You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

The man who entered was the only police superintendent in the building.

Xu Lin.

He had no intention of answering.

Instead, he continued to hold the muzzle of his gun firmly aimed at Zhang Ye, who was surrounded in the middle.

"Answer my question,"

"Where did you get this equipment from?"

Xu Lin's voice was very hoarse.

Along with his deep tone, it exuded a strong sense of deterrence.

But the two security guards in front of the muzzle had no intention of moving aside, and they even pushed their shields forward another half step.

Wang Hu and Du Chao were watching Xu Lin, while also glancing at Zhang Ye out of the corner of their eyes.

They were waiting for his command.

"Zhang Ye..."

Suddenly, Ai Bing's somewhat worried voice came from the side.

Although the woman didn't say it directly, Zhang Ye knew very well that she was reminding him not to be impulsive.

After all, the other party was the police superintendent of the government's Security Bureau.

And he controlled the fourth floor.

It seemed like there were already footsteps approaching.

Soon, more than a dozen men appeared behind Xu Lin.

"Found it near the development district substation,"

Zhang Ye suddenly spoke up.

After saying that, he did not continue.

The middle-aged man standing at the door clearly froze, then his expression turned to disappointment.

"The people in the station..."

Without hesitation, Zhang Ye answered directly,

"They're all dead."

"Some may have escaped,"

"All the weapons and equipment in the station were taken, only a few sets of anti-riot suits were left."

A trace of pain flickered in Xu Lin's eyes, and then he slowly lowered his gun muzzle.

"How did you get in?"

Zhang Ye did not speak, but turned his head to look at the three men with dyed hair on the ground.

The man with dyed hair instantly panicked.

"Xu... Superintendent Xu, it's not my fault!"

"It was them themselves!"

"They three wanted to go down by themselves—"

Before he could finish speaking, Xu Lin had already rushed up and kicked him in the head.

"Damn you!"

"Dare to touch my people?"

"Would they listen to you if you didn't look for them?"

He cursed as he furiously stamped on the man's head.

Again and again.

The dull thumps sounded continuously.

Not until the man completely lost consciousness did he stop.

Seeing this, the faces of the men behind Xu Lin showed an expression that wanted to intervene, but after hesitating for a long time, no one stepped forward.

Gaspering for breath, Xu Lin stepped back a few steps and pulled out a piece of paper to wipe the bloodstained bottom of his shoe.

After all this, he once again looked towards Zhang Ye.

"Sorry, I got a little impulsive just now,"

"I am Xu Lin,"

As he spoke, his gaze swept over the bodyguards in front of him, "Little brother, what should I call you?"

"Zhang Ye."

"Just call me Director Zhang."

"These are all my staff and bodyguards."

Zhang Ye grinned but the few casual phrases he uttered left Xu Lin and the others completely stunned.

Such a young man calling himself Director Zhang?

And he has bodyguards?

Does Sanjiang City have such a young boss?

Could it just be a rich second-generation showing off on an outing?

Xu Lin was the first to snap back to reality.

He had already seen clearly the rules of the present.

What you're called doesn't matter, what's important is to have strength.

As long as you have strength, even if you call yourself the Emperor of Heaven, others will obediently call you 'dad'.

Just now, these bodyguards weren't even afraid of his muzzle.

And Zhang Ye had twenty such bodyguards.

Besides him, there were two men, one tall and one short, guarding in front of him, who also looked very fierce.

This was the strength of the other party.

"What brings Director Zhang to the mall?"

Xu Lin, having figured this out, simply got straight to the point and asked about the intentions of the group before him.

At the same time, his hand had not left the gun at his waist.

Hearing this question, the several subordinates looked at Zhang Ye and the others with an added measure of vigilance in their eyes.

Truly the quality of a police supervisor.

Zhang Ye inwardly sighed.

He didn't hesitate either and directly stated his intentions.

"I need a high-powered generator."

"If you have one, or know where I can find one, you could discuss it with me—"

Before he could finish saying "make a deal," a series of heavy footsteps suddenly came from above the stairs, and then a man's voice rang out:

"Generator?"

"I've got one at my place."

A fat man walked down from above.

His face was covered in horizontal flesh, and he squinted his leopard-like eyes at Zhang Ye.

The arrogant-looking subordinates behind him chuckled coldly from time to time, their greedy eyes occasionally sweeping over the bodyguards.

The two people in the corner suddenly became excited and hurriedly shouted:

"Boss Chen!"

"Save us!"

"That stinking brat and that Mr. Xu—"

They had hardly started speaking when Wang Hu and Du Chao moved up to kick each one of them.

The pleas for help instantly turned into painful wails.

Zhang Ye's eyebrows raised, and he turned to look at Xu Lin, who was still intently staring at the man upstairs.

"Supervisor Xu."

"This fat brother here is...?"

The men upstairs immediately started cursing.

"How does this kid talk!"

"Smash his mouth in!"

"Damn, don't even recognize our boss?"

As they spoke, they were about to rush down from above, but the bodyguards squeezed at the foot of the stairs all raised their shields in unison, effectively blocking off the staircase completely.

Xu Lin's cold gaze was still fixed on the man above.

Regret occasionally flashed through his eyes.

"Didn't Huang Mao just mention their boss?"

"That's Chen Bingjiang."n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Known as Fatty Dragon.

But very few dared to call him that.

Even Xu Lin, in front of so many people, did not dare to utter those two words.

Upon hearing the words "fat brother," the flesh on Chen Bingjiang's face upstairs trembled violently, and the way he looked at Zhang Ye was as if he was about to devour him.

But then his expression quickly softened, and he actually broke into a smile.

"Hehehe."

"Is the young brother from outside?"

"If you don't mind, just call me Brother Chen."

As he spoke, he had already walked up to the two bodyguards, his gaze directly on Zhang Ye, saying:

"As for the generator you want."

"I have plenty of those, as much as you need."

"However, before that, there's another favor I'd like to ask of you, young brother."

Before Zhang Ye could reply, the man's gaze shifted, looking at Huang Mao and the other two men on the ground who had passed out.

"I want to take these three with me."

Chen Bingjiang's voice was very loud as he spoke, filled with an extremely strong sense of confidence.

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Xu Lin had yet to speak, merely watching Chen Bingjiang upstairs silently, as if suddenly he had become an outsider to the situation.

Zhang Ye glanced at the crowd upstairs, his mind recalling Huang Mao's earlier words.

Chen Bingjiang controlled nearly a hundred survivors.

Almost all of them were able-bodied men.

This was also why Zheng Youcai willingly ceded half of the fifth floor's control to join forces with Xu Lin.

Being new to the scene, it would be better for me not to be too rash.

After all, there were only twenty bodyguards.

Not two hundred.

With this thought, he glanced again at Huang Mao on the ground.

The two bodyguards by his side immediately charged up with their riot batons.

In less than half a minute, Huang Mao, who had still been faintly breathing, was now completely still, his blood spreading like a winding stream on the staircase.