The tattooed man exchanged the items with Chuzheng half-believing and half-doubting, and when the Crystal Core was in hand, they still found it somewhat incredible.
Had they encountered a fool?
So the tattooed man invited the fool to their team base.
In the town square, with roads extending in all directions, setting up camp here meant that if they encountered zombies, they wouldn't be trapped.
The team consisted of around a hundred people, each one tattooed, burly, and seemingly having a slogan behind them saying, 'I'm a societal figure, don't mess with me or the consequences will be dire.'
The tattooed man let Chuzheng rest on the outskirts of the team's site and then, with a low snicker, took some people with him further inside.
"Will they turn on us?" Brother Bao asked, a bit worried. They had produced so many Crystal Cores—if the others suspected they had more, what would they do? Simply rob them?
"They won't," Chuzheng stated with certainty.
"Why not?"
