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Faced with the serious and unpredictable Deadly Twelve, Zheng Yifan found himself at a loss for how to handle the situation. Having a lunatic nearby was hardly reassuring, so he decided to assign him to another location.
"Boss, since Deathmatch Camp currently lacks a camp leader, why not place this Fellow in Deathmatch Camp for a trial period? After all, having one more person around us doesn't make much difference, but those Fellows in Deathmatch Camp are harder to manage. This madman has no fondness for the First Division or the Ice King Mercenary Corps, so sending him over there will surely keep those Fellows in line," Li Ning suggested. Old Hou nodded in agreement, though he couldn't be as casual as Li Ning.
Li Ning was one of Zheng Yifan's closest aides, almost like a personal secretary—though this didn't include Sun Jiang, who managed Zheng Yifan's daily affairs like a life secretary. However, for business matters, they usually sent Sun Jiang to handle things temporarily.
As a result, Li Ning ended up spending more time with Zheng Yifan.
After hearing Li Ning's suggestion, Zheng Yifan nodded in approval. It would be a shame to eliminate this Fellow from the Deadly Twelve; after all, he was someone even Night Demon wanted to recruit.
Zheng Yifan had learned many things from Night Demon, including that he had participated in the last war and survived. His experiences were certainly beyond what Zheng Yifan could compare to.
His only advantage now was the Time-Space Barrier, which allowed him to access resources from two worlds that were completely unequal, enabling him to acquire whatever resources he desired.
The Gathering Place was entering a period of rapid development. The construction of Han Sui City Gathering Place required vast amounts of building materials. Once again, Zheng Yifan found himself taking on the role of a hard-working Porter. The central area of the Gathering Place was engulfed in flames; the ground had even turned to glass due to the heat. Those imaginative designers began pursuing their artistic visions.
Of course, their art was not easily understood by the average person. They laid down glass tiles on the ground and painted bizarre murals underneath. One could vaguely see scenes from the battle: the powerful Ice King hovering in the air, Luo Yaoyang transforming into a giant, and even Zheng Yifan leading Inferno to burn the Ice King alive.
These images were rendered as if they were mythological tales. The architectural style nearby adopted more advanced manufacturing techniques, with walls primarily made of glass products. The floors were designed to be seven stories high and constructed entirely using modular building techniques with materials provided by Zheng Yifan. After procuring the materials, temporary factories in the Apocalyptic World processed them, allowing entire buildings to be erected layer by layer like stacking blocks.
In the post-apocalyptic world, electricity became a rare resource, necessitating greater reliance on natural light. The housing designs were crafted by renowned masters and were as meticulous as before the apocalypse—if not more so—because they had to consider additional factors such as the absence of gas. How would they prepare food? How would they use light sources? How would they keep warm?
They even needed to figure out where to obtain heat during the harsher winters.
The overall heating system combined with geothermal design provided warmth for residences. Sturdy frameworks along with multi-layered partitioning ensured complete separation of spaces within rooms. After Spring Blossoms, only areas near Glass Wall were accessible for them. During winter, it was best to enter those enclosed rooms.
Heating systems had already begun construction on a thermal power plant. Han Rui played a significant role in this effort; he had traveled great distances to reach Wilderness Gathering Place and organized all reconstruction work there.
The issues of Power Supply and Heating were the primary concerns to address. As for the food situation, the construction of the Collective Kitchen had already begun. They could cook and eat there, or purchase meals directly at very low prices, which was a nice benefit. After all, with winter approaching, there weren't many resources available for them to obtain.
When Spring Blossoms arrived, it was likely that Zombies would emerge again.
With the population increasing, Zheng Yifan had even more matters to attend to, and money in the real world was becoming increasingly scarce.
For over 190,000 people’s daily needs, that required a Vast Amount of funds. Even if each person spent just five hundred a month, it would amount to nearly one hundred million each month.
And he also needed to invest in large-scale construction, which would only add to the costs.
Fortunately, there was still the Solar Photovoltaic Power Station waiting for him, along with ongoing transactions that could yield substantial cash.
The market for gold and jewels was doing well; Ladidia had already helped Zheng Yifan earn quite a bit of cash, significantly alleviating his financial pressure.
The Stock Market remained stable as well, consistently generating profits for Zheng Yifan.
Despite this, Zheng Yifan was likely not far from becoming a Billionaire. The God Index had considerable influence in the international market. It was believed that Intelligence Organizations had already begun investigating Zheng Yifan.
However, Zheng Yifan couldn't concern himself too much with that; he would deal with whatever came his way. As long as they didn’t drop an atomic bomb on him, everything would be manageable.
Now was the time for large-scale construction without too many reservations. This was also why Zheng Yifan had returned to his home country—there were no questions asked when purchasing these items domestically. As long as he paid, he could immediately take delivery, and quality checks ensured that there wouldn’t be significant issues.
