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"Okay, I respect your choice."
He stood up and said goodbye to everyone.
"I hope we'll have the chance to meet again in the future."
Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly stopped and turned his gaze to Hyuga Jun.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, Chang Wei stood at the entrance of the military camp, his eyes filled with deep doubt.
He turned to the Hyuga army, a hint of urgency in his voice:
"Secretary Hyuga, I remember you saved a family back then. I wonder where they are now?"
Hyuga Jun and his subordinates were slightly taken aback by this sudden question. Then, Hyuga Jun's eyes softened. He thought of the family that Chang Wei had brought with him and slowly began to speak:
"They're all living peaceful lives in the military camp now. I probably would have forgotten about them if you hadn't mentioned it. Should I take you to see them now?"
Chang Wei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing that they were all safe and sound. He then waved his hand, a slight smile playing on his lips.
"No need. Just tell them I tried my best, but I didn't find the person they were looking for. I hope they can understand."
412 Heading to the Survivor Base
Upon hearing this, Hyuga Jun and his subordinates' expressions turned serious, and they all nodded in understanding: "Please rest assured, we will definitely pass on the message."
Chang Wei nodded slightly, then turned and left.
"Take care of yourself!"
Hyuga Jun and the others shouted in unison. Although Chang Wei chose not to join them, they knew the strength and potential of this evolved being, and maintaining a good relationship with him was undoubtedly a wise move.
Watching Chang Wei's retreating figure, Hyuga Jun fell into deep thought. He turned to Itou Nagamasa, his voice low:
"Old Wotang, what do you think of this person?"
My patriarch frowned slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes: "This man has considerable ambition; his future is uncertain. Hopefully, he can get on the right path, otherwise..."
The two looked at each other and sighed, as if they both saw the uncertainty of the future.
"Do you think what he just said is credible?" Hyuga Jun asked again.
My patriarch shook his head: "Whether it's true or false is no longer important. What's done is done and cannot be changed."
Hyuga Jun sighed softly: "Yes, but there's something I forgot to tell him. The survivor base is in complete chaos right now, with various factions entrenched in their own power. His visit will probably stir up quite a storm."
A hint of anticipation flashed in my charioteer's eyes: "That's precisely what makes it more interesting. I'd like to see what kind of waves he can stir up in this chaos, given his strength."
The people around listened quietly to their conversation, and even the tense atmosphere between the two sides temporarily dissipated.
In this chaotic world, Chang Wei's eyes were shrouded in a mist.
Like a ship struggling in a storm, they were constantly battered by waves of zombies, cutting through thorns and brambles, but also witnessing the decline of humanity.
Those familiar little cherry blossom people, now driven by fear and despair, have become like wild beasts in the jungle, devouring the weak.
They recklessly laid traps and plots, but each plot was crushed by Chang Wei and his men with overwhelming force, and dozens of lives fell under their swords.
In this insane world, murder is no longer a chilling crime, but rather a means of survival.
People are willing to betray their relatives for survival, and even shoot deadly bullets at their former brothers for a piece of food.
Women and children struggling in despair became victims of those who fled for their lives.
All of this made Chang Wei, Satomi Ishihara, and others deeply aware of the cruelty and ruthlessness of this world.
In their hearts, their former beliefs swayed like a small boat in a storm.
However, they did not give up, but chose to continue moving forward.
Two days later, they finally arrived at a small survivor base nearby.
This city, though chaotic, is also full of vitality.
People come and go, some heading to unknown distant places, while others stay on this land for survival.
They noticed that most of the people here were fully armed and carrying firearms, clearly in preparation for any potential danger.
Many more people, however, chose to advance and retreat together as a team, supporting each other.
A massive city wall stands in front of us. Although it is not yet completed, it is enough to make people feel the city's desire for security.
At the city gate, a group of people were rigorously checking everyone entering and leaving to ensure the city's safety.
As Chang Wei and the others watched all this, a strange sense of emotion welled up in their hearts.
They knew that the road ahead was long, but as long as they remained steadfast in their beliefs and united as one, nothing could stop them from moving forward.
At the gates of the survivor base, newly arrived travelers inevitably face a severe test.
Chang Wei and his companions had just approached the city gate when they were stopped by a group of uniformed soldiers with serious expressions.
