And those dozen ships carrying pure beer also docked, and barrels of fragrant beer were unloaded.
Yang Yang said, "Our first step in the plan is to sell the beer at a high price. We need to make it desirable, and it just so happens that the Sailboat Hotel is having a grand banquet tonight."
Hearing about the banquet, everyone smirked knowingly.
A banquet ans the food will be much better. In this apocalypse, who wouldn’t want to have a good al?
Many people were quite excited.
More than half of the Huaxia Team’s bodyguards disembarked, while the remaining half stayed hidden on the ship.
Big Yellow Teeth regretfully patted his over a hundred zombie subordinates, "You guys stay here and protect the fleet." Who said they had no sense of taste to enjoy this delicacy?
The Huaxia Team was naturally adept at flaunting wealth, and these genuine shipnts of beer couldn’t be faked.
Moreover, they had spread various ssages before their arrival, so once they hit the coast, they naturally received a lot of attention.
Yang Yang introduced to everyone the guest list for the evening all the way there. He effortlessly recited the long and complicated nas, fearing nobody would understand, and listed codenas A, B, C, D, E as simple alternatives.
The Sailboat Hotel is located on an island, looking like a giant sail from afar, and up close, it is a magnificent grand building. In the dim light, it stood like a beacon, lighting up the surroundings.
At this mont, it was bustling with noise, reminiscent of the pre-apocalypse liveliness.
Besides the usual luxury cars, there were also quite a few black, rhino-like beasts parked, each even larger than lions.
The parking lot had special resting areas for them, with at least a dozen attendants catering to them.
Yang Yang said, "These are the post-apocalyptic Dark Species Lion-Bulls. The people in Dubai found their genetic sequence and used Dark Energy to breed them. Due to their strong vitality and great power, they are easy to care for and are considered the ’luxury cars’ of Dubai’s upper echelon now. If you go out without a Lion-Bull pulling your cart, it lowers your status."
Oh, it’s just like carriages in ancient tis and luxury cars now.
Tan Ke had a fat chicken nesting comfortably on his head with its huge fluffy wings. Hearing this, it seed a bit disdainful. Why is this thing so popular? Can it lay eggs like ?
Tan Ke sensed the fat chicken’s disdain and nodded, "So, does this Lion-Bull taste good?"
Yang Yang’s expression was peculiar, "Do you know how much a Lion-Bull costs in Virtual Coins? At least a million Virtual Coins! So far, no one has eaten Lion-Bull at, but a few died accidentally and were said to be recycled for extracting genetic at to continue breeding."
Big Yellow Teeth spat, "So this expensive stuff is just piled up with Dark Energy and is practically useless?"
The fat chicken puffed up its chest, fluttered off Tan Ke, and affectionately nudged Jing Shu as if to say, "Don’t bother with those useless things, I’m the real treasure here, laying many eggs every day."
Jing Shu laughed and patted the fat chicken’s head, "All right, all right, I know you’re the most useful one."
"Cluck!" the fat chicken clucked.
That cluck caused no harm, but the sound excited the Lion-Bulls. They got up imdiately from lying down.
Lion-Bulls have a significant portion of their bloodline from lions.
In the Middle East, using lions to pull carriages is quite prestigious, giving you a grand presence.
It’s in their nature to hunt prey, especially the fat chicken, dripping with fat and slling delicious.
But most of the Lion-Bulls had the intention but not the courage to act, and they were tied down and couldn’t charge forward.
Yet, one particularly tall and fierce Lion-Bull broke free and bolted forward, dragging the carriage behind it.
The seven or eight attendants imdiately grabbed the Lion-Bull’s rope.
"Roar!!" The Lion-Bull pulled the people along, its eyes red, charging at the fat chicken. It had slled an incredibly enticing aroma, seemingly emanating from the fat chicken, which it intensely desired.
The attendants shouted and scread in panic.
The scene turned chaotic.
Soone raised their gun but hesitated; a Lion-Bull worth over a million Virtual Coins was a loss they couldn’t afford even with their life on the line.
Jing Shu frowned as she watched the charging, powerful Lion-Bull.
Big Yellow Teeth hid in fear at the back, "Ah-ah-ah, what do we do? Should’ve brought Situ Xiaoye."
Yang Yang said, "We can’t expose our abilities, or we won’t catch any fish. Shoot it." He pulled out a special gun from under his pant leg.
Jing Shu placed a hand on the gun, "Don’t shoot. Let the kids settle their own fights."
Yang Yang suddenly rembered the fat chicken’s fighting prowess.
At this mont.
By a floor-to-ceiling window in the Sailboat Hotel, a few glasses of red wine were placed on a luxurious antiqued bronze table. A middle-aged man, draped in white robes, was pensively watching the scene, swirling the liquid in his glass as he pondered sothing.
"Master, that’s the Second Prince’s Lion-Bull. Should I handle it? If it harms a distinguished guest—"
The middle-aged man waved his hand, "The show is just beginning. Let that fool make trouble for the Huaxia people, and then we’ll step in. Regardless of who gets hurt, we have grounds to act."
At this ti, it seems the Huaxia people don’t plan to intervene, letting a giant turkey step forward instead.
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