070 New Information, A Superstar?

“Join Xue Feng’s base? They already saved our lives, that’s more than enough. Are we supposed to go there and waste their resources?” Liu Jun forced a bitter smile. He knew well enough that in the apocalypse, more people didn’t necessarily mean better chances. He already had his own plans. First, he would clear out the zombies nearby and expand their safe zone—it would take more than just one food street to survive. He also planned to get a few modified vehicles for patrols and exploring new areas. If they ever faced a deadly threat, they could use them for a quick escape.

“Liu Jun… if your sister goes to Xue Feng’s place, what if…” Another person hesitated, trailing off. The words weren’t finished, but the meaning was clear to everyone. Just looking at the two women clinging to Xue Feng, fawning all over him, made it obvious. Xue Feng never showed mercy to beautiful women.

“A sister will have to find a man sooner or later,” Liu Jun said flatly. He understood, but the world had changed. Following a powerful man was a good thing now.

…

Xue Feng didn’t return to the shelter immediately, but instead went to the base the turkey-headed man had mentioned. It was a reinforced three-story building, surrounded by iron fences meant to keep out zombies. But just as the turkey-head had said, when Xue Feng’s armored vehicle crashed through the fence, the people inside slept soundly, undisturbed by the noise. Xue Feng didn’t hesitate—he set the whole building on fire. They were just a bunch of scum. The turkey-head had likely used such methods to kill countless survivors before. Now he was just getting what he deserved.

After finishing, Xue Feng drove back to the base. Night had already fallen. The apocalypse was even more dangerous at night—the city, stripped of electricity, was swallowed by darkness, with only the moonlight spilling onto the ground. It was hard enough to guard against sudden zombie attacks, let alone deal with a mutant if one appeared.

When he finally returned to the villa, An Xiaowei and the others were worried sick. Xue Feng had never come back so late before. Without him, they wouldn’t have survived in this world.

“Brother Xue Feng!” As soon as she saw him, An Xiaowei burst into tears.

“What are you worried about? I just went out for a bit. You all have weapons now—you can protect yourselves,” Xue Feng said gently, pulling An Xiaowei into his arms and wiping away her tears.

The other women immediately looked on with envy, each wishing it were her in his embrace. Liu Qiqi was stunned by the scene. She hadn’t expected to find so many women in the villa, all dressed up and even rather bold. Their clothes looked anything but proper. That one dressed as a teacher—on the surface, nothing seemed amiss, but at the slightest movement, her charms were on full display. In the apocalypse, resources were scarce, but was there any need to dress like this?

What surprised Liu Qiqi even more was that there was still power running in the villa. The people living here were all clean—they must have hot water for bathing.

“You take care of her—rank her at C-level. She can cook, so she’ll work in the kitchen,” Xue Feng said to Gu Xiaoqian.

“Yes!” Gu Xiaoqian nodded, sizing up the petite girl. She wondered where Liu Qiqi had come from, but another cook was always welcome. By now, there were over a dozen people in the base, and someone needed to handle the food professionally.

The next morning, Xue Feng pondered how to deal with the armed force occupying the military restricted zone. Over time, they would become a huge threat. Hundreds of fully-armed soldiers—just the thought was terrifying. Ordinary zombies were no longer a danger.

[Ding!]
[Intel update.]
[1. At 10 p.m. tonight, a third-tier mutant will attack the military restricted zone from the southwest.]
[2. There is a large stockpile of weapons and ammunition in the underground warehouse of the military restricted zone.]
[3. Inside the military restricted zone, there is a female psychic. The host can take advantage of her discontent with the base to win her over.]
[Special note: The female psychic is the famous singer Hao Yifei.]

Hao Yifei—the renowned superstar! At the sound of her name, Xue Feng’s eyes widened. In his memory, she had always been his favorite celebrity—a goddess beloved by the entire nation. She became famous at a young age, conquering countless fans with her beautiful voice and captivating looks. She was every man’s dream—her sweet, sultry voice and stunning appearance could win over anyone.

And this superstar was actually inside the military base!

Xue Feng suddenly felt a surge of excitement. He had to make Hao Yifei his own, bring her into his villa. From then on, this famous singer would sing for him, day and night…

A smile crept onto Xue Feng’s lips. He was even more grateful for the system; just as he was wondering how to make his move, the intelligence system had offered a way forward. Tonight, a third-tier mutant would attack the military restricted zone—likely targeting the base directly. The thought surprised Xue Feng. Ordinary zombies were driven by sound, attacking humans by instinct alone. They never targeted a location on purpose. So why would a third-tier mutant deliberately attack the military restricted zone?

The only answer Xue Feng could imagine was hunting.

The third-tier mutant was likely coming for the psychics. To a mutant, psychics must be especially enticing. Xue Feng had once killed a psychic who could turn into a gorilla back at the school and had checked his head for a crystal core, but found nothing. That proved only zombies had crystal cores in their brains—humans, even awakened psychics, did not. Still, their bodies must have undergone some transformation. Perhaps, to a mutant, they were even more delicious.

It seemed that the mutant attacking the military restricted zone was no longer satisfied with hunting its own kind—it wanted to devour psychics.

With this in mind, Xue Feng quickly devised a plan in his mind.

Breakfast time began.

Xue Feng sat at the head of a long dining table, a symbol of his leadership. The other A-level members sat on either side. It looked less like a meal, more like a meeting. Off to the side, five E-level women sat at a smaller table, with far less food in front of them. Yet their faces were filled with contentment. Even if they couldn’t compare to the A-levels, at least they could eat their fill and sleep well—a vast improvement over their fearful days before. Plus, they only worked eight hours a day, no overtime required—less than many office workers before the apocalypse.

“This sausage tastes terrible!” Xue Feng frowned, a look of pain crossing his face.