Moreover, Tang Hao and his team were busy acquiring supplies for themselves.
Currently, Tang Hao's trading company had grown significantly; they were engaged in business dealings almost worldwide. They were so busy with their operations that they hardly paid attention to Zheng Yifan's affairs. Of course, they understood that what Zheng Yifan was involved in must be extremely dangerous. From the initial purchase of Crossbows to the current large-scale acquisition of building materials, while these items had gradually become less prominent in their trading company, Zheng Yifan's purchases were becoming increasingly comprehensive and perplexing.
It seemed that arms were no longer part of the equation?
The crossbow was considered military equipment for Zheng Yifan, as firearms were of little use to him.
Of course, they were unaware that Zheng Yifan was troubled by the lack of weaponry, or rather, by the people who would use those weapons.
After wandering around the streets of the Gathering Place for a couple of rounds, he had no choice but to return to the temporary command center, a three-story building that had miraculously escaped the flames. The only reason it remained unscathed was that there were no residents nearby, and it was surrounded by a tall wall.
This was the residence of the violent woman Li Li, who was now also detained here. She was one of the last remaining core members of the First Division. The others had perished in the chaos, whether due to the Ice King Mercenary Corps' purge or at the hands of Zheng Yifan's subordinates. Aside from Li Li, who had been instructed by Zheng Yifan, everyone else had fallen.
Currently, Li Li was bound to a cross in the middle of the room. It was originally meant for restraining the Deadly Twelve. The miraculous handcuffs could actually confine a Superpowered Individual, preventing any escape.
Zheng Yifan knew this was a technology left over from a previous era, designed to ensure the containment of Superpowered Individuals.
Meanwhile, the laboratory at Hope Gathering Place had begun researching this technology and was slowly analyzing its properties.
"You fools, don't even think about getting me to join you! Stop dreaming!" Li Li screamed fiercely, but no one paid her any mind; everyone was focused on their tasks. They were all busy—disaster recovery was not something that could be summed up in just four words.
Days passed without anyone able to open their eyes. During this time, hundreds of Survivors died; they were physically weak and unable to heal from injuries sustained in the chaos.
Zheng Yifan provided some medication, but it could only treat minor wounds and was ineffective for those with severe injuries.
The situation was even worse with frostbite; the vast majority suffered from it and needed a warm environment. However, finding adequate shelter was currently a significant challenge.
Almost everyone lived in tents purchased by Zheng Yifan. Lacking proper winter supplies, although all the tents were designed for warmth and were uniformly square-shaped for collective setup, three sides were inevitably surrounded by other tents to fend off the cold.
Yet faced with Siberian-like temperatures, they struggled to enjoy what would be considered warm for Eskimos after living in a warm subtropical climate for so long.
In desperation, their caloric intake had to increase significantly, and meal frequency rose to four times a day, along with a certain amount of strong liquor being distributed.
No matter whether they had drunk it before, it had now become a life-saving resource.
Of course, they needed to work hard and incur significant debt to obtain these supplies. In the future, they would earn currency in the Hope Gathering Place through trade and labor, which they would then use to repay their debts.
Gradually, Zheng Yifan made his way to the very center of the Wilderness Gathering Place. Many of the people here were prisoners from that battle; some took the opportunity to cause chaos, while others were members of the First Division or the Ice King Mercenary Corps. After the fight, they were all assigned to the Daredevil Squad.
As Zheng Yifan entered, he saw the serious-faced Deadly Twelve standing in the area most severely damaged by flames, with his hands pressed close to the ground.
The uneven terrain, which had been rolling like waves and covered in chaotic patterns, was gradually smoothed out by a mysterious force. The patterns began to change and eventually formed beautiful designs.
Others were busy cleaning up the debris on the ground. There were about two to three thousand people working diligently with ordinary brooms to sweep up the ruins.
Not only were they clearing away ashes from the ground, but they also dealt with broken bricks, melted steel bars that had fused together, and various metal materials.
A vast expanse of ruins required these two to three thousand people for cleanup. Large machinery was unnecessary because there were quite a few First-Level Espers among them.
Perhaps during their time at Han Sui City Gathering Place, they hadn't been close to the main team or had been assigned other tasks. But now that both major forces had vanished, if they wanted to survive, they could only wash away their identities in the Deathmatch Camp of Hope Gathering Place before officially becoming soldiers there and enjoying the treatment they deserved.
No one wasted words; it was clear from their first day as soldiers that victors became kings while losers became bandits. If their leader were still around, they could fight to the end. Now, however, they were like rootless drifters. Moreover, most of them still had families back in Han Sui City Gathering Place; they couldn't lead their entire families down a path of destruction. (To be continued)
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