Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 324 - 316: Contradiction

"Comfy ah...." Mr. Wang let out a satisfied moan in comfort.

Through the iron plate beneath his buttocks, a fierce and intense warmth reached him, making him shiver twice from the heat.

Then, he didn't dare to waste time, he took advantage of the heat to soak the bread in the pot of water and gulped it down.

It was scalding hot. His mouth was a bit reddened by the burn, but as the warm food and water passed through his throat into his stomach,

he felt warmth in his belly which soon spread to his whole body.

Clang! Mr. Wang quickly placed the empty pot beside the bed, then laid down on the bed and covered himself tightly with the quilt.

He intended to take advantage of the warmth to sleep well.

The room's windows were covered with fog.

Inside, the temperature had almost reached minus ten degrees Celsius.

This was achieved by burning for nearly twenty minutes, combined with the heat emanating from Mr. Wang himself to warm up this small room once sealed off.

This was already considered a relatively high temperature for those days.

Under normal circumstances, when there was a blizzard outside, the outdoor temperature could drop to minus forty degrees Celsius, but indoors, with the doors and windows shut tight, it could stay at minus twenty-something degrees.

There would be a temperature difference of nearly twenty degrees.

But it was precisely this difference of twenty degrees that allowed some people to barely survive. Buried under their quilts in temperatures of minus ten or twenty degrees, they used them to fend off the cold.

Right then, Mr. Wang was lying on the hot iron plate after it was burned, and having eaten some hot food just now, his body's heat made the quilt warm.

The quilt layers, warmed by the heat emitting from Mr. Wang's body, then returned the warmth back to him.

"So warm." This was the last thing Mr. Wang said before he fell into sleep.

At the same time.

In the room beneath Mr. Wang's, which had a similar layout. It just seemed more empty.

In this room, wooden furniture and even plastic materials suitable for burning were all gone.

A thin man in thick clothes was pacing back and forth in the empty room.

It seemed he was trying to raise his body temperature by walking.

Maybe because he felt warmer after a walk, or perhaps because he was tired from walking for a long time, this man with a scar on his face soon crawled under the quilt.

The quilt was filthy, and the man shivered inside it.

This ground-floor room looked as if it hadn't been renovated, pristine and clear.

The man curled up into a ball, seemingly forgetting that his wife was still outside searching for fuel.

In this cold weather, people would not venture out, enduring every minute and second in agony.

They just didn't know how much longer such temperatures would last. frёewebηovel.cѳm

But no matter what the situation, most people wanted to keep living.

....

Inside Safe City.

In the villa district.

The four powers were holding a meeting.

The main reason for this meeting stemmed from a major conflict between Black Gang's Hua Chuanlong and a businessman Ke Hanyu.

The conflict began when Hua Chuanlong's men took some of the supplies that were supposed to be allocated to Ke Hanyu's group without permission.

The first power was led by Wu Jianguo, leading the military personnel and controlling the base's actual power.

The second power was the former Black Gang, led by Hua Chuanlong.

The third faction's power comes from a business tycoon, along with some people who follow him.

The fourth faction's power belongs to civilian representatives.

In Safe City, everyone entering has to pay a protection fee, except for the aforementioned three factions.

If the first three factions find supplies on their own, they can keep them all when they return to base without turning them over.

However, whenever a Zombie Tide occurs, it's their duty to resist the Zombies; they cannot shrink back.

The faction formed by civilians, who are most numerous yet weakest in power, pay protection fees that essentially sustains the first three factions.

They have the will to resist but lack the power to do so.

Therefore, every time at the city gate, when collecting protection fees, the strongest military force led by Wu Jianguo takes half of the supplies first. Then Hua Chuanlong claims thirty percent, and finally, Ke Hanyu's faction gets the last remaining twenty percent.

Strangely, whenever they venture out, Ke Hanyu always seems to find a relatively large amount of supplies.

So this means that Ke Hanyu's faction, originally only entitled to twenty percent of the supplies, turns out to be the wealthiest.

This point greatly displeases the Black Gang, especially now that the weather is cold and it's impossible to go out in search of food and supplies.

The Black Gang, relying on their slightly stronger power, began to openly and covertly bully Ke Hanyu and his people.

In the past, savvy businessman Ke Hanyu could not be unaware. He kept retreating, but didn't expect Hua Chuanlong to become even more outrageous.

Just yesterday, Hua Chuanlong's people blatantly took the supplies meant for Ke Hanyu's share that they had collected together.

Before when distributing supplies, they always chose first and left less than twenty percent for the others.

Even that could be tolerated.

But this time, it went too far. After Wu Jianguo's group took their half, they brazenly hauled away the rest.

This showed utter disregard for Ke Hanyu and his people, a severe violation of their prior agreements.

Conference room.

Because there were charcoal fires burning in all four corners of the room.

The room itself wasn't cold.

But the atmosphere inside was exceptionally oppressive.

Those from the fourth faction who came just to join in the excitement, to be part of the crowd, looked emaciated, yet the expressions on their faces were as if enjoying a spectacle.

After all, they didn't pay any protection fees; the spoils were divvied up by the other three factions. Now if a fight broke out, they would wish for it.

The fourth faction wished they could bring a stool and some sunflower seeds to enjoy the show.

To the right front, a man with a scorpion tattooed on his head, dressed in fur and exuding a hooligan aura, said lazily, "It's your own fault for not coming earlier to receive the goods, can you blame me?"

To the left front, sat a middle-aged man about 35, with fair skin and radiating the aura of an intellectual. He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his eyes as calm and undisturbed as an ancient well:

"Boss Hua, we have been cooperating for over a year now, Boss Wu had also mentioned before, rules are something we all need to follow. Now, what you're saying is that we can all ignore the rules?"

"I've already said, no waiting for those who are late. You guys didn't come to receive the supplies, should we wait for you in this cold weather?"

"We sent someone, but they got beaten by your men."

"Nonsense, don't make unwarranted trouble."

"...."

Ke Hanyu felt a headache coming on; a literati meets soldiers, reason cannot prevail.

Distorting facts, fabricating lies. That's Hua Chuanlong's specialty.

Ke Hanyu isn't ready to have a large-scale conflict with Hua Chuanlong and his people just yet.

Once guns fire, neither side would have it easy.

Thus, Ke Hanyu turned his gaze to Boss Wu, who was sitting in the center.