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In the early morning, at the first floor of You Cai Department Store, Ye Wumeng stood in front of Lu Hao, arms crossed, instructing him on the upcoming work procedures.
Lu Hao counted off on his fingers, detailing each point. The work hours were from eight in the morning to eight in the evening. During work hours, handling corpses was the top priority. If there wasn’t enough space on the first floor, they could be moved upstairs. Oh, and if an emergency arose, he should contact Ye Wumeng directly using the Blue Card. In critical situations, he was permitted to use firearms and medication.
As he spoke, Lu Hao glanced at the black, angular pistol holstered at his waist. This was a little gadget that Ye Wumeng had acquired long ago from Deng Sanqi; it resembled a famous gun model, Glock. Now it served as protection for Lu Hao and the store.
In reality, one wasn't allowed to carry a firearm without a permit, but the Refugee Zone was an exception. Things were chaotic enough here that the Bonfire Group didn’t care whether someone was killed by a fist or a bullet. However, under normal circumstances, that wasn’t the case.
He kept the medication close to his chest to ensure it was always on hand.
Ye Wumeng nodded, unable to suppress a feeling of satisfaction about being a hands-off manager. At this rate of exchange, he would need to return by noon for another round. However, he had just met with the Bonfire Group's Receiver around noon; timing was tight.
Ah, the burdens of wealth often manifest at certain moments.
“Now let’s open for business!” Ye Wumeng declared as he left to continue gathering information at Anlius Apothecary.
Once Ye Wumeng departed, Lu Hao felt restless as he watched the line of refugees waiting eagerly in front of him, their anxious expressions revealing their unease.
“Lu Hao,” one of them asked, “what can I exchange for this corpse I have?”
“Hey, I only have half a corpse left; can I still trade it?”
He swallowed hard and clenched his right fist tightly, mentally encouraging himself. “Lu Hao, you can do this!”
Taking a deep breath, he awkwardly mimicked Ye Wumeng’s usual method of collecting corpses. Initially clumsy, he gradually became more adept and efficient.
Of course, besides those queuing to trade corpses, there were also groups of refugees lying around outside You Cai Department Store, hoping to scavenge some leftovers or lick the lids of canned goods.
Among the crowd stood a Dry Man with blood-stained pants and an inwardly turned stance, glaring at the store with resentment and anger. His jaw clenched tightly as his cheek muscles twitched.
Ah no, it should be called Thin Woman instead.
“Big brother,” she said to him with determination in her voice. “That’s the store! We fought them fiercely yesterday for three hundred rounds! They only managed to escape after using such despicable tactics against me! Now their highest Combat Power has left; just look at all that food on that long table—it could feed our Brothers for three months!”
Thin Woman urged a robust man beside her who was gnawing on a dry piece of bread.
The Robust Man gazed greedily at the array of goods on display on the store's long table before casting a disdainful glance at Lu Hao—thin and dark-skinned—and thought to himself:
“Isn’t it easy to take over this place? The advantage is mine!”
"Brothers, get the stuff. Let's get to work," he said, taking a big bite of the dry bread and turning to the Thin Woman beside him.
The Thin Woman's lips curled into a cruel smile as she thought to herself how despairing it would be for Ye Wumeng to return and find his shop robbed. Ha! This is what you get for targeting me! Just wait!
"Ah, has our wealthy brother come again? Haha, welcome!" Anlius greeted with a broad grin, his eyes fixed on Ye Wumeng's hands. When he saw nothing there, his brows furrowed deeply. What's going on? Didn't bring anything?
But now that it was like this, what could he do? He could only force a smile and invite Ye Wumeng inside. "Uh, so what do you have for me this time, wealthy brother? I'm quite busy right now; if there's nothing important, please head back."
"Oh ho, the old man is unhappy because I came empty-handed and is sending me away," Ye Wumeng replied with a teasing tone. "But this is all part of the plan."
With a loud slap, Ye Wumeng hit the table beside him, then sighed deeply, his expression serious, brows knitted together, and his face filled with frustration. Of course, it was all an act.
However, Anlius was nearly startled out of his seat by Ye Wumeng's sudden move; he clutched his chest and took deep breaths. "Hey, wealthy brother, what are you doing? You scared me!"
"Ah, Anlius, you don't know how chaotic things have been lately with the Camp Leader election in the camp," Ye Wumeng said.
"Oh? What do you mean?" Anlius perked up at the mention of gossip.
"Well, you see," Ye Wumeng leaned closer and lowered his voice as if afraid someone might overhear. His eyes darted around suspiciously. "There are rumors that the current Camp Leader thinks it's unlikely he'll be re-elected."
Anlius listened intently as Ye Wumeng whispered in his ear. Of course, everything he said was fabricated.
Anlius wore a serious expression and lowered his voice to match Ye Wumeng's conspiratorial tone. "So what do you think about that?"
Hearing this, Ye Wumeng moved even closer and said, "Do you know that allowing refugees into the city and designating Refugee Zones was a policy introduced by the current Camp Leader during his term?"
"Uh-huh."
"Well then," Ye Wumeng continued, "let me analyze this for you. If the current Camp Leader cannot be re-elected and someone else takes over, what do you think will happen?"
"What will happen?"
"Cough cough." Ye Wumeng cleared his throat twice and pointed to his throat. Anlius immediately understood and went to grab a few bottles of Wheat Juice from the table. He opened one and handed it to Ye Wumeng.
Gul-dong, si-ha.
After taking a refreshing sip, Ye Wumeng continued, "Of course, we should heed public opinion and drive all the refugees out! Just think about it; these refugees are the biggest mess left behind by the current Camp Leader. Would the new leader really follow his wishes and not make a clean break?"
"That's true," Anlius replied, "but have you considered what would happen if those refugees refuse to leave?"
"Heh, do you really think he would treat the refugees as human beings?"
Hearing this, Anlius paused for a moment before falling silent.
Indeed, in this situation, refugees were not regarded as people.
"Ah, that's what worries me. After all, I only recently joined the ranks of the refugees, just like when the Camp Leader took office," he sighed.
Ye Wumeng looked helpless, and with a final sigh that carried a mix of struggle and reluctance, he added, "Cough, I got sidetracked there. But this time, my performance should be more than enough to earn a big reward."
"Did you see how Anlius was left dumbfounded?"
Anlius could only show a sympathetic expression towards Ye Wumeng, shaking his head in regret.
Without high walls for protection outside the camp and surrounded by numerous Undead, I lacked any exceptional skills. If I were to be caught due to a moment of carelessness, the consequences would be dire.
However, seeing Anlius take out genuine Divine Medicine made my heart race with excitement; it felt like I had an ace up my sleeve.
It turned out that after all this time, he was here to buy medicine.
But now was a critical period for our plan; we couldn't afford any mistakes.
Beep beep beep.
Anlius gritted his teeth, about to politely decline when suddenly Ye Wumeng's Mechanical Glove began to ring.
Who would call at a time like this?
Ye Wumeng raised his gloved hand, his pupils narrowing.
"It's happening!"
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