Vikram was just thinking whether the other party would preach about righteousness or morality, asking him to hand over supplies for free or something.

The next second, Kashif Ali’s reply made his eyes flash.

[Kashif Ali: I know Brother Vikram has a lot of supplies in your Shelter, and I won’t fool you with useless materials.]

[Kashif Ali: For ten boxes of painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs, how about I give you two sheep?]

Vikram stared at Kashif Ali’s reply, rubbing his forehead in thought.

Divya Anjali, Sophia and Luna, who had finished lunch, sat down beside him.

Taking advantage of a lull in Vikram’s conversation, she gently took his arm and placed it against her ample chest.

She gazed intently at Vikram, who was deep in thought, her eyes filled with sweetness.

Even though Vikram had been too aggressive in his first battle last night, causing her to repeatedly fall back and still walk with difficulty, it didn’t stop her from cuddling with him.

Vikram, interrupted, naturally couldn’t let this little vixen get away with disturbing his work, and he gave her a taste of her own medicine.

Two minutes later, with saliva trailing from their mouths, the two slowly separated.

Watching them cuddle, they looked exactly like a couple deeply in love.

Anjali, who had witnessed everything from the side, gritted her teeth, almost grinding her molars to dust, but she was too aggrieved to make a sound.

Finally, she pretended to accidentally bump into the table, making a loud noise, and the two returned to normal.

"I’ll deal with you all tonight; for now, help me inventory the medicine we collected last time," Vikram said softly, gently rubbing Divya’s rosy, tender cheek.

Hearing this, Divya nodded, "You go ahead; I’ll go inventory the medicine." With that, she limped away, escaping Vikram’s clutches.

Kashif Ali, seeing Vikram hadn’t responded for so long, thought he was unsatisfied with his reply and sent several more messages.

[Kashif Ali: If Little Brother Vikram doesn’t have that much of these two types of medicine, other medicines can be used as trade.]

[Kashif Ali: Or if Little Brother Vikram has any supplies he wants, feel free to mention them; if the Shelter has them, I’ll try to apply for them.]

[Kashif Ali: If you’re not satisfied with the price... we can also negotiate a bit.]

Vikram could tell that the other party was indeed in urgent need of medical resources; otherwise, why would he be so anxious?

He now really wanted to know what kind of zombie attack could have caused such severe damage to an Official Shelter.

The fact that the other party had normal wild animals was already very surprising to Vikram.

It proved that this Official Shelter was not as bad as he had initially imagined.

Even before the Black Fog began, these creatures had disappeared.

The fact that they still had them could only mean that nearly two months ago, when other Survivors were still hunting these animals, they had already started breeding them.

This was something Vikram couldn’t compare to at all.

And being able to raise these animals until now at least proved that the Official Shelter was not short on food.

After all, if they couldn’t even feed people, how could they waste resources on livestock?

For a force with such capabilities to be severely damaged by zombies already indicated many problems.

Vikram thought for a moment, too lazy to type out each word, and directly sent a voice message.

"Boss Kashif, I have no problem with your quote; I should be able to afford these medicines on my end, barring any unforeseen circumstances."

"In fact, if you can provide more livestock, I can even offer better medical supplies; the trade is absolutely fine."

Regarding the quote, Vikram didn’t plan to haggle further.

Any clear-headed person could see that if he traded for these two live sheep, Vikram would definitely profit.

That’s right, Vikram had already asked, and they were live sheep, not mutton.

Vikram’s Territory also had a sheep previously, still kept in the lower livestock area, fed with feed obtained from the market earlier.

If the sheep obtained from the Official Shelter could be paired, the livestock area could slowly develop in the future, and they could enjoy fresh mutton.

Compared to the twenty boxes of medicine Kashif Ali wanted, it was nothing; if he haggled further, it would be akin to taking advantage of their misfortune.

"Really?"

"Little Brother, do you also have supplies like hemostatic clamps and bandages?"

Seeing Vikram agree to the trade, Kashif Ali was first delighted, and his admiration for this Survivor, who had never joined any major faction, grew a little more.

Then, hearing that Vikram also had more medical supplies, the light in his eyes intensified.

What good could ordinary medicines do in battle against zombies? Those scratched and bitten by zombie claws had already died.

They were now trying to save members who had been severely wounded by Epic-level Zombies using weapons.

Painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs were merely for injured members to get simple treatment and get back into the fight.

If Vikram could truly provide medical supplies like bandages or first-aid kits for this, that would genuinely help with healing.

"Mm, pretty much." Vikram nodded.

"But... Boss Kashif, I’m a bit curious, what kind of zombie could have caused such severe casualties among your members?" While agreeing to the trade, Vikram didn’t forget to try and glean some information from the other party.

At these words, the other party didn’t reply immediately this time.

Clearly, he was hesitant about whether to tell the truth.

After all, no matter what, they were an Official Shelter, and revealing too much clearly didn’t conform to the rules.

But now, when it came to medicine, they were truly desperate, even offering supplies, but no one could trade with them.

Now that he had found a seller, and someone he knew, he dared not hesitate further.

Sighing, Kashif Ali quickly replied, "Little Brother Vikram, you and I have known each other for a while and are quite familiar; I won’t hide it from you, but I hope you won’t spread this around today."

"Although our Shelter here is an Official Shelter, it’s merely a regional Official Shelter."

"There’s a significant gap between us and the Official Shelter headquarters in the Wasteland."

