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The most attractive place for Zheng Yifan was the Human Market, located closest to the inner city.
Yes, the Human Market, where people are sold. Women are obedient and docile, while men are strong and capable laborers.
As long as you provide them with food, they become your servants, ready to do anything you ask. The traffickers have trained them to be compliant. No matter what you are, they will instinctively obey.
Of course, if you hope to buy warriors who can fight Zombies, that's impossible. Those with the courage to do so have already joined the Gathering Place's leader, Zhang Xiao, becoming part of his main fighting force, the City Guard. At the very least, they could join the Search Team and risk a chance at earning some income from the Zombies. Those in the Human Market are either willing or have been coerced into becoming servants.
If they encounter a strong and wealthy master, they might live better than average. If their master dies, they can report back and wait for someone else to buy them.
On the way, Zheng Yifan walked along the familiar Asphalt Road. This road had been collectively repaired by the village but now showed signs of wear. However, no one complained; surviving was already a blessing.
Only the wealthy lords in the inner city would think about enjoying luxuries. Zheng Yifan kept a low profile, blending in with others on the street. All members of the Search Team looked alike; hardly anyone bothered to distinguish between them.
"Move quickly! Killer Kui is coming!" Suddenly, there was a commotion on the street, and soon those ordinary Paupers lingering by the roadside disappeared.
Of course, the members of the Search Team ignored it and continued walking. As long as they weren't entering the inner city within the Gathering Place, there was nothing to worry about.
The members of the Search Team held high status; the administrators of the Gathering Place tolerated them well.
After all, they relied on these reckless fellows to scavenge among the Zombies. Without the Search Team, would he send his City Guard to undertake such high-risk and low-reward tasks?
Zhang Xiao had only so many cards up his sleeve; losing even one member would make him stingy enough to feel heartache.
Thus, those willing to risk their lives in Exploration Teams gained higher status as well.
Across from them was Killer Kui, a burly figure charging down the street with a dozen followers behind him, brandishing wooden sticks and bags with faces full of flattery.
"Hey! Kui!"
"Is Kui out again to catch the Two-Legged Sheep?"
As some members of the Exploration Team passed by, they casually greeted Killer Kui.
Killer Kui didn't mind and responded to each one. For these desperate individuals, even someone as powerful as Killer Kui wouldn't dare to offend them all. Otherwise, he might find himself dead in a gutter at any moment.
This group was bold enough to venture into towns overrun by Zombies, leaving Killer Kui no choice but to smile and appease them.
"Hey! There's another one that doesn't look like a sheep." Killer Kui's eyes lit up suddenly as he spotted something at a street corner, where someone was swinging a wooden stick wildly.
Zheng Yifan was still several dozen meters away from Killer Kui and couldn't clearly see what was happening. But soon, he felt a chill run down his spine, and an urgent need to relieve himself.
Goodness, he Zheng Yifan was not a real member of the Search Team. Witnessing such a bloody scene was genuinely frightening.
At that moment, Killer Kui's men dragged a woman out of an alley. She had been beaten nearly unconscious and was treated like livestock as they pulled her over and stuffed her into a large burlap sack, tossing it onto a truck.
There were already several sacks on that big vehicle, each likely containing a living person.
Zheng Yifan realized what Killer Kui was really doing. He was the leader of the corpse collection team in the Gathering Place, known as Killer Kui among his peers.
In the Gathering Place, whenever someone died, it was imperative to quickly remove the body from the city to prevent the outbreak of Plague. The captain of the corpse collection team was specifically tasked with handling the bodies.
This had been the routine for several months, but ever since a figure known as Killer Kui took charge of the collection team, it had transformed into a lucrative operation.
Initially, they would gather the corpses and capture those who were on the brink of starvation, only to kill them and turn them into Human Canned Meat.
Recently, however, the food crisis in the Gathering Place had worsened. Killer Kui no longer cared whether someone was about to starve; as long as they could find those powerless individuals huddled in corners, he would knock them out with a club and transport them out of the Gathering Place to the Human Meat Factory.
After all, the factory was not located within the Gathering Place, and the Big Shots there turned a blind eye to it. Killer Kui indirectly supported many Paupers in this way.
Zheng Yifan nodded lightly as he brushed past Killer Kui. Suppressing his racing heartbeat, he quickened his pace.
In Zheng Yifan's eyes, Killer Kui had practically ascended to demon status; it was best to keep his distance.
As for acting heroically?
What a joke! He was legally collecting corpses! Didn’t anyone notice how many people were on the streets without daring to speak up?
The village wasn’t large; even after expanding multiple times, housing was crammed together. A single house could accommodate dozens of people, yet it still felt overcrowded.
However, as one approached the inner city, the housing became more sparse.
The Human Market was located in what used to be a park within the village. Of course, only those with some value could be sold here; not just any starving Pauper could find a place in this market.
Entering the garden, what remained of the basic vegetation had been transformed into individual Fences, each containing a person.
The men found in this Human Market were mostly robust; even those who appeared more refined tended to be handsome or had been well-known before the apocalypse struck.
Most of those women were quite attractive, either tall and elegant or charmingly delicate.
In the center of the crowd, the trafficker kept an eye on every passerby. Whenever someone lingered in front of these "goods," a trafficker would come over to make an introduction.
"Sir, why not take a look at what we have here? This lovely lady is the daughter of Zhang Tiening, the boss of Zhang Ning International. She's a true gem, guaranteed to serve you comfortably. You can have her in any position you desire," said a middle-aged man with a large black mole on his right cheek, a hair sticking straight out from it.
"No, I can't afford such a lady," Zheng Yifan replied, glancing at the seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl the trafficker was introducing.
In front of the girl stood a sign, much like those found in exhibition halls.
"Zhang Liying, Female. 17 years old, virgin, daughter of the chairman of Zhang Ning International, trained for a month with excellent results, proficient in bed... priced at one thousand Zombie Crystal s."
Each girl had a sign in front of her.
To be honest, at that moment, Zhang Liying looked misty-eyed and quite captivating. Not to mention her delicate figure and stunning beauty.
After three months of training, she was indeed a top-tier choice for anyone's bedroom. If Zheng Yifan had not obtained that magical tattoo in his lifetime, such a beautiful woman would have seemed like two parallel lines that would never intersect—almost impossible to even meet.
But now, all he needed to do was buy a backpack full of items from the modern world to exchange for such beauty as his slave, with life and death entirely in his hands.
"This... next time, if I encounter you again, I'll come back to take care of your business," he said through gritted teeth, resolutely turning away and desperately suppressing the budding feelings within him. Covering his rapidly beating heart, Zheng Yifan looked back as if fleeing.
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