Suddenly!

Just then, a gasp of surprise abruptly echoed from the crowd outside the Shelter.

"Look, it seems like another group of people has arrived."

"People arriving isn’t unusual, is it? Several groups have come already, what’s there to be so surprised about?"

"Exactly, Director Lilith is hosting such a grand auction, shouldn’t more people come?"

The speaker shifted their gaze to the direction the Survivor was pointing, and the teasing words they were about to say died on their lips.

All that remained was a dazed look and a mouth that had opened in shock at the sight before them, forgotten to close.

"This... what faction is this again, where everyone has a vehicle?"

At this moment, Director Lilith also recovered, raising an eyebrow as she followed everyone’s gaze.

She saw a team of seven people slowly approaching on the snowy ground about a hundred meters away.

Their number was unremarkable, but the vehicles they were riding were rare.

Upon closer inspection, it was not difficult to find that the seven people were riding three motorcycles and four electric scooters.

In fact, there were people in the crowd who also had vehicles.

However, at this stage, most of what was obtained at resource points were bicycles.

There were exceptions where electric bikes were collected, but like other electronics, their internal electronic components were damaged and unusable.

So, even just having a bicycle was enough to make one conspicuous and enviable in the crowd.

It was clear how astonished everyone’s expressions were when a team suddenly arrived on motorcycles.

And that team did not disappoint; as soon as they dismounted their respective vehicles, they struck a swaggering pose.

"Go, go, go, everyone move aside, clear the path, haven’t you seen the formation of our Ghost Shelter?"

"If you crowd again, don’t blame us for running you weaklings over with a motorcycle."

As the recent team entered, the crowd indeed cleared a path.

Looking around, the members of this team mostly had the appearance of thugs and ruffians.

Their actions matched their appearance, showing no courtesy whatsoever.

If anyone was in their way, they would be unhesitatingly kicked aside by one of them.

This behavior naturally drew countless glares, "Tsk, driving a few electric scooters and you’re already so arrogant. If you drove proper cars, you ’cool guys’ would probably be flying to the heavens."

"No wonder they’re called Ghost Shelter, turns out it’s the ’Ghost Fire’ of Ghost Fire Youths, I’m dying of laughter."

These people were not good-tempered to begin with, and these jeers and taunts fell into the ears of the Ghost Shelter members without missing a word.

The few of them had no concept of forbearance; they immediately pulled out weapons from their bags, ready to physically ’educate’ those who were gossiping behind their backs.

However, before they could even make a move, two more factions surged from the distant snow-covered surface.

The Survivors present were among the fittest in the Wasteland, and they were very sensitive to any disturbance nearby.

In an instant, everyone’s attention was drawn again.

"Wow, this commotion is too big, even that group on electric scooters didn’t make this much noise."

"Could it be...?"

Straining their eyes, sure enough, they spotted distant teams in the eastern and southern directions.

With just a glance, most Survivors’ pupils constricted, and their mouths twitched uncontrollably in unison...

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the first to arrive among the two groups was a hatchback sedan.

When the person inside slowly pushed open the car door and stepped out, everyone present finally saw that confident yet somewhat unfamiliar face.

"Who is this? Such a grand entrance, how come I’ve never seen him before?"

"Who cares who he is? Those guys driving the Ghost Shelter vehicles might have been lucky, but anyone who can drive a four-wheeled vehicle now is definitely not an ordinary person."

To be honest, most of them were already considered exceptional in their small areas.

Originally, when they were invited to the Crimson Desire Shelter’s auction, each of them was filled with ambition.

The famous Crimson Desire Shelter personally inviting them was enough to prove their strength was recognized.

However, upon arriving here, they truly discovered that there were countless people whose strength was comparable to or even surpassed theirs.

Other supplies could be attributed to luck, but a four-wheeled vehicle was almost solid proof of having wiped out an Epic-level Zombie nest.

This group of people had their own networks and naturally knew about the Zombie nests, but with their current physiques, even exploring one was a challenge.

Let alone completely destroying the Zombies inside.

Looking at the silver-white sedan that drove up, the crowd immediately began to discuss, pointing at the vehicle and the person who got out.

The gazes cast upon them, besides envy, held more jealousy and concealed greed.

"I’m so envious! If I could also drive a vehicle like that in the Wasteland, I can’t even imagine how cheerful I’d be."

"Later, should we go up and say hello to the person in the car?"

"If the other party is a big boss, it’s a good chance for us to get acquainted. But if it’s just an unknown Survivor..."

This Survivor raised his eyebrows, trailing off halfway through his sentence.

