82: Life is long, how can we not save up some money?

The Black Snake Gang's stronghold, a building constructed from abandoned corrugated iron.

Barbed wire was strung along the walls, and several shirtless hooligans with black snake tattoos were squatting at the entrance, smoking cigarettes and playing cards.

At their feet, several emaciated wolfdogs were tethered, barking furiously at passing Survivors.

This was the only way to the deeper parts of the camp, and everyone who passed by would be fleeced by them.

"Woof! Woof woof!"

The wolfdogs suddenly whimpered with their tails between their legs and retreated into their kennels.

A steady sound of footsteps came from the end of the road.

The hooligans looked up, impatiently spitting out their cigarette butts.

"Damn it, who's the blind one..."

Before they finished speaking, their eyes widened.

They saw three young people walking side by side.

The young man in the middle was ordinary, nothing special.

The one on the left was as strong as a bear, clearly not to be trifled with.

But everyone's gaze was instantly drawn to the woman on the right.

Her tight special forces combat uniform outlined breathtaking curves, a high ponytail, and a cold, beautiful face. Under the military uniform, she exuded a sense of abstinence that made one's desire to conquer explode.

"Oh ho! She's definitely a top-notch beauty!"

The leader, a yellow-haired hooligan, whistled, threw down his cards, and swayed with a few others to meet them.

"Beautiful officer? Did you get lost? Do you want big brother to show you the way..."

Before Yellow Hair finished speaking, a hand was about to rest on her shoulder.

No nonsense.

No warning either.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering was as crisp as snapping a dry branch.

Yellow Hair's scream was still stuck in his throat when he flew out like a broken rag doll, slamming heavily into the iron gate and causing the thick, heavy gate to collapse with a crash!

"Boom—!"

Dust flew everywhere.

Lu Sheng retracted his hand, not even glancing at the Yellow Hair whose fate was unknown.

He looked up at the Black Snake Gang members who were startled by the loud noise and rushed out with weapons from the depths of the repair shop, his expression terrifyingly calm.

"Major Qin, Major Lin."

Lu Sheng's voice was not loud, but it carried an undeniable tone of command.

"Inside, no matter who it is..."

"Leave no one alive."

Qin Yue and Lin Hu exchanged glances, seeing burning flames in each other's eyes.

"Understood!"

The next second.

Lightning and a rain of arrows erupted simultaneously!

...This day was destined to be recorded in the annals of the Zijin Mountain Camp.

Or rather, it was the day the Survivors' nightmare ended.

The afternoon sun fiercely scorched the earth, and a nauseating stench of blood permeated the air. However, this scent did not frighten the Survivors; instead, it stimulated their already numb nerves into a nearly pathological excitement.

"Boom—!!!"

The gate of Fierce Tiger Hall, at this moment, was like a fragile biscuit, kicked open from the outside and violently embedded in the wall in the center of the main hall.

As the dust settled, three figures emerged against the light.

"Who goes there?! How dare you trespass into my Fierce Tiger Hall!"

The Hall Master of Fierce Tiger Hall, a corpulent Level 5 Spirit Source User with a ferocious face, was embracing two disheveled women and drinking.

He rose in a fury, still clutching a half-eaten roasted chicken, and his fierce aura had just erupted—!

"Pfft!"

A cold gleam, like a shooting star chasing the moon.

The Hall Master didn't even see how the opponent struck, but a blood hole appeared between his eyebrows, clear from front to back.

He widened his eyes, the roasted chicken in his hand clattered to the ground, and his body fell straight backward.

Instant kill.

Clean and decisive.

Lu Sheng withdrew his dragon devouring spear, not even glancing at the corpse, his gaze directly passing over the chaotic crowd and locking onto the warehouse in the back.

"Major Lin, Major Qin, clear the area."

Lu Sheng's voice was as calm as if he were instructing a waiter to clear plates.

"...Yes."

Lin Hu and Qin Yue exchanged glances, their mouths twitching uncontrollably.

Throughout this journey, they had gone from initial shock to current numbness, even feeling a bit like two thugs following their big brother to collect protection fees.

Black Snake Gang, annihilated.

Fierce Tiger Hall, annihilated.

Red Flower Society, annihilated.

Lu Sheng was like an emotionless bulldozer; wherever he went, not a blade of grass grew.

Those gang leaders who usually lorded over Zijin Mountain and were arrogant beyond belief were as fragile as paper toys in front of him.

Level 5 Spirit Source User? One spear.

Level 4 Spirit Source Practitioner? One punch.

No second move was even needed.

What made Qin Yue and Lin Hu's scalps tingle the most was Lu Sheng's scavenging methods, which were like a locust plague passing through.

Fierce Tiger Hall warehouse.

Lu Sheng stood before mountains of supplies.

Rice, flour, canned goods, generators, fuel... and even a few boxes of expensive red wine and cigars from who knows where.

"Collect."

Lu Sheng waved his hand.

Buzz—!

A spatial fluctuation flashed.

The once packed warehouse instantly became cleaner than Qin Yue's face, not even a mouse hole left.

"This... just how big is this storage space?!"

Lin Hu stared at the empty warehouse, his eyes nearly popping out.

He had seen the world; the military also had space-type Spirit Source Users, but at most, they could only store a few cubic meters of supplies, unlike Lu Sheng, who seemed to have a cargo ship in his stomach!

Lu Sheng didn't explain, only looked at the rapidly rising material reserves on his system panel, a satisfied smile curving his lips.

Currently, the most common currency was food and clean fresh water.

Life was still long; how could he not accumulate some family assets?

...As one cancerous gang after another was annihilated, the entire Zijin Mountain Camp erupted.

Countless Survivors emerged from their shacks; they dared not get too close, only following the three-person team from afar.

Watching the thugs who usually bullied men and women being thrown out like dead dogs, watching carts of supplies being taken away by that young demon god.

The fear in their eyes was gradually replaced by a light called hope.

"Well killed! Well killed!"

Some knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

Others gritted their teeth, wishing they could go up and bite those corpses.

Lu Sheng ignored these gazes.

He was not a savior; he was merely cleaning up trash and, incidentally, stocking up.

However, when they swept through the Red Flower Society, a small incident occurred.

The Red Flower Society was a gang that started by trafficking women and female children, using extremely despicable methods.

When Lu Sheng impaled the Red Flower Society's seductive female leader with a single spear, a small boy, who looked to be about ten years old, suddenly rushed out of a room.

He was wearing brand-name children's clothes, and although his face was smudged with dirt, it was clear he had been raised in luxury.

"Don't kill me! Please don't kill me!"

The little boy fell to his knees with a thud, crying profusely, his large eyes filled with fear and helplessness.

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