"Some days ago, due to internal decision-making errors, we provoked two Legendary Zombies."

Hearing this, Vikram became a little shocked.

"Two Legendary-levels?" Automatically ignoring the matter of the Official Shelter’s headquarters, Vikram repeated the other party’s words.

"No wonder."

He immediately understood why the Official Shelter was now being punished by two Legendary-level.

Kashif Ali continued, "Many members in the Shelter are still resisting the zombie horde’s attack, and casualties are still increasing."

"If Brother Vikram is willing to trade medicine, I, Kashif, can take the liberty of granting Little Brother Vikram an Official Shelter pass and a trading permit."

"Afterward, if Brother wants to come to the Official Shelter to trade or visit, it’s no problem at all; the Shelter’s gates are always open for you."

Kashif Ali knew that Vikram’s thinking leaned more towards that of a small, isolated individual.

But he could also see that Vikram, as a lone wolf Survivor, was indeed exceptionally capable.

This was why he had harbored thoughts of recruiting him early on.

At this moment, he dared to reveal most of the Official Shelter’s situation and offered these benefits, mainly to try and secure a good relationship with Vikram as much as possible.

Kashif Ali gave Vikram a lot of face to trade some medicine for him.

Vikram knew that Kashif Ali’s talk of ’pass permits’ and ’trade permits’ sounded impressive, but they were actually just empty boasts.

When there was a real need, where did one need such permits?

Just like now, Vikram had medicine in his hands, and even without saying much, he still got a lot of benefits.

All the pleasantries were based on Vikram having a lot of things in his hands and decent strength.

However, Kashif Ali’s attitude and the sufficiently tempting supplies he offered left Vikram with no complaints.

"Alright, Boss Kashif, thank you for your trust. I will keep your secret."

"So, when will our trade begin?" Vikram’s medicine could be sold through the daily quota of the trading market.

But the live animals the other party promised Vikram couldn’t be handled that way.

Even if Vikram didn’t think the other party would go back on his word, he wouldn’t directly give the medicine to the other party first.

An in-person transaction, hand-over of goods for hand-over of payment, was essential.

Kashif Ali obviously knew this and quickly gave a reply.

"If it’s convenient, Little Brother Vikram, how about today?"

"We are indeed quite urgent. If it’s convenient, Little Brother Vikram can decide the location."

"This afternoon?"

"Quite urgent, aren’t they?" Vikram mumbled to himself and glanced at the time.

It was around two o’clock in the afternoon.

He walked out of the territory and scanned the external environment.

The Black Fog disaster had ended, and most of the gloom outside had dissipated.

Sunlight could also penetrate the faint mist and shine on the Wasteland.

The Zombies were still holed up in their nests, refusing to show themselves. Given this situation, there really wasn’t any problem.

After several discussions, although the other party had given Vikram the coordinates of the Official Shelter, Vikram ultimately set the trading location at the Savage Wolf Shelter.

He had his own considerations.

He neither wanted to expose his territory’s location and have the other party come to him for the trade, nor did he want to venture into someone else’s Shelter alone.

Divya, who had finished inventorying the medicine, returned from the cornerstone to the living room and sat down beside Vikram.

Vikram put his arm around her fragrant shoulder and said, "How is it? How much medicine do we specifically have in our shelter?"

Divya didn’t speak, directly handing him the list.

Vikram glanced at it; various painkillers, anti-inflammatory drugs, or povidone-iodine, alcohol, and a bunch of unrecognizable medicines basically all had six to seven hundred boxes/bottles or more.

Adding them up, there were nearly a thousand boxes.

However, medical supplies like bandages only had about a hundred sets each.

He briefly organized the members of the Shelter, telling Divya and Anjali to bring the necessary medical supplies.

Vikram hurriedly rushed outside...

Within the perimeter wall, the few people inside the territory stood together.

Vikram had already summoned both vehicles from his backpack.

"Boss, what’s this for? Are we going on a long trip? Why did you bring out both vehicles?" Ron stood beside Vikram, scratching his head in confusion.

"This outing is for an in-person trade. One car is for carrying supplies."

Live animals like sheep could be stored in space, but he didn’t want to show others, so the RV and Armored Vehicle for transporting goods had to be driven.

Vikram sat in the back of the off-road vehicle with Divya, Sophia and Anjali.

While Phanty was driving it, Stormy was sitting beside him, and the RV was handed to Percy to operate.

Only 20% of the black fog remained, and the light was now strong enough to penetrate the mist.

Leaning out of the car window for the first time in a while, Vikram bathed in the sunlight, and a question arose in his mind.

"Speaking of which, I killed Snape’s son. It’s been so long, why hasn’t that fool come to attack our shelter yet?"

Given his nature of having no shortage of people under him, even if he didn’t directly launch an attack, he shouldn’t be this quiet.

"Haha, Brother Vikram, I think you killed Snape’s turtle son, and that old bastard got scared silly, not daring to provoke us anymore."

"Now, let alone making a move, he’s probably afraid that you, Boss, will go attack him."

Compared to Ron’s somewhat overconfident idea, Harry shook his head after hearing it.

"Boss, based on my understanding of them, they are definitely brewing some bad scheme these days."

"The guard strength of the Shelter still needs to be reinforced a bit."

"After all, they might not be able to breach our walls, but they could find a way?"

Vikram nodded. Snape’s exasperated look didn’t suggest he was someone who would give up easily.