The list was nothing out of the ordinary; household items, mostly, the only item of value a box of medical supplies—things like cold medicine, anti-inflammatory drugs, which might be considered precious outside, but were never in short supply within the Peace Party. This particular supply list, however, was the only one that wasn't signed.
Holding the supply list, he flicked it and set it upright in front of the quartermaster. Tang Ye looked at him with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, his demeanor like that of a demon basking in success from the depths of hell, chilling one to the bone.
"Why didn't you sign this one?"
Tang Ye's words rang out beside the quartermaster's ears. Overcome with fear, the man was at a loss for words, his mind overwhelmed with visions of being dragged out by fierce Peace Party soldiers and chopped into mincemeat to feed the zombies of the Dead Knight Corps.
