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The boxes were identical, clearly crafted as a unified design. They were entirely black, with a single red lip print as the only decoration, marking them as belonging to Yun's Supermarket.
The supermarket stood on a secluded plot of land, towering several stories high. So far, everyone had only ventured to the first or second floors. The building itself was mobile, appearing in different locations each time. Only those holding membership cards could see the frequently changing addresses displayed on their cards.
This unpredictability was enough to evoke a sense of mystery; it seemed beyond the realm of mere ability, leading various bases to tread carefully. No one knew what might happen if they offended someone—would that person take the supermarket and vanish? Such an outcome would be disastrous for them.
At the moment, there were three entrances at the main gate, each marked with large signs clearly indicating their categories. In the center was a sign stating: Exchange Rate: One Pound of Zombie Currency. To the left was another sign that read: Exchange Rate: One Pound of Zombie Currency, but with a more unappealing design. To the right: Exchange Rate: One Pound of Zombie Currency, featuring a more aesthetically pleasing appearance.
When Team Shen Chuan arrived, they stood still for a moment, unsure of how to position themselves. Who was to judge what looked good? Shen Chuan was a name known by most; his distinctive scar running across his brow and cheek made him hard to miss.
On the side of the aesthetically pleasing team stood a man in an eye-catching dark red suit. His inherently delicate features were accentuated by the suit, resembling a dark rose in the night—beautiful yet bloodied. Leaning against the sign in a striking pose, he squinted his eyes at Shen Chuan’s team and remarked without courtesy, “What an eyesore! Your face is ruined; it’s obvious where you stand. What are you hesitating for?”
The only woman in Shen Chuan's team, Feng Ling, was furious. “Yin Liangchen, what nonsense are you spouting? Our captain may be scarred, but he’s still ruggedly handsome—far better than you prancing around like some delicate flower! Do you even know how to speak? If not, maybe you should swap your mouth for something more useful!”
In Shen Chuan's team, Brother Kid—a youthful-looking member—burst into laughter at Feng Ling's sharp tongue. “Feng Ling, your words are too savage!”
Wherever there were people, there would be conflict. Ultimately, each base had its own interests at heart. Although Ning'an Base was currently recognized as the largest base, Peach Garden Base and Wei Base were not far behind.
Yin Liangchen was a core member of Peach Garden Base and currently known as one of the highest-ranked ability users—his Seventh Level Ice System made him formidable.
After Feng Ling spoke her piece, Yin Liangchen’s smile grew even more radiant; it was a precursor to conflict. The surrounding crowd fell silent, waiting to see if this would ignite into a fiery confrontation.
With a click, Yun's Supermarket's doors unlocked, signaling that business hours had begun. A sweet girl in a fitted red dress and white shoes appeared at the entrance, adding to the allure of the scene.
Unlike the cold indifference, hatred, and twisted emotions surrounding her, the sweet girl seemed to exist in a realm entirely apart, radiating an astonishing purity. She was petite, with smooth black hair and a delicate face that exuded softness, embodying a sweetness that held no hint of aggression. A gentle smile graced her small lips.
As everyone lined up, she instructed them to step forward for entry. "You can pick up your boxes later; I can't manage everything alone. If you could help me out by bringing some water from the back, that would be great. You can choose whatever kind of water you want."
Immediately, voices responded affirmatively, with many expressing their willingness to help. The leader of the ordinary folks stepped forward to demonstrate once more for everyone.
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