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The two accompanying men deftly tied up Hu Xiaodong, watching this, Wang Qiang was furious. If it weren't for Tang Xiaoquan holding him back, he would have rushed up to act "irrationally" again.

After the binding was completed, the warrior asked everyone to hand over their weapons, saying it was to maintain the daily living order within the venue and to prevent any injuries.

The survivors expressed their understanding of this.

However, when one of the warriors got into the vehicle alone to drive the urban management vehicle into the venue, Wu Chao and the other young people, who had been silent, couldn't stay calm anymore.

Wen Quanxin directly asked, "Um..."

Not knowing the warrior's name, Wen Quanxin had to use a general term, "Comrade, it's fine to confiscate equipment for stability and unity, but these supplies..."

With a bitter smile, Wen Quanxin wisely did not finish his sentence.

But having experienced too many similar "doubts", the warrior knew exactly what was on his mind.

He immediately responded with a smile, "Sorry, I overlooked that point earlier. Here, it's a rule to confiscate equipment and supplies from those seeking refuge. Since everyone has chosen to come here, we are like a family, and naturally, all things should be shared. However, given the current situation, we adopt a dual standard of distribution according to need and labor. In simpler terms, if you have special skills and can contribute to the shelter, you will receive more daily supplies compared to those who don't work. Of course, this does not mean that those who don't work have nothing to eat or drink, but relatively, those who don't work only receive supplies to meet their basic needs."

After hearing the warrior's explanation, Tang Xiaoquan nodded approvingly.

As the saying goes, without rules, there's no perimeter; for a leader to manage and maintain such a large shelter, the difficulties can be imagined.

Therefore, it is necessary to have a relatively complete set of rules and regulations to restrain and standardize people, preventing them from developing "resentment" or even "resistance" due to "various injustices".

But of course, having a sound system without a strict "law enforcement team" obviously cannot reach the standard either.

However, the Yuhuan Gymnasium solved the above two issues well; it not only has a reasonable system but, more importantly, views "military orders as mountains", having Ironblood Warriors.

So, at this moment, Tang Xiaoquan had an increasingly favorable view of this shelter.

With this in mind, he quickly "cajoled", "Oh, comrade, we completely agree with what you said. Additionally, the boxes in the car are filled with clothes, which we originally intended to distribute to the survivors in need after entering. Now that you have rules, let's proceed according to them."

Tang Xiaoquan subtly expressed his side's "selfless" attitude. In his view, since the things in the car must be "confiscated", why not let them exert some extra heat before being confiscated?

Sure enough, after hearing his words, the warrior's stern face softened noticeably.

After all, as a manager, in any situation, the term "cohesion" is what they value most.

After the communication was complete, the urban management vehicle first drove into the venue, then the warrior waved for the survivors to enter.

Watching the warrior leading the way leave, Wang Qiang's suppressed anger finally erupted uncontrollably. He spat fiercely on the ground and cursed in a low voice, "Damn, they're just a bunch of robbers! Talking so nicely, but in my opinion, it's just hypocrisy!"

"Enough! You're always so troublesome! I'm telling you, Qiang, there's nothing wrong with how they're doing things. Do you think maintaining such a large shelter is easy? I'm telling you, don't make trouble when we go in, Hu Ge is depending on them for treatment!"

Upon hearing this, what more could Wang Qiang say? Even if he was dissatisfied with the venue's regulations, he had to endure it for the sake of his elder brother.

"Hey, you two, hurry up and catch up!"

"Oh, coming! Coming! We're coming now!"

Walking straight through the gymnasium gate, they were met with a red rubber track.

Looking around, green seats spiraled from bottom to top, all the way to the top, where a dark green giant canopy was specially constructed to cope with bad weather.

Judging by the size of the stadium, it could probably accommodate 30,000 people without a problem.

The team continued to move forward, and rows of diversely styled tents gradually came into view.

The tents were orderly scattered in the center of the field, where many curious citizens had gathered. Groups of people were gathered together, all looking toward the main entrance, likely having not seen "newcomers" in a long time.

Tang Xiaoquan carefully observed everything inside the venue. On the whole, the management was fairly orderly, much more systematized compared to the prior "Zhongkun Textile".

Soon, the team arrived at the junction of the field and the stands, where a trench surrounded the field, by visual estimation, it was at least one meter deep.

According to old Zhao, who loved watching games, this thing was primarily used to prevent fans from storming onto the field and causing trouble during matches.

But in Tang Xiaoquan's view, the practicality of this thing wasn't much. At least in his memory, he had seen news of excited fans storming the field several times.

After crossing the trench, the warrior nodded at the two fellow soldiers on duty at the player entrance, then led a group of survivors inside.

It was the first time everyone had entered the player tunnel, and each person was filled with an immense sense of curiosity, reminiscent of Grandma Liu entering Grand View Garden, looking here and there, except for Tang Xiaoquan who remained unmoved.

Of course, that wasn't because he was uninterested, but he felt that compared to curiosity, it was more crucial to quickly understand the internal structure of the gymnasium.

After all, without long-term considerations, short-term concerns arise. Although the gymnasium is tall and sturdy, in the apocalypse, anything could happen.

So to be safe, it's never a bad thing to make some preparations.

At least at a critical moment, they wouldn't be completely at a loss.

And as the team continued to go deeper, the passage became increasingly dim.

This, of course, was unavoidable. After all, power had already been cut, and even though the gymnasium had emergency power supplies, maintaining regular power consumption in such a large venue was tough, not to mention the shortage of fuel.

After proceeding in the dark for about 5 meters, the warrior leading silently in front finally stopped, pointing at a lounge, and said aloud:

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