"Boss, are you really willing to sell things to us?"
At this moment, Wang Qiang asked suspiciously.
"Making money from these bastards isn't that bad. Why wouldn't I sell to you?" Xiao Feng smiled.
"Others call us merciless and say we're like bandits, but you don't know that they're truly evil. They've come from peaceful times, they're well-educated people, but you can't imagine how they treat ordinary survivors after becoming Evolvers!"
"In the shelters, most people can barely find food. They're treated as cheap labor or even lab rats for experiments."
"That's not all! One time, I saw in a shelter that they were mixing human flesh into the food!"
"That's right," Wang Qiang took a deep breath, enduring his discomfort, "If survivors can't find food, they mix the dead bodies into their meals!"
Hearing this, Xiao Feng's expression changed. Such acts were even worse than those of animals.
"You see, can these people even be called human?" Wang Qiang said angrily.
"So, every time we go to shelters to rob, we only kill the Evolvers. We never harm the ordinary survivors. After killing the Evolvers, we leave the shelter under the control of the survivors."
"Life or death, we leave it up to fate."
Hearing this, Xiao Feng couldn't help but sigh. In the post-apocalyptic world, the true nature of humanity was laid bare. These were just the tip of the iceberg, and who knew how many people were suffering under similar conditions.
However, protecting himself and his small restaurant was all Xiao Feng could do. He felt powerless to change the world.
"Enough! There are things we can't change," Xiao Feng patted Wang Qiang's shoulder.
"If the authorities still have a conscience, they will take action. These are not things we need to worry about."
"Right! What you said is absolutely correct," Wang Qiang agreed with Xiao Feng.
"In the apocalypse, it's every man for himself. Protecting oneself is the right choice!"
"By the way!"
Xiao Feng suddenly remembered something.
"Having a restaurant all by myself, the food ingredients are also a problem!"
"Ingredients?" Wang Qiang was taken aback, and he hadn't considered these issues at all.
"Yeah! When I was on my own, I used to go hunting for food by myself," Xiao Feng explained.
"Later, after contacting the people from Shelter Number 9, I entrusted them with hunting for me, and I paid them accordingly."
"Now, if your Angel Clan needs a large quantity of Braised Pigeons, the food ingredients become a big problem. People from Shelter Number 9 certainly can't procure so many mutant pigeons!"
Wang Qiang immediately burst into laughter.
"It's simple. If you need ingredients, I'll have people catch them for you!"
"Really?"
Xiao Feng's eyes lit up instantly.
"If you can catch them, I'll take as many as you can provide. The market price for mutant pigeons is a hundred units of energy per bird. How many you can catch, I'll pay you accordingly!"
"Really?"
Wang Qiang was delighted.
If it worked out this way, the Broken Arm Mountain group would have an additional source of income. Relying solely on robbery was an unstable venture.
This type of business was sporadic and came with significant risks, especially considering the rapid advancement of human evolvers and the swift improvements in shelter defenses. Some shelters were now highly alert and had advanced anti-aircraft defenses, making the Bird People wary.
Having a steady source of income was like a godsend for Wang Qiang.
"Boss, you can rest assured! Leave the mutant pigeons to us!"
Wang Qiang reassured Xiao Feng.
"If it's really going to work this way, then... here's to a pleasant partnership!"
Xiao Feng reached out to shake hands with Wang Qiang.
Afterward, Xiao Feng picked up a bottle of liquor from the shelf. It was something he had recently scavenged from a nearby store.
With Anne as their bodyguard, other zombies didn't dare to approach, so all the resources in the vicinity had become Xiao Feng's property.
He opened the bottle of liquor, and two full cups were poured.
This one cup held about three taels of liquor.
Seeing the white liquor, Wang Qiang couldn't help but drool.
After so many years in the post-apocalyptic world, they had once flown to many stores and supermarkets in search of this non-renewable resource.
But without exception, everything had already been taken by others.
Why was it considered non-renewable?
While it was easy to brew this stuff, in the apocalyptic world, where people couldn't even get enough to eat, who had the leisure to make alcohol?
Three taels of white liquor went down in one gulp, and Wang Qiang's face immediately turned red.
"Ha~" He let out a sigh, and Wang Qiang exclaimed, "That's the spirit!"
"By the way, if you're drinking and flying, does it count as drunk flying?" Xiao Feng teased.
"Haha!" The other bird people around joined in the laughter. "Haha, let's call it tipsy flying!"
Wang Qiang had already let go of his earlier reservations. After chatting with Xiao Feng, he had gained a preliminary understanding of him. Wang Qiang held deep admiration for Xiao Feng.
"Let others have a drink too!"
Having struck such a big deal, Xiao Feng was delighted. He once again picked up several bottles of liquor from the shelf and poured two taels for each person. Everyone cheered excitedly and shouted, "Boss, you're righteous!"
After another cup, due to drinking a bit heavily, Wang Qiang looked at Xiao Feng and said sincerely, "Honestly, boss, in this post-apocalyptic world, if I had met you in peacetime, I'd definitely become sworn brothers with you and call you my brother!"
"Aren't we that now?" Xiao Feng patted Wang Qiang's shoulder and said with a smile.
"Haha! If you don't mind, how about I call you 'big brother'?" Wang Qiang agreed.
...
Watching Wang Qiang leave, Xiao Feng shook his slightly tipsy head. From the current trend, it seemed that the people from Shelter One wouldn't return in the short term.
He closed the door, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.