Doomsday Roulette

Yuan Shang had organized a convoy near Ying City for a long time.

Every day in the apocalypse felt as long as a year, so by that measure, it had indeed been quite a while.

He had done things that would be considered immoral or even illegal by the standards of peacetime, but for the most part, he still adhered to the rules.

This was because, in the apocalypse, human life was as cheap as grass; you could gain many benefits in a short time with bloodied hands, but the people you stepped on today could very well step on you tomorrow.

Yuan Shang understood this well, so he always left himself some leeway when doing things.

The benefits of this approach had begun to show, as he had gained a decent reputation.

Surrounding the newly established gathering places around Ying City, many were eager to trade with him, which had recently allowed him to acquire a large quantity of magic crystals. The number of evolvers in his team had also increased thanks to this.

However, he remained vigilant towards unfamiliar teams and kept several backup plans in place, such as the gunners on the bus, the grenades he carried, and the powerful explosives in the vehicle.

In times of danger, these were Yuan Shang's bargaining chips.

But today, he realized he had encountered someone not to be trifled with. This team was strange; the men and women didn’t look like typical apocalypse survivors; they were too clean, too rosy-cheeked, and too calm in their eyes.

As a businessman, Yuan Shang was acutely aware of the value of white equipment!

Each piece was worth far more than a One-Star Evolution Elixir.

Yet, they had more than ten pieces!

And when did they take the detonator from him?

If they hadn’t taken the detonator, but rather his life...

Yuan Shang instinctively shivered, but his smile grew wider.

“My fault, my fault, please don’t mind, brother.” Yuan Shang tossed the explosives to a subordinate beside him and controlled his pace to walk over to Ye Zhongming, trying his best not to create misunderstandings with the true leader of this strange team.

“If what you need is just food and drink, then there’s no need to waste our breath.”

Ye Zhongming looked at Yuan Shang indifferently, but the detonator was still firmly in his hand, making the person holding the explosives break into a cold sweat.

Yuan Shang froze, and the flattering smile on his face disappeared, standing taller as his aura suddenly intensified.

Ye Zhongming gave him an appreciative glance; this was what a proper trading convoy should look like. If they continued with the previous appearance, they probably wouldn’t have anything of value.

“Let’s get straight to the point. I need three things. If you have them, the price is negotiable.”

Ye Zhongming raised three fingers: “One, bullets. Two, food. Three, information.”

The members of the Black-clad Caravan exchanged glances; it was evident they had never seen such a trading scenario before.

Yuan Shang frowned, “Bullets are hard to come by. I do have some, but not many. Food is our main product; that’s not a problem. As for information… I don’t know what this brother wishes to know.”

Ye Zhongming shook his head: “You didn’t understand my meaning. Let’s not talk about bullets for now. For information, anything you think is useful can be exchanged; I will reward you based on the value of the information. Finally, I said... food, not just anything to eat. There’s a significant difference.”

Yuan Shang fell silent, looking at Ye Zhongming, his heart filled with astonishment.

This person actually wanted food!

In a world where one could kill for a piece of bread, wanting a large quantity of food... what did he intend to do?

Glancing at Little Tiger and Xia Lei, who were holding assault rifles, Yuan Shang returned to the bus.

Moments later, he brought out a bag and opened it, retrieving several magazines.

“Ninety rounds, fifty magic crystals, perfect for your gun model.”

Ye Zhongming nodded; it was acceptable.