You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Li Rong did not come alone.

Accompanying him was a fully-armed patrol team, which also fell under the jurisdiction of the Security Bureau.

Counting those who seemed to bully the weak but fear the strong, the numbers had already surpassed fifty.

The majority of them were equipped with either hunting shotguns or crooked knives.

Although Wanhao District's industrial capabilities could not match those of the company that occupied half the industrial district, it had already acquired the ability to produce firearms and ammunition, with the most produced being the simple, yet powerful, shotguns.

Put plainly, these were homemade blunderbusses.

Not necessarily very effective against zombies, but extremely lethal against mutant beasts and living humans.

Especially at a close distance, the deterrent power was directly doubled.

The Hunters had been somewhat indifferent at first.

After all, not only were the people from the Security Bureau not as well-equipped, their numbers were also fewer than their own. Once a fight broke out, the automatic rifles in their hands could easily tear a hole through the enemy's line.

But now the situation was obviously different.

Reinforcements for the other side had arrived.

The numerical difference between the two sides had almost doubled, and, adding to that, almost every new member of the patrol team had a blunderbuss in hand, the balance of power was gradually evening out.

To put it bluntly, the other side actually held the advantage. Stay updated with My Virtual Library Empire

Because this place was not the Ecological Park.

It was Wanhao District.

If a fight really broke out, anyone could guess that there would be an endless stream of enemies emerging from all directions. Forget bullets, even their spit could drown them.

Yet, Peng Yue's expression showed no sign of fear. Instead, there was a hint more of a cold sneer.

"Are you threatening me?"

Li Rong said nothing.

But his expressionless face said it all.

He was indeed threatening Peng Yue, brazenly using his power to intimidate. So what?

The atmosphere between the two parties suddenly froze to its limit.

It was as if snowflakes were swirling in the air, landing on the skin and making everyone present feel an indescribable chill, causing many to subconsciously touch their arms.

Upon which they found a layer of fine goosebumps had formed without notice.

A slight touch was enough to make them shiver.

"What do you think, will they really start fighting?"

Someone whispered in the crowd.

"It's hard to say."

"Let's keep our distance."

"Bullets don't have eyes. Don't get yourself killed over that brat."

The speaker had already quietly stepped back a few paces while looking around for suitable cover, ready to dive behind those trucks at the first sound of gunshots.

Just then, Peng Yue suddenly raised the corners of his mouth in a smile.

"Peng Liu, aren't you going to come over and apologize to Director Li?"

"You should be more careful next time."

"Understand?"

"So you don't accidentally kill something like Director Li's cat or dog again, causing people to come knocking, how embarrassing would that be?"

With his head bowed, Peng Liu uttered an "oh," then walked forward and sincerely bowed to the man in the police superintendent uniform:

"I'm sorry, Director Li, I really didn't know he was your nephew."

"Otherwise, I definitely would have let him off."

"Hehe."

Seeing him struggle to hold back his laughter, Peng Si and Peng Wu, standing behind him, quickly pulled Peng Liu, who seemed a bit too fidgety at this crucial moment, back.

Following this, Peng Yue nodded in satisfaction and then turned towards Li Rong, whose face was ashen, and said:

"Alright, now the apology has been made."

"Is it done?"

Before the chief could answer, the police captain with the side-parted hair who was following closely behind him had already cursed and charged forward.

"Fuck your mother, done your fucking head!"

"Are you playing us for fools?"

"Arrest them!"

Seeing this, the others didn't hesitate to pull out the iron rods hidden in their coats, ready to join the fray.

In the blink of an eye, they were scuffling with the company's militia.

Both sides seemed to understand each other well.

Instead of using the rifles and pepper spray they normally carried, they wielded them like clubs, and soon, the sound of metal clashing and cries of pain could be heard everywhere.

The majority gathered in the lobby were Hunters following Gao Feng.

Their most frequent training was in hand-to-hand combat.

Initially, they were cautious with their moves, afraid of accidentally injuring or killing someone and causing trouble for their leaders.

But after a few of their comrades were pushed to the ground by the security bureau's men and left bleeding from the head, the Hunters could no longer restrain themselves. They grabbed their crooked knives and hacked at anyone they saw, still holding back a bit.

When they struck, they used the back of the knife, not the blade.

The heavy and slightly curved back of the knives, wielded by the Hunters, was no less deadly than a hammer. Combined with the ferocity and brutality developed from frequent hunting and life-and-death experiences, they quickly cleared out the first floor of the hotel like tigers among sheep.

Li Rong had already retreated to the back under the protection of a few subordinates.

His already unpleasant expression was even darker now.

His eyes were fixed on the few figures rampaging through the crowd like wild tigers, as if he was ready to pull out a gun the next second and shoot the man on the spot.

Behind the upstairs window curtains, another pair of eyes were hidden, watching the conflict below with interest.

"This guy can't really be a police supervisor, can he?"

Zhang Ye suddenly turned to look at the woman beside him and asked.

Gao Feng shook her head, "I don't know, but judging from the uniform, he must have been some kind of district team leader in the past."

She had come straight up after Peng Yue showed up.

Zhang Ye had just woken up and after she had briefly described the situation downstairs to him, they both watched from above like spectators.

Just in case, four Hunters were stationed outside the room as guards, ready to escort Zhang Ye out through the back door in case of trouble.

A car was already prepared there.

After asking his question, Zhang Ye's gaze returned to the crowd below, but he suddenly noticed that many more people had appeared around the perimeter of the street.

These people looked much more relaxed than those from the security bureau, yet the color of their clothing was very uniform.

Light blue.

It looked like another kind of uniform.

What was most surprising was that their leader actually came in a luxury sedan.

You have to know that most vehicles on the streets these days were trucks.

Only a very few drove SUVs, and those were mostly small teams or individuals who had defected from other settlements.

Sedans had gone from being cherished items to being as neglected as stale buns.

Something people wouldn't even bother looking at if they were parked on the street.

Delicate and not robust enough.

Even if you crashed one against a zombie, you might end up getting the wheels stuck with corpses and turn into canned meat for a horde to fight over.

But the person below didn't seem to think so, showing off in the luxury sedan as if it were something to be proud of.

"Tsk, tsk."

"Acting so cocky?"

Zhang Ye, watching the pompadour emerge from the sedan, couldn't help but laugh out loud.