"Enough! Qiang! That's enough!" Seeing the short man beaten to within an inch of his life, Old Lin quickly stepped forward to pull the enraged Wang Qiang away.

After all, if the beating continued, the short man would be left half-dead, if not killed.

This was undoubtedly something Old Lin was unwilling to see at this stage. Of course, this wasn't because Old Lin was merciful or had a soft heart. On the contrary, he despised scum like the short man to the bone, wishing he could deal with them himself.

But, at the end of the day, the other party was still a person. Since he was a human, it wasn't right for their group of humans to decide his life or death based solely on personal vendettas.

Moreover, they were currently in such a large base, not to mention someone like Xu Renjie, the leader of the troops, was in charge. Even if those outside spectators saw this, it would have quite a negative impact on their future.

After all, no one would want to stay with a group of murderers, executioners, even if their reason for killing was justice.

After wrapping up a bit of the aftermath, Old Lin and a group of survivors came out of the tent grandly.

Old Zhao was supporting Wei Yang, Wang Qiang was holding Tang Xiaoquan, with all of them stained with a bit of blood, more or less.

Especially Wang Qiang, with those bloodshot eyes, just looking at him made people feel a chill down their spine.

The other survivors also carried the same murderous aura. As soon as they walked out of the tent, the onlooking crowd on either side voluntarily made way, and each face wore an unmistakable expression of awe and dread.

It's no wonder the public had such expressions. You should know that the short man and his gang had been bullying and playing tyrant in the base not just for days. To be blunt, the vast majority of the people here had suffered humiliation at their hands to some degree. Female citizens, in particular, had been victimized by them quite often. So, for them, the hatred and animosity towards the short man's gang were no less than towards Lin Junfu and his people today.

Upon seeing the short man's group beaten up, the people finally let out a long-held breath of anger.

Nevertheless, due to the terrifying forces backing the short man, the people didn't dare to celebrate, or even muster the courage to step forward and thank them.

It really was a sad aspect of human nature! But this was precisely the most authentic reflection of the weak in the apocalypse.

Because in their view, in the apocalypse, as long as they could survive, "dignity, status, shame" no longer mattered.

Without paying attention to the "admiration" of the crowd, Old Lin called everyone to return to the tent quickly, as such a large-scale fight was sure to attract the attention of the base authorities.

And as "newcomers" to the base, the survivors still weren't clear about the "rules" here. To avoid further "trouble," returning to the tent to lay low was undoubtedly the wisest move at the moment.

On the other hand, Lin Junfu also intended to use the brief respite of laying low to quickly figure out the entire event's ins and outs, so that he could respond correctly at the "critical moment."

Upon entering the tent, Yan Hua and his wife, who had been waiting anxiously for a long time, immediately greeted them with concern.

However, their "ardent" move was not entirely out of real "concern." They were worried about the consequences of the survivors' conflict with the short man's gang.

After all, having lived here for so long, Yan Hua and his wife understood better than anyone the consequences of offending the short man's gang. So, their urgent desire to know the outcome was quite reasonable.

Old Lin had no time to deal with the crowd's "concern," he found a seat close to Wei Yang, then got straight to the point and asked, "Xiao Wei, if it's convenient, can you tell me what happened today?"

Upon finishing, Old Lin felt a bit guilty, after all, no matter how you say it, this matter also concerned the girl's reputation and face. Asking her to recount the incident of being "assaulted" in front of so many people felt a bit inappropriate.

Sure enough, after hearing Old Lin's question, Wei Yang's already haggard face looked even worse, but she still gathered her spirits and detailed the events of that morning to Old Lin and the others.

It turned out that early in the morning, Wei Yang had taken Fangfang to the base's distribution office to receive the daily supply provisions. While waiting in line, the short man forcibly cut in line behind her, then began speaking obscenities with his companions about Wei Yang's body, even becoming handsy as their conversation grew lively.

In response, Wei Yang naturally protested stringently. After that, the short man and his group did not continue their arrogance, probably due to the nearby patrolling soldiers.

At this point, Wei Yang thought it could be over, but who would have thought, these beasts kept trailing behind her.

Only when she had collected her supplies and was on her way back to the tent, did they suddenly jump out to block her way.

As for what happened next, it was all the usual despicable tactics used by hooligans. After hearing everything Wei Yang described, Old Zhao couldn't help but angrily slap his thigh and exclaimed, "What a bunch of animals!!"

Thinking of his daughter, imagining that she might be suffering a similar assault somewhere, a nameless fire of anger surged in Zhao Yunhai's heart.

"Exactly! Those scumbags should be fed to the zombies, damn it, it's unfathomable why the base keeps them around, it's such a waste of food!" Wang Qiang's anger hadn't subsided yet. Hearing Old Zhao's words rekindled it instantly.

Seeing the survivors so impassioned, Yan Hua couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head. His subtle action did not escape Old Lin's eyes, and the latter immediately asked, "Hey, Brother Yan, you've been here for so long, do you know the backgrounds of those bastards?"

He instinctively glanced at his wife, truth be told, Yan Hua didn't want to get involved in the conflict between the survivors and the short man's group, because he was very aware of their means. He knew that as long as he was even a little bit associated with the survivors, he'd inevitably face "retaliatory" attacks.

However, now that today's event had happened, he couldn't dissociate himself even if he wanted to.

So, whether he considered himself as grasshoppers tied to the same string or was thinking for the safety of his wife and kids, Yan Hua could only stick his neck out and side with these people in front of him.

Although he knew the odds of winning weren't great, having more people was ultimately better, at least when the conflict really happened, he could have a bit more strength to protect his wife and children.

Having thought it through, Yan Hua steeled his heart, pressed his lips together, and then spoke...

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