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

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Women in the Wanhao District usually fall into one of two categories.

They are either prostitutes or playthings for men with some power and status.

Either way, they are seen as having an extremely low status, especially in the eyes of the male survivors who struggle on the edge of hunger and death, they feel an unspeakable envy and contempt.

They envy these women for being able to use their bodies to obtain resources, yet they hold great disdain and scorn in their hearts.

This almost paranoid view has long been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

Hidden in the bottom of everyone's heart.

Therefore, when this man uttered these obviously teasing words, instead of trying to dissuade him, the others became even more interested and amused.

After all, from the outward appearance of this woman, she clearly was not someone who lacked food or clothing.

While her figure was slender, it wasn't weak.

Her skin looked very full.

She must be doing well.

But why should a woman like her live so well?

Compared to her, the men present were like cockroaches scurrying out of a garbage heap, disgustingly filthy, with a stench of long-term immersion in trash.

This envy quickly gave rise to a desire and impulse in many.

Or perhaps it was just the thrill that caused it.

Craving to tear the woman's clothes, to smear her clean face with various excrement, defile her, to let her also feel the hardships of life.

But this impulse was ultimately suppressed by the indifferent and tough-looking guards outside.

Even the man who spoke only did so with his mouth.

His body remained motionless.

Much more honest than his eyes.

The woman was originally walking ahead, thinking they were just curious and asking her about the rules here when she heard their words.

She then stopped and turned around, saying,

"You should know where you are, right?"

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"This is the company..."

She had just begun speaking when her eyes already discerned the desire and dissatisfaction in the men's eyes, and her previously gentle expression immediately turned cold.

"According to the company's regulations, those who violate the rules and steal within the base,"

"will be punished according to the value of the stolen goods."

"Minor offenders will be sentenced to labor re-education."

"Serious offenders will have their hands cut off."

"Or be dragged to the square in front of headquarters to be hanged and displayed."

Suddenly, the crowd in front of her quieted down.

Shock and incredulity were written in everyone's eyes.

They didn't know what labor re-education meant, but almost all had heard of chopping off hands or even hanging, which sounded even more brutal than the Wanhao District.

Li Wanhao was a man who valued his reputation.

Having regarded himself as the district chief and draped his subordinates in the guise of the government, he still followed the former Shen Zhou's government practices in certain things.

The ostensible laws of the entire Wanhao District were basically the same as before.

Thefts were usually punished by imprisonment.

For serious crimes, capital punishment was administered directly.

Of course, these were still just the official rules.

In reality, those criminals who ended up in the guard bureau's cells were often used as slaves by the police chiefs, either sold to factories or farms or dragged to places requiring hard labor to be worked half to death.

But they hadn't expected that the company, which had shown such humanitarian care along the way, had set such blunt and harsh rules?

After the woman finished speaking, she looked at them with cold eyes,

seemingly with a trace of mockery.

Looking at her facial expression, it seemed as if she were saying, if you don't believe it, you are welcome to try.

The result, of course, was that no one dared to take the risk.

All of them sullenly lowered their heads.

Seeing this, Liang Zhijie quickly stepped forward to smooth things over, saying, "Beautiful lady, they were just asking out of curiosity, nothing more."

"They are just people who can't even get enough to eat, haha."

"How could they dare to harbor any other thoughts?"

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The group, upon hearing these words, looked at him with added gratitude, and then all of them turned to the woman with faces eager to please, signaling that they had no ulterior motives.

The woman, called Xiao Li, finally relaxed a bit and turned her head to look at the elevator ahead:@@novelbin@@

"Everyone get in."

"Your rooms are all on the fourth floor."

"Once you get to the fourth floor, someone else will be responsible for meeting you; just follow them."

Ding—

The elevator promptly opened.

About a dozen people scrambled noisily inside.

In the end, under the direction of Liang Zhijie and Huang Zitao, they split into two groups to go upstairs, which quieted down the commotion in the hallway somewhat.

When Liang Zhijie finally stepped out of the elevator, the first group that had gone up had already disappeared.

There were seven people who followed him up in total.

All of them looked puzzled.

Where were the promised people?

Just as they were craning their necks, trying to take in their surroundings, a tall man in a dark shirt approached from the corridor on the right.

At first glance, the man seemed unremarkable, but on closer inspection, something was strange.

He was wearing a mask on his face.

It resembled a smiling face.

The pitch-black eye holes looked somewhat sinister.

Before the crowd could get a clear look at the eyes behind the mask, the man had already approached them and then uttered a few words from his throat: "Follow me."

The voice was rough and deep; rather than speaking, it sounded more like a rumbling growl.

Many immediately got goosebumps.

It really didn't sound pleasant.

But since the man had spoken, it indicated that he was the person the receptionist had mentioned would meet them, so, without much hesitation, they all followed him.

The man had come from the corridor on the right yet led them straight into the one on the left.

However, they stopped after only a few steps in front of a room.

The sound that resembled scraping glass rose again.

"Go in."

Liang Zhijie, who was following behind, paused for a moment, then quickly understood the implication and gave the person behind him a look.

The person behind him also appeared startled but quickly showed a trace of joy.

The first room is mine?

Is there really a big bed to sleep in?

He attempted to step forward, pushed the door, and the room's door swung open instantly.

"Hahaha!"

"Then I'll go in first!"

Upon seeing the big bed inside, the person could no longer contain their excitement and, after speaking, twisted their body to enter and closed the door behind them.

From behind the door panel, excited shouting and banging soon emerged.

They were probably frolicking on the bed.

Seeing this, the others naturally became eager, and soon all of them, under the direction of the masked man, entered the rooms along the left side one by one.

When it was Liang Zhijie's turn, he was the last one left.

"It's your turn."

The masked man said, looking at him.

His expressions were hidden behind the mask, yet the gaze peering through the two holes always carried an indefinable chill.

Such a gaze upon Liang Zhijie always made his scalp tingle.

It was a familiar sensation, as if being targeted by something.

But he just couldn't recall what it was.

As the door slowly closed, the eerie mask also disappeared in the crack, followed by unhurried footsteps gradually receding.

The crowd hidden behind the door finally let out a sigh of relief.

That strange person was finally gone.