900 Zombie Crystal s—enough to buy 40 pounds of sugar or salt."
"And now! You want me to give up on you? Don’t you find that amusing?"
Every word from Zheng Yifan struck like thunder.
Indeed, at such a high price, if survival were guaranteed, it might seem too cheap. But the reality was that they had little chance of living; the upcoming battle was practically a death sentence for them. What was the purpose of this plainly dressed young man standing before them?
"Could it be... could you let us avoid participating in the Slaughterer Tournament? Or reduce the terrain restrictions imposed by the Organizing Committee?" asked Devil's Advocate from the crowd in his honest voice.
"I can't. I can't exempt you from participating in the tournament, nor do I have the ability to change the Organizing Committee's mind. All I can do is provide you with equipment to help you qualify for survival."
"Look, the flames below are raging, it's clear that the Organizing Committee wants your lives," Zheng Yifan said firmly.
All the Butchers smiled bitterly and replied one after another, "There's nothing we can do; after all, we're the troublemakers."
"Our strength is the strongest among all past Butchers, and we can stand out even in top-tier competitions. Unfortunately, we don't want to become puppets for those Big Shots."
"In previous Slaughterer Tournaments, the winners all allied with the three major powers of the Inner City. Only we have had no choice but to accumulate over time, and now that we have enough people—fifty—we're preparing to deal with them and suppress any voices of resistance," said the oldest stubborn old man among the Butchers.
The old man was already gray-haired and nearing seventy, yet he was still quite robust. He was skilled with a spear, striking like a dragon with every thrust, and was a renowned martial arts master during peacetime.
Of course, most masters like him were also known for their stubborn temperaments. Otherwise, they wouldn't have reached such heights.
"Han Rui, stop reminiscing. The Organizing Committee has only given us an hour, which includes their meal time. I really don't understand why the Organizing Committee is so stingy, not even providing a meal," Zheng Yifan said as he slapped Han Rui on the back.
Han Rui glared at Zheng Yifan in anger: "This isn't about the Organizing Committee being stingy; it's about weakening their strength. If you feed them now, during the competition their stomachs will absorb food quickly, accelerating blood circulation and putting a burden on their hearts, leading to fatigue. If they don't eat, they won't have much strength either. This is a tactic used by the Bloody Storm Committee to control people."
Zheng Yifan shrugged: "It doesn't matter; you need to be well-fed to fight. Moreover, if we eat now, there’s still half an hour for digestion; we can recover just fine. Arrange for food distribution now; Box Seven contains military rations, each pack is a single serving, and at the bottom there’s Braised Pork Canned Food. Distribute it as you see fit. Just don’t eat too much; seven-tenths full is just right."
After making arrangements, Zheng Yifan approached Tang Ying to gather information.
Unfortunately, Tang Ying was just an ordinary service worker living on a meager salary. She could only scrape together about a hundred Zombie Crystal s through occasional tips.
For her, that amount of Zombie Crystal s was merely enough for a meal for wealthy individuals; for Zheng Yifan, it was equivalent to just two pounds of salt—less than five dollars in total.
These military rations were not field rations, but rather custom-made meals designed to replenish energy.
Although they were only slightly warmed using the self-heating feature, they still smelled delicious.
Moreover, each person had a can of Braised Pork.
What surprised them even more were the three boxes that Han Rui had placed on the table.
One of the boxes was filled entirely with stamina recovery agents, while the other two contained Energy Bars.
Of course, this was also due to Zheng Yifan's ignorance; he had taken these items without understanding their purpose. If he had known how to use them, he wouldn't have distributed them to these Butchers.
These items were suitable for prolonged outdoor operations and not for short battles lasting just an hour.
However, even now, not a single person from the Left Guard, who had trained in special forces, reminded Zheng Yifan. They all just eagerly stuffed the good items into their own packs.
As long as they could survive, these items could save their lives at any moment.
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