41: Chapter 41 Supplementary Scroll

Region 11332, Coordinates 129.250

Li Qiankun, also known as Liang Kun by the crowd, was leaning lazily against a solid wood chair.

His Fortress was quite special; it was neither a common residential house nor a system-generated random Fortress, but a large commercial vehicle garage located in the suburbs with independent property rights.

Before the Fortress survival game descended, he had already been deeply involved in the engineering industry, and this garage was a property he had acquired years ago.

The entire plot of land was independent and well-organized, with an interior ceiling height of eight meters. It was divided into one underground level and two levels above ground, originally designed specifically for parking and rotating various types of engineering vehicles.

Now, this place had become the foundation for his survival in this survival world.

At the entrance to the ground floor of the garage, a black dragon flag stood straight, swaying slightly under the scorching heat of the two blazing suns.

In the open space, more than a dozen excavators, bulldozers, and loaders were neatly lined up in a row.

The steel bodies were cold and heavy, with dark, dried bloodstains visible everywhere on the vehicles—traces left from the fierce battle to fend off the zombie horde last night.

Several subordinates gathered nearby, refreshing the regional chat channel from time to time, their faces full of excitement.

"Brother Kun, more and more survivors are sending messages, all saying they want to come and join us!"

"Yeah, Boss, you were absolutely right. As long as we ruthlessly stomp on that number one in the region, we can immediately rally people to our side. Now, more than half the people in the chat channel are siding with our Hongxing Society!"

Upon hearing this, Li Qiankun lazily lifted his eyelids, a smug smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He put down the cigarette between his fingers, casually pulled the woman beside him over, and gave her snow-white skin a hard pinch.

The latter seemed startled by this sudden action, her body trembling slightly.

"Kun... Brother Kun, don't..."

The woman's voice was not loud; it was clear she was trying her best to suppress it, but to Li Qiankun's ears, it had a different flavor.

"Heh, don't what? Don't let you go?"

He smirked, his movements becoming even rougher.

After he had had his fun teasing her, he spoke slowly, his tone filled with disdain.

"He is just some greenhorn who popped up from nowhere. Using him to establish our prestige is giving him face. If he really dares to talk back or provoke me in the channel, I'll drive a bulldozer straight to his door, flatten him and that crappy Fortress, and scatter his ashes!"

The surrounding subordinates burst into laughter, echoing his sentiments and flattering him.

"Brother Kun is domineering! With these dozen big machines of ours, no one in the entire region can stop us!"

"That Li Yunlong just has good luck. If it really comes to a fight, he'll be completely vulnerable in front of heavy machinery!"

"Exactly, exactly!"

Li Qiankun tilted his head back and blew out a smoke ring. His gaze swept over the mottled bloodstains on the vehicles. The confidence he gained from relying on his engineering machinery to hold off the zombie horde last night made him increasingly fearless.

"Keep watching the chat channel and take in more people."

He paused and looked at a burly man beside him.

"Erhu, you go down and keep an eye on things yourself. Keep the young and strong ones, keep the pretty women, and for the rest, strip them of their supplies before taking care of them! Remember, make it clean!"

Erhu was nearly one meter ninety tall, with arms thicker than an average person's calves, and his muscular build looked extremely intimidating.

Upon hearing this, he nodded heavily and replied in a gruff voice.

"Don't worry, Brother Kun, you can trust me with this!"

Li Qiankun nodded slightly and continued.

"Also, send some more brothers out. Focus on seeing who nearby has gasoline or diesel, and bring it all back!"

"Alright, Brother Kun, I'll go do it right away!"

...

On Chen Ze's side, he was currently checking his private messages.

Fatty is the Coolest: "Big Boss Li Yunlong, have you seen the regional chat channel? It pisses me off; those people must have shit for brains!"

Chen Ze took a look and immediately laughed. This Fatty was really interesting. Not only did he end up with a toilet shelter, but his way of speaking was also full of that vibe—had he been assimilated?

Shanghai Li Yunlong: "I saw it, it's quite lively!"

Fatty is the Coolest: "Isn't it! That Liang Kun is deliberately using you as a stepping stone to gather people, and a bunch of people underneath are following along to smear your name. It's really too much!"

"By the way, Boss, when are you going to recruit people? I'm telling you in advance, I'll be the first to sign up!"

Chen Ze thought for a moment.

With the upgrading of his Fortress, having only Wang Yalan and himself was clearly stretching things thin. Recruiting some trustworthy people was inevitable.

However, in this apocalyptic world, people's hearts were complex. He had to ensure that the people in his Fortress would not have divided loyalties; otherwise, even the strongest Fortress would collapse from within.

Thinking of this, he took out the "Affiliation Scroll" directly. After pondering for a while, he decided to send the item information to the other party.

Shanghai Li Yunlong: "[Image]"

Shanghai Li Yunlong: "I do need some manpower here, but if you want to enter my Fortress, you must pass this test. Are you willing?"

Fatty had originally just said it casually; he didn't have much expectation of being able to enter the Big Boss's Fortress.

The threshold for the Big Boss's Fortress must be terrifyingly high. He was just a minor character guarding a toilet shelter; how could he possibly be chosen?

But when Chen Ze's message popped up, especially the reply containing the screenshot of the item, Fatty was stunned on the spot. He didn't even notice the compressed biscuit in his hand fall to the ground with a "clatter".

"B-Big Boss... you agreed just like that?"

He swallowed his saliva, his throat dry, and his fingers trembled as he clicked on the clear item panel.

"Huh? What is this? Affiliation Scroll?"

A series of question marks exploded in his mind. Fatty felt his breathing become somewhat rapid, and his heart pounded against his chest with a "thump, thump, thump", as if it were about to jump out of his throat.

He stared at the description on the panel, word by word.

"Never betray! 10% attribute bonus!"

In just an instant, Fatty had already made his decision.

"Damn! This is a chance to become one of the Big Boss's own people; only a fool would disagree!"

Fatty is the Coolest: "Big Boss Li Yunlong, Brother Long, I'm willing! I'm a hundred percent willing!"

Chen Ze didn't expect that just after he sent the message, Fatty didn't even hesitate and agreed immediately.

"Heh, this kid is quite smart!"

Shanghai Li Yunlong: "Think it over. Once you use the contract scroll, it will be too late to regret it."

Fatty is the Coolest: "What else is there to think about? Being able to hang out with Brother Long is my blessing. Besides, I really can't stay in this crappy toilet for another day; it smells too damn bad!"

Shanghai Li Yunlong: "But isn't it convenient for you to use the toilet?"

Fatty is the Coolest: "Big Boss, is it too late for me to regret it now?"

Chen Ze smiled, took out the contract scroll, dripped his blood on it, and then traded the scroll to Fatty.

The latter followed the same process. After dripping his blood, the scroll instantly transformed into a thread of rule-based power and completely disappeared.

The system notification sounded.

[Congratulations on successfully affiliating survivor "Fatty is the Coolest". Since you have unlocked level 2 permissions, the coordinate information of both parties is now being shared.]

[Coordinate sharing is only visible to both parties of the contract; it cannot be tampered with or revoked.]

Chen Ze was originally worried about how to find Fatty after the contract was successful; he didn't expect the system to be so authoritative.

"The system is quite thoughtful."

Chen Ze felt a surge of joy, and his original concerns instantly vanished.

He stared at Fatty's location on the map, his gaze narrowing slightly—this direction was exactly the direction Guo Changzheng and the others had fled in yesterday!

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