He Qing was slightly stunned; he hadn’t expected that there were still experts conducting research.
This situation could only pertain to the national team.
It was the apocalypse, yet so institutions still existed. To He Qing, this could be considered good news or bad news.
The good news was that the experts were truly skilled.
The bad news was if the experts actually managed to create sothing to end the apocalypse, then everything he now possessed would beco worthless.
"That’s the case, huh? Then that’s really great," He Qing said with a smile.
"Yes, very good."
A reply filled with hope.
He could tell that He Qing was an ambitious man. Crystals were indeed easy to co by, but he wouldn’t just give them to anyone for no reason, especially if he wanted to give them to soone who could truly help humanity—survivors like the Eagle, Professor Xia, Officer Huang, and so on.
Afterwards.
Watching as Lin Fan walked on water and away.
He Qing gripped the railings, his gaze fixed on Lin Fan’s departing figure.
"I just can’t believe that crystals are useless to humans."
...
Tang Island.
A figure walked over the water and entered the territory of Tang Island. Upon arrival, joyful singing reached the ears.
"You are my little apple..."
It hadn’t always been this song.
Perhaps the survivors living on Tang Island had gotten tired of the previous song and deliberately changed it.
"What is that?"
The patrolling chief bodyguard, seeing the approaching figure, stared in astonishnt as though he had seen a ghost, until the figure appeared on the shore.
He observed the newcor’s face and the sword he carried on his back—a mark all too familiar.
In an instant.
He thought of the one he had seen before.
"Hello, Mr. Lin," the bodyguard hastily approached with respect.
He was Tang Li’s bodyguard and had experienced that incident; he could never forget the scene back then. That domineering power was deeply etched into his mory.
"Hello, is Mr. Tang here?"
Lin Fan was there to inspect the situation on Tang Island.
"He is. Please, Mr. Lin, follow ," the bodyguard said respectfully.
Tang Island now had a tal wall built around it—a wall not made of bricks but of tal. Although not very high, it was topped with barbed wire, probably electrified.
"Have you enclosed all the survivors within this wall?" Lin Fan asked.
"Yes, Mr. Lin, all the survivors live inside. Because zombies still drift over the water surface, it’s necessary to play music on yachts. This tactic has indeed been effective; many zombies are attracted by the sound and struggle in the water until they finally sink," the bodyguard reported the current status to Lin Fan.
Without any concealnt.
He believed that hiding things from such a strong person was not a wise choice. Even if the boss knew about it, he would strongly agree.
Arriving at the iron gate, the bodyguard shouted for soone to quickly open the gate, announcing that Mr. Lin had co for a visit. The bodyguards guarding the gate all knew Lin Fan and hurriedly opened it, then looked at Lin Fan with fervent eyes.
A strong person was respected everywhere.
The current setup of Tang Island consisted of double fencing: an outer great wall and an inner manor wall. Survivors lived between these two layers.
The busy survivors, upon seeing Tang’s chief bodyguard escorting a young man with such reverence, were quite curious about who this person might be to receive such treatnt.
Now was the apocalypse; past social connections were utterly useless.
Whether soone was a community leader or anyone else, it was the sa.
Lin Fan also watched them. Their expressions were good, clearly living quite well here—much better compared to the Lucky, that was certain.
The bodyguard said, "Mr. Lin, there are four living areas for survivors on Tang Island now. Each survivor area has corresponding tasks, and there’s no significant issue with supplies. Additionally, marine products are also a major source of our supplies."
He explained in detail, introducing the situation on Tang Island.
"How many survivors are there on Tang Island now?" Lin Fan asked.
The bodyguard replied, "Hmm, there are roughly eighty or more survivors now."
Maintaining the expenses of this group of survivors was a lot, but luckily, Tang Island had an advantageous terrain. Even if they were to run out of ammunition and provisions, the marine products would still be enough to support these people.
When Tang Jiayu heard that Lin Fan had co, her face lit up with joy. She hurried into her room to change her clothes and dress up.
In the apocalypse, she rarely made up, always keeping a bare face, but now that she knew Lin Fan had arrived, she felt she must dress up properly.
Tang Li ca out to greet the visitor.
In the living room.
"Mr. Tang, long ti no see," Lin Fan greeted with a smile. "He just reported to about the situation on Tang Island. This place seems to be a good haven for survivors."
"Thanks to you, young Mr. Lin. Without your help back in the day, there would be no Tang Island today," Tang Li said, smiling.
Back then, when the bandits ca with their weapons.
How could flesh and blood stand against that?
Lin Fan said, "I just ca from the Lucky and thought to co and have a look."
Hearing ntion of the Lucky, Tang Li’s expression grew slightly more solemn. He knew that the Lucky was managed by He Qing; he had crossed paths with He Qing in business before, recognizing him as a ruthless person with thods that were both in the grey and in the light—a significant figure.
He intended to remind Lin Fan that He Qing’s words couldn’t be taken at face value, but then thought better of it. To soone like him, he probably wasn’t much different from He Qing in Lin Fan’s eyes.
"Brother Lin."
A crisp voice.
Dressed with care, Tang Jiayu descended the stairs with a radiant smile and light steps.
"Miss Tang, hello," said Lin Fan, observing Tang Jiayu. Indeed, girls love to look beautiful, even in the apocalypse, still caring so much about their appearance.
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