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Everything was still, and everyone had come to a halt. Li Ning stood behind Zheng Yifan, arms crossed, smiling at the person in front of him. His smile was as sinister as that of a demon, filled with disdain and mockery for the ignorant.
More than anything, he felt satisfaction towards the Short Fatty.
An ordinary person, simply robbing on the street; if it were Zheng Yifan charging in recklessly, killing wouldn’t be a big deal. But after understanding their lives, he felt a sense of sympathy for them, or perhaps a kind of identification.
Zheng Yifan had led a group out of death itself, sacrificing more than anyone else and gaining more than anyone else. Everyone was living well, but what about Zheng Yifan? Aside from having more power than before, his responsibilities had only grown heavier.
Every battle, he charged to the front. By the time everyone enjoyed the fruits of victory, he had already vanished from sight. It was only after the celebrations that Zheng Yifan would appear, bringing countless supplies to ensure everyone could live well.
Where could one find such a good leader? Li Ning’s cold gaze while protecting Zheng Yifan could kill anyone with ulterior motives.
“Don’t be too nervous; calm down,” Zheng Yifan said as he waved his hand and suddenly appeared in front of the Short Fatty, pulling him up.
“Stand straight like a man. No one is born a ruler; this is an apocalyptic world where everyone has the same opportunities. It’s about fighting, about competing—competing for time and resources, competing for materials and treasures, competing against zombies for supplies and territory! Why are you compromising like this? If you encounter bad people, begging won’t help. If they’re from the Hope Gathering Place, your actions will provoke them further and lead to misunderstandings.” Zheng Yifan pulled him up and patted his chest firmly.
“You are a man. Remember, don’t let your knees buckle so easily. If you stay soft for too long, that little bit of persistence in your heart will wear away until only cowardice remains.” Zheng Yifan’s words weren’t harsh but were deeply meaningful.
Zheng Yifan had once been submissive himself, as if the entire world rested on his shoulders. He had been someone in the real world; if it weren’t for the Time-Space Barrier bringing him to the Apocalyptic World, he wouldn’t have what he had today.
Everything was built upon the Time-Space Barrier, which is why he had never been arrogant—always cautious and careful—but when it came to action, he had to be decisive and bold.
Because he didn’t have time.
"Yes! Yes!" Short Fatty seemed to realize that his life was spared, constantly feeling grateful for his cleverness in not resisting.
If he had truly fought against Zheng Yifan and the others, he was certain that they wouldn't last three seconds.
Not a single person had moved! Everyone would have fallen here.
"Li Ning, let them go. They should atone for their sins. It's only fair to get some compensation after blocking our convoy for so long!" Zheng Yifan waved his hand and got back into a vehicle.
However, it wasn't his own car but one from behind. It was the vehicle that Han Rui had stepped out of.
There must be something fishy about this car. Zheng Yifan remembered that it was prepared as a backup for him, so he could enter it anytime he needed to rest.
As Zheng Yifan entered, he immediately understood Han Rui's intentions.
That bold girl actually wanted to travel with him and had naturally prepared everything. This was a vehicle similar to a Recreational Vehicle, but the space inside was much larger, almost like a small house, and it didn't shake as much. The room was decorated warmly; Zheng Yifan could see from every detail that Han Rui had put in a lot of effort. Everything was filled with things he liked, including Havana Cigars neatly arranged on a tray. The floor was covered with thick, high-end carpet that felt soft and comfortable underfoot. Zheng Yifan didn't ask what material it was made of; he still couldn't adapt to such high-end consumption. He was still the person who felt most comfortable in sportswear costing only a few hundred dollars. Even when wearing an expensive suit, he felt as if hundreds of bugs were crawling on him.
"Boss! How should we deal with these people?" Li Ning shouted from behind. Those individuals had stopped resisting; it was pointless anyway and instead began enjoying the food offered by other warriors.
Among them, the driver uncle admired by the young man gave away the most food. He shared most of his provisions with them.
Everyone in Zheng Yifan's convoy received a large amount of supplies; there was so much food that they couldn't possibly finish it all, and it was all in bulk packaging. Even if they tried their best, they wouldn't be able to eat everything Zheng Yifan brought.
The supplies inside were even more abundant; he had nearly emptied his stock. These people were indeed pitiful souls, struggling through life while never having seen the kind of meals served to the Guard Camp warriors. Those meals were always the best in the entire Hope Gathering Place, with chicken, duck, fish, and meat never lacking, not to mention snacks and regular supplies of sweets.
Desserts and sweets are essential for every soldier. Although the Energy Bar is meant to replenish stamina, it is essentially just sugar—delicious and enjoyable, while also providing energy. However, that item cannot be given to them. Each person has a fixed amount of Energy Bars, classified as military supplies; they cannot be shared with others and can only be used by oneself or given to comrades in critical situations.
“Slow down! Eat slowly!” The older man held a large bag of unwrapped Wang Wang Snow Cakes, pouring it onto the ground. That was enough for three soldiers, who usually didn’t eat much and had been saving up. This was all they had accumulated during their journey, along with various other supplies that the soldiers hadn’t delivered.
Most of what was sent over were foods they were unwilling to eat or items that were unpopular at the Guard Camp.
For instance, there was the Japanese Fast Food brought in by Zheng Yifan. It tasted terrible, with almost every item drenched in various sauces, including something like Wasabi Miso Soup.
Many people found it hard to get used to, and now it all ended up being cheapened for these guys.
However, the truth is that eating too much of that stuff would lead to unfortunate consequences for them.
A few who rushed their eating choked on it, tears streaming down their faces; the sensation of wasabi entering their airways would definitely leave them feeling a mix of pain and exhilaration from within. Those who had never tried it found it unbelievable, while those who had experienced it craved that sensation again.
Inside the vehicle, Zheng Yifan waited for them to finish eating. This meal was a supplement before they faced punishment; after this, they would have some tough times ahead. Zheng Yifan was preparing to attack a city with just a few dozen people. Their mission was to follow behind the main group as Logistics Personnel, scouting when necessary and assisting in constructing military buildings. (To be continued).
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