You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies! Chapter 153 Our Boss Fights the World Barehanded

"Bro, are you serious?"

"Stop bullshitting, who the hell is still doing business at a ti like this?"

It's no wonder Peng Liu didn't believe it.

The most valuable thing now is food.

And the most precious thing also happens to be food.

Apart from that, no one wanted anything else, but who would have food and not eat it themselves, instead trading it with soone else?

What, are they so full they want to play the hero like Lei Feng?

Who would believe that!

And what was Big Beard just talking about?

He said his boss had not only food but also dicine and equipnt.

That's even more nonsensical.

If they had that kind of power, why would they need to do business?

Couldn't they just send people to break down their doors and rob them?

Not just Peng Liu, nearly everyone who heard Big Beard's spiel thought this way, so the looks they gave the two n grew even more unfriendly.

Telling lies without making them remotely credible—did they really take them for fools?

Truth be told, Peng Yue initially felt the sa way.

But intuition told him that the man before him obviously wasn't making up desperate lies on the fly to deceive people; Big Beard's expression was very calm.

Even a hint of confidence seed to seep through.

Right, the boss!

He had ntioned the word "boss"!

Peng Yue thought carefully and realized he didn't know anyone who went by that title.

The other side had also said they were from the city center.

Combining the two, a new possibility erged.

Big Beard was telling the truth.

At least, these two probably weren't sent by the Chens to cause trouble.

Actually, on further thought, it seed there had been so sort of misunderstanding from the start. Even if the Chens were causing trouble, they wouldn't just send two people over—that would be a clear death sentence, wouldn't it?

Once Peng Yue realized this, much of his anger had already subsided.

Then there was only one thing left.

Ten minutes later.

Inside the second floor of the motorcade's compound.

Peng Yue sat on the sofa with several apples on the coffee table in front of him, picked from a nearby orchard.

And this orchard was precisely the reason for the recent conflict with another group.

An orchard spanning over a thousand acres.

Less than twenty zombies.

Several brothers with varying expressions sat on sofas and chairs, so even standing behind their boss like guard dogs.

Their only commonality was the scrutinizing gaze they all had towards the two n opposite them.

Even after Peng Yue issued the command, he couldn't help but doubt.

Were there really such impressive people in the city center?

Unbelievable.

Big Beard continued to speak, his tone becoming increasingly relaxed, exuding a strong sense of confidence, especially after seeing just a few apples on the coffee table.

Weren't they a little too shabby?

"..."

"There are no other forces left in the city center."

"Nearly all the thousands of survivors there are living in a safe zone."

"Safe zone?"

Peng Yue was sowhat skeptical.

Soon after the disaster struck, he had sent people to check out the city center.

Although it was originally just to seek governnt assistance, everyone knew what happened next; the city governnt had already been overwheld by zombies ahead of everyone else.

No governnt, so where would the safe zone co from?

Could it be the army?

Thinking of this, his gaze beca sowhat complex.

anwhile, Hou Shubin, who was busily crunching on a yellow apple, happened to look up and joined in, "Heh, just looking at you guys, I know you don't believe it."

It wasn't just these folks separated from the city center by a large river who wouldn't believe it.

Even they didn't believe it at first.

Zombies were everywhere.

Without a governnt, without an army, who could carve out a safe zone amidst a city overrun by the walking dead?

Yet sohow, the company did just that.

Or rather, Zhang Ye did.

Hou Shubin shattered the illusion in the minds of Peng Yue and co with a single statent.

"It's not the governnt, nor the army; our boss created a safe zone from scratch with just three won in tow."

"As ti passed, more and more people joined, now there must be at least eight or nine hundred."

"Just the security guards on patrol number over a hundred."

"That's not counting the Combat Departnt."

When he finished these words, he saw the Peng family brothers on the other side each with a look of shock, obviously frightened by his recent statent.

But before Hou Shubin could feel smug for even a few seconds, Peng Liu, who had been eyeing the two n with discontent, spoke up with sarcasm:

"Are you bullshitting ?"

"Starting from scratch with a few won?"

"Is this Mr. Zhang a reincarnation of Captain Arica?"

"Liu!"

"Is that how you talk to our guests?"

Peng Liu had barely finished when his elder brother scolded him, prompting him to imdiately lower his head and fall silent.

Yet the expressions on everyone else's faces clearly showed disbelief.

It sounded downright like a fantasy.

There were many capable people out there.

Peng Yue, Mr. Chen, they had all pulled together their own teams.

But to claim soone had managed to rally hundreds from scratch in the current situation, they found it hard not to doubt whether Hou Shubin was exaggerating.

Not a single person in Jiangbei District had the ability to do so, including that man from the card factory.

Just as Peng Yue was about to ask more questions to determine if these two were rely trying to trick him to save their own skins, Big Beard suddenly pulled out that revolver.

"What are you doing!"

"Bro, quick, get behind !"

"Damn it, I knew there was sothing off with these two!"

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The instant the gun was drawn, the living room descended into chaos and even Peng Yue beca a bit tense subconsciously.

But Big Beard just twisted his wrist and handed over the gun.

Peng Yue looked at him, puzzled.

What did this an?

"For ?"

Peng Yue asked tentatively.

Seeing Big Beard nod, he carefully took the handgun and then inspected it under the light.

Upon closer inspection, he found many unusual aspects.

Both the barrel and the grip gave off a strong sense of crudeness. Was this really a homade revolver?

No, that wasn't right, there were two of them!

The man nad Hou also had one on him!

In other words, not only did both individuals have firearms, but they also had standardized revolvers made by the sa person?

Now, without governnt regulation, those making guns in secret were not few in number.

But those were mostly homade shotguns or zip guns.

People capable of making handguns were incredibly rare.

Suddenly, Peng Yue thought of sothing and quickly held the gun upright, squinting as he peered into the barrel.

Under the bright light, he could clearly see the rifling inside.

There were actually rifling grooves?

"Getting it now?"

Big Beard's voice rang out again.

Peng Yue silently pushed the handgun back across the table.

"This gun, was it also made by that company behind you?"

He spoke and intently watched Big Beard, obviously trying to gauge the truth from the man's facial expression.

Big Beard's answer was simple and straightforward.

"Made at the machinery factory."

"Machinery factory?"

Peng Yue was montarily taken aback, but before he could continue questioning, the other man already cracked a smile:

"That's what they call it up there."

"But we prefer to refer to it as—"

"The arsenal."