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The words were filled with determination, and no one could sense the silent fury behind them. The Raging Dragon Explorers Team had collaborated with Zheng Yifan many times before, but it seemed that as the team grew, the people below could no longer be controlled.
This was an inevitable occurrence. Zheng Yifan had never envisioned a grand unity within his Gathering Place; he merely hoped for less conflict and more positivity among everyone.
It appeared that this dream was about to shatter. Where there are people, there is a world of rivalry and struggle. The battles were not only against Zombies but also among their own kind.
"Mind your own business!" Liu Meng suddenly exploded, pulling a sharp dagger from his pocket.
This weapon was useless against Zombies; it could only truly serve its purpose in human combat.
"You dare!" A booming voice suddenly echoed from afar, a powerful force accompanied by a fierce attack that sent chills down Liu Meng's spine.
He was all too familiar with the owner of that voice and power. It was his boss, Dragon Brother!
His heart nearly stopped in fear. His boss should be out leading a mission; although Fellow was protective, he had his limits. As a staunch supporter of Hope Gathering Place, if Liu Meng messed up, he feared his boss would be the first to deal with him.
"Boss! This guy is causing trouble! I was just about to collect the spoils from Arrogant, but he tried to cut in and steal our loot." In the blink of an eye, Liu Meng had completely twisted the facts, altering the narrative to suit his story.
However, Dragon Brother clearly did not see it that way, as he had already spotted Zheng Yifan. Naturally, he understood that his subordinate's version of events was far from the truth.
He knew what kind of temper the leader had; if his subordinate attempted to frame someone, it would lead to serious trouble.
"You little punk. How dare you act recklessly? Your silver tongue won't save you!" Dragon Brother didn't give him a chance to respond. He stepped forward and slapped Liu Meng twice before instructing others behind him to take him away.
Zheng Yifan watched coldly as everything unfolded. Once Dragon Brother handled the situation, Zheng Yifan shot him a sidelong glance before turning to leave.
"Dragon Brother! I want to exchange this Fifth-Stage Soul Crystal for a bottle of SS-Level Essence. Can you help me with that?" With Dragon Brother right in front of him, Arrogant dared not attempt the exchange himself.
Everything required the boss's approval.
"Go! Exchange it for him. I'll catch up with the leader and see how he deals with this Fellow." Though he said this, he knew he was likely heading for punishment himself. He understood that things would not be resolved so easily.
Zheng Yifan's figure ahead moved through the streets with ease, not accompanied by anyone, yet no one dared to cause trouble.
The penalties within Gathering Place were severe; perhaps only those blinded by greed would resort to such actions.
In the crowd behind, watching Zheng Yifan's departing figure, a thought suddenly crossed his mind: why would Dragon Brother pursue such an ordinary person?
He was undoubtedly a formidable individual, but there were not many in the Hope Gathering Place who could command respect like that.
Lost in thought, Zhao Huan suddenly called out as he spotted Zheng Yifan: "Look, that uncle's silhouette looks just like the leader!"
At his words, everyone instinctively recalled the impressive man from the promotional video of the Gathering Place, whose back looked just like that. There was no doubt about it.
Instantly, panic spread among them. Liu Meng felt as if all hope had faded; if it were someone else, he might still have a chance to survive.
But if it was the leader, then he might very well die here.
"There's no need to be so afraid. The leader may not necessarily want your life. If I'm not mistaken, you should be heading to the Deathmatch Camp," said someone nearby who had previously interacted with Zheng Yifan.
Others felt a deep sense of resignation.
The Deathmatch Camp—if one survived, it was almost worse than dying. Only about a third of those who entered came out alive. Among those who survived were all strong individuals. The current Deathmatch Camp in the Hope Gathering Place was no longer what it used to be. In the past, when battles occurred, the Gathering Place took great care of its people due to the scarcity of population; losing one meant losing another.
Now, with a large population in the Gathering Place, their tasks had become even more burdensome.
Zheng Yifan walked on while Dragon Brother chased after him until they reached Hercules Building, where Dragon Brother suddenly knelt down with a thud.
"Leader, I know I was wrong; it's my failure to discipline," Dragon Brother said submissively.
The surroundings were eerily quiet; no one remained as everyone had already moved to the front lines. The higher-ups of the Gathering Place were particularly busy coordinating supplies at the forefront.
Zheng Yifan cast a cold glance at this familiar man behind him: "You've been in the Gathering Place for so long; you should know how to behave by now. Once you leave the Gathering Place, whatever schemes you engage in are none of my business. But now that such situations are arising within the Gathering Place itself, I cannot allow chaos here. Do you understand?"
Zheng Yifan's words struck him deeply. Times had changed; in the past, no one dared to venture out alone as many teams banded together to secure resources.
However, as time passed and they gained more resources, those teams that once united had scattered. They had come together for supplies but now sought even more resources, leading to their disbandment.
Zheng Yifan understood this was an inevitable phase for the Gathering Place—more and more specialized teams were gathering together only to fight among themselves. The abundance of resources provided by Hope Gathering Place had led many large teams to become increasingly selective.
They began to strengthen their data collection, setting their sights on the military.
The major military districts were filled with valuable resources, especially after the recent firearms war, which had driven them to madness.
Firearms were now available for use, and in the future, they would still hold a significant place among comrades.
Naturally, everyone started to have their own ideas.
It was also for this reason that Dragon Brother returned early to make arrangements.
"That matter is handed over to Deathmatch Camp. In the future, I do not want to see such situations within your team. Once things calm down a bit, you will take down the Southwest Military Region and confiscate all firearms. I won't hold this incident against you," Zheng Yifan said coldly.
Dragon Brother felt a chill run through him. The Southwest Military Region was a tough nut to crack; there were at least hundreds of thousands of zombies inside, and scouts had previously reported sightings of Fourth-Stage Zombies.
They were now qualified to explore, but there was a high risk of casualties, which was why they had refrained from entering before.
However, now that Zheng Yifan had brought it up, they could not back down, even if it meant disrupting their original plans.
"Yes! We guarantee the completion of the mission!" The enthusiasm was palpable, but anyone could hear the hint of sorrow in their voices. (To be continued)
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