The leader was a man named Little Balala, whose eyes were cunning and seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.
He glanced at the dilapidated vehicle carrying Chang Wei and his men, a barely perceptible sneer playing on his lips, then gave a signal to the soldiers behind him…
The soldiers immediately sprang into action, beginning to inspect the items on the vehicle one by one. They appeared to be searching for necessities, but in reality, they were secretly assessing the value of these newcomers.
"Where did you survivors come from?" Little Balala stepped forward, his tone tinged with contempt.
Upon seeing this, Shadow immediately stepped forward and replied in a deep voice, "This is our first time here. We heard that the survivor base is accepting survivors, so we came here to seek refuge."
His words conveyed determination, but also betrayed his inner unease.
They were extremely careful on this trip, fearing that their identities as evolved beings would be exposed.
Little Balala nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over Shadow and the others before finally settling on the excited Satomi Ishihara.
He noticed that there were quite a few young women in the group, and a glint of greed flashed in his eyes.
But he quickly concealed his emotions and said coldly, "You may bring your personal belongings in, but firearms, weapons, and vehicles must be handed over. As compensation, we will give you food stamps of equivalent value."
Upon hearing this, Shadow and the others couldn't help but frown.
They knew full well what these weapons meant to them, but in this situation, they had no other choice.
Satomi Ishihara, however, paid no attention to 3.4. She looked at the survivor base in front of her, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
She couldn't wait to integrate into this new world and start a new life.
However, the little guava didn't give them much time to think.
He handed over a stack of forms, which detailed each person's identity information, age, education, and special skills.
He coldly ordered, "Fill out the forms and line up to register! We will temporarily confiscate your firearms, but we will give you the corresponding food stamps as compensation."
Although Chang Wei and the others were suspicious, he had a large amount of weaponry stored in his spatial ring, so he wasn't afraid of that.
So they followed Little Guava's instructions.
413 Crazy Slap in the Face to a Clown
Seeing that the group of outsiders were cooperating, Xiao Balala and his friends immediately became more and more demanding.
They began ordering them to hand over their personal weapons.
This immediately drew angry stares from everyone.
In the deep darkness of the night, the guns in Chang Wei and the others' hands seemed to be their only faith.
In particular, the Desert Eagle in Sato's hands, which had been meticulously modified, was so powerful that it was astonishing.
This gun was a weapon they had carefully selected, a weapon upon which they placed countless hopes. Handing it over would undoubtedly be a huge weakening of their strength.
"We will never hand over these weapons."
Shadow's voice was firm and cold. He skillfully avoided the other party's gaze. Although they did not want to reveal their identities too early, they would not hesitate to teach the other party a lesson if the other party went too far.
Little Guava looked at them, his face full of disdain: "Not going to hand it over? Who do you think you are? Evolvers?"
His words were full of sarcasm: "This is not a place for you to act tough. Even if you're a dragon, you have to coil up; even if you're a tiger, you have to lie low!"
At this moment, Little Balala's men unloaded piles of supplies from Chang Wei's car—cigarettes, snacks, food, and even some jewelry and gold.
The soldiers greedily stuffed the items into their pockets, each of them bulging like a small mountain.
"Those are our things!" the survivors brought by Chang Wei shouted angrily, pointing at the looted property, their eyes filled with anger and resentment.
"Yours?" Little Guava sneered, completely ignoring their protests. "These are mine now. Don't worry, I'll leave you some soup later."
His words were full of arrogance and complacency, as if he had already foreseen his victory.
Completely unaware, offending Chang Wei and his group had already cast a death omen upon them!
In this chaotic world, Little Guava, like a cunning fox, went through countless hardships before finally finding this seemingly lucrative job.
He had thought he was just encountering some ordinary passersby, but to his surprise, the group of people in front of him were dressed in fine clothes, had ruddy complexions, and carried piles of supplies, clearly indicating that they were either rich or noble.
This gave him a sudden inspiration, and the flame of greed within him was instantly ignited.
"Give me all those guns!" Little Balala stared at the weapons in their hands, his eyes gleaming with greed.
His eyes were sharp as an eagle's, and he immediately recognized the extraordinary nature of these firearms, which fueled his growing greed.
Seeing this, Satomi Ishihara angrily shouted, "Isn't anyone going to do anything about what you're doing?"