However, anyone could see his intentions from the greed on his face.

In fact, it wasn’t just the speaker who had this thought; everyone else present was thinking the same thing.

In the Wasteland, if your strength and the resources you possess don’t match, you’re a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

This is no longer a harmonious society; when you’re devoured, not only will you not receive help, but the scent of blood will only attract more predators.

These overlords of small regions had all climbed up through such struggles, and they held this principle as sacred.

Each of them thought faster than anyone else, afraid they wouldn’t get a share when it came time to divide the spoils.

Just as they were secretly plotting, a survivor nearby, who had witnessed their plan, spoke up, "Heh heh, a bunch of fools."

"You country bumpkins don’t even know who that person is, and you’re still thinking of pulling a fast one?"

"I think you’d better not go and make a fool of yourselves. Losing face is a small matter; losing your life is the real concern."

Upon hearing this, several people frowned and glared at the speaker, "We’re country bumpkins? Then tell us, who is the person who got out of the car?"

"I refuse to believe that with so many of us not recognizing him, you would!"

Although their tone was angry, they genuinely didn’t step forward.

The few people wanted to seize the other party’s vehicle, but they weren’t fools.

Since someone said such a thing, it was better to test the waters first.

The slightly fat man who spoke earlier clearly saw their thoughts, snorted, but still spoke, "I’ll just say one name."

"Green Wind Shelter."

As soon as these words were uttered, several Survivors immediately gasped in surprise.

"What?"

"You mean, the person who got out of this car is the Director of the Green Wind Shelter?"

The slightly fat man nodded.

"No wonder he can drive a vehicle like this. I was wondering why a Survivor like him wouldn’t be recognized. So he’s the Director of the Green Wind Shelter, that makes sense."

At this moment, the several Survivors who had just been secretly plotting to get their hands on the sedan immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

Although they didn’t know what Snape looked like, everyone present had heard of the Green Wind Shelter’s reputation.

They were not on the same level as these Survivors.

These people were at most overlords of small regions, but within the Green Wind Shelter’s controlled territory, there were countless overlords like them.

All of them were eventually subdued by Snape; those who dared to resist had long since died.

After learning this news, almost no Survivor in the crowd dared to step forward. Snape and his subordinates, who were packed in his car, didn’t even need to drive people away.

The crowd voluntarily made a path for him.

However, not everyone had such foresight.

The people from Ghost Shelter had been riding high, and suddenly someone appeared who overshadowed their presence. These Survivors, who were hooligans on Earth, couldn’t tolerate it.

The seven of them swept a disdainful glance over Snape and his entourage, then immediately walked towards the other party.

Rather than walking, it was more like charging, because anyone with eyes could see that as they approached, their muscles bulged, seemingly intending to deliberately crash into Snape and knock him flying.

"Like to play dumb?"

"I’m going to see how strong you really are."

That’s what the leader of Ghost Shelter thought.

But as he truly got close, he was startled to find that, at some point, a cold object was pressed against his forehead.

The Survivors watching nearby, seeing what was on his head, all gasped.

"Hiss!" He shifted his gaze upwards and clearly saw the dark gun barrel.

"Get lost. If you come any closer, don’t blame me for blowing your brains out, you piece of trash."

Hearing the voice of the man in front of him, who was pointing a gun at his forehead, the leader of Ghost Shelter dared not utter another word.

He raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Don’t... don’t shoot. I’ll leave immediately, I’ll leave immediately."

After speaking, he didn’t dare to linger, turning and disappearing into the crowd without looking back.

With their leader gone, his subordinates naturally fled in disarray.

Lilith watched this scene, a cold expression uncontrollably surfacing in her eyes.

These Survivor factions were too powerful; completely controlling them was clearly not very possible.

Fortunately, the other party also gave her face and didn’t open fire in public, otherwise, today’s auction might have turned into a massacre.

Nodding at Snape, who smiled at her, Lilith breathed a sigh of relief and shifted her gaze to the other side.

Compared to the Green Wind Shelter’s sedan, the vehicles arriving from the south were even more eye-catching.

Especially the uniform clothing worn by the figures in those vehicles, which made people’s breathing hitch.

Looking at the figures in the distance, Lilith’s face was filled with disbelief.

"I just casually sent an invitation, and they actually came?"

For a moment, she didn’t know whether to be happy or helpless.

After all, her shelter was, to be honest, just a pleasure establishment, which clearly didn’t fit the situation of the newcomers, and she wondered if there would be any consequences.

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I hope you guys liking this arc, it was a little different from ruin arc.