Biaozi's words fell.

In the crowd around the container, a disheveled woman's previously lifeless eyes suddenly showed a glimmer of hope. She trembled and stood up, pointing at a man in the crowd with a face full of malice.

"Those two just now were his thugs, they've been abusing us women since Doomsday..."

"Can you kill him?"

"You don't know, these days we've been..."

"Shut up."

Biaozi looked at the disheveled woman with some impatience, "Everyone stand up and follow me out of the container immediately, any more nonsense and you'll be the first to die."

The woman's body froze in place, the hope in her eyes vanished again in an instant, and after a while, she lowered her head and murmured, "I thought you were here to save us."

Not bothering to say more, Biaozi just waved his hand. Under the cold eyes of the thugs, all the survivors trembled and came out of the corners, walking along the container to the outside.

Mountain Cat glanced over each woman's face, and not seeing the familiar figure, his expression turned slightly anxious, unable to help wanting to say something.

Then a rough big hand pressed his shoulder.

Biaozi patted Mountain Cat's shoulder, said nothing, just slightly moved his lips and shook his head.

Mountain Cat was slightly stunned, quickly understanding, and could only calm himself as much as possible.

...

Soon—

The group of survivors was escorted out of the container to an open space under the armed watch of Biaozi and others. The survivors, who hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, immediately closed their eyes upon stepping into the open space, leaning on each other, not knowing what would come next.

"Gentlemen!"

The burly man with the flashlight and malicious face knelt on the ground, eyes closed, shouting in fear, "Don't listen to that damn woman's nonsense, these days, it's us brothers going out to search for supplies."

"The canned food they eat, the blankets they sleep under, the water they drink, we risked our lives to find it all."

"Several brothers lost their lives for it."

"Am I not entitled to sleep with them? Besides, I didn't force them, they came to me for food!"

Another woman's voice, laced with sobs, trembled as she said, "If we don't sleep with you, you won't give us food. Do you think we willingly sleep with you?"

"Willing my ass!"

The man with the malicious face shouted angrily, "Do you think I willingly welcomed Doomsday? Then why the hell don't you go out to find food yourselves, did I stop you?"

"True kindness is when you don't set conditions and still share your food, anything else isn't worth mentioning."

"Kindness my ass!"

"..."

Biaozi said nothing, not even bothering to pay attention to this farce. He held a belief that those who survived Doomsday weren't good people; the good ones died early on.

Everyone's a bunch of bastards.

So don't compare who's worse.

He just lit a cigarette, looked at the glaring sun, and patiently waited. Soon... the thunderous roar of engine sounds surged from afar, echoing in everyone's ears.

A train, covered in heavy black armor, supported by dozens of mechanical legs, slowly passed through the city ruins, finally stopping in the open space of the container factory.

Immediately—

A young man, leaning on a cane, slowly descended from the train's ladder. With each step he took, the barrels of heavy machine guns and rocket launchers on the train's roof turned slightly.

By the time the man reached the ground, the barrels of the heavy machine guns, rocket launchers, and other firepower accessories were fully aimed at the survivors.

The scene was momentarily silent and extremely quiet.

The pair who had been accusing each other just moments ago, now found their mouths slowly open, eyes barely able to believe the scene before them.

At this moment.

Chen Mang's voice came through the train's external sound system.

"Everyone, proceed to the last slave carriage."

This eleventh carriage was temporarily built with 100 units of iron ore, used to temporarily gather these survivors.

...

Chen Mang stood on the open ground, looking at the ragged group of survivors in front of him, eyes full of amusement. With the "Target Detection Radar," finding slaves became much easier; no matter how deeply they hid, they could be found.

He needed more slaves.

This way, when he found another mine, he'd have higher production efficiency.

Nobody would say they had too many slaves; no matter how many, he could afford them.

Though he looked a bit weak, after returning to the train and replenishing, there would be no major issue. This group of survivors still had no old people or children. In Doomsday, the old and children were rare, especially since it had been a year since Doomsday arrived; surviving till now wasn't easy.

After that, he returned to the train head.

This time his goal was to search for 1,000 survivors.

With the Target Detection Radar, Cluster Thinking, and Biaozi and others riding cross-country motorcycles as thugs, these three combined made the search for survivors extremely simple.

Then.

He went back to the train head, not intending to make any speeches until after all survivors were found. He only came down to admire his first batch of spoils.

...

The woman who had been accusing the man of countless crimes earlier, upon seeing Chen Mang, found herself unable to utter a word.

She didn't know why.

Even though the armed man had just coldly executed two people in front of them, she dared to speak out in tears. But the young man who walked down from the train head, with a face full of smiles, somehow made her unable to open her mouth.

For a moment.

The survivors remained silent, quietly following Biaozi and others' guidance towards the last carriage, appearing well-behaved.

"Tsk."

Biaozi couldn't help scratching the back of his head, clicking his tongue, "These people sure know how to judge the situation. Why didn't they shout when Master Mang came down? Do I really look that easy to bully?"

He pulled out a Car Blade Fragment from his pocket, looking at his stubbled face in the reflection, forcing a fierce expression, before turning to Hei Hao beside him with some confusion.

"Don't I look fierce?"

"Fierce, Biao."

"Then why don't they seem afraid of me?"

"Maybe they initially thought you came to save them, that you were a good guy."

"Then what about Master Mang?"

"Master Mang just doesn't look like a good guy."

"Doesn't he?"

"Does he?"

"Hei Hao, I remind you, you're still in Cluster Thinking."

"...Looks like it. I misspoke earlier, Master Mang looks righteous, especially with those four 40-tube rocket launchers, looking full of justice."

...

And at this moment—

Inside the train head, Chen Mang looked at the survivor hiding spot in another area on the Target Detection Radar. After enlarging the information on each survivor, he paused, with a bit of surprise flashing in his eyes.

An old acquaintance.

Among this group of survivors, there was a woman, Ji Chuchu.

Wasn't Ji Chuchu a slave on another train? How did she end up here?

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