In Lin Weihao's last life, there was a small base in near the border of the Jade City, inside the industrial zones where the logistics hubs and storage facilities gathered.
After driving around for half an hour, they found it—a repurposed factory warehouse surrounded by makeshift barricades of rusted shipping containers and welded steel sheets.
Inside, survivors huddled in small groups, they as they looked at each other.
"Entrance fee for every person is 4 kilograms of food or 4 Liters of water!"
"That's a rip off!" Feng Ran was shocked. It was robbery in broad daylight!
The guard sneered before saying mockingly, "Oh, it's a poor ghost." He had the impression that they were rich based on their clothes, but he had guessed wrong.
"I'm not forcing you to pay. If you don't have supplies, you can rent a tent and stay outside."