Unexpected Changes

Strolling down the street, Xiao Jun lit a cigarette, instantly capturing everyone's attention.

As he observed the wolf-like gazes around him, Xiao Jun calmly pulled out a steel knife from his ring.

The intense stares directed at him immediately diminished by half.

They were greedy, but not foolish.

Anyone who possessed spatial equipment and dared to wander alone on the streets was not to be trifled with.

...

In the afternoon, the people of Future City were gradually getting accustomed to their new way of life.

Fights at night, looting in the morning, and sleeping in the afternoon.

Before the apocalypse, they used to work "996" (9 a.m. to 9 p.m., six days a week), but little did they know that after the apocalypse, not only did they have to work "996," but their sleep schedule was also reversed. No wonder one of the big shots before the apocalypse said that "996" was a blessing.

At the entrance of Xiao Jun's territory, there was still a queue, but it had improved significantly compared to the morning.

"Hello, Brother Jun."

"Hello, Captain."

Seeing Xiao Jun return, the young ladies along the way greeted him one after another.

Back on the second floor, Xiao Jun sensed a somewhat heavy atmosphere.

Jing Yi's face was tense as she pondered over something. The others sat beside her without disturbing her, even Jing Ru, who was usually carefree, behaved herself at a distance.

"What's wrong? You seem down," Xiao Jun asked.

Listening for a moment, Xiao Jun didn't hear anything related to himself. It must be about the cigarette sales.

When he had just arrived, Xiao Jun also noticed that there were fewer people. He thought they had all bought what they needed in the morning.

"Everything went smoothly in the morning, but as it approached noon, rumors started spreading in the city that the zombie apocalypse would soon end."

"And it's not just one or two people; it seems like a premeditated plan. Many people chose to believe this news."

"The previous zombie rain also ended in seven days, and this time it's the same. They believe that seven days is the limit."

Jing Yi didn't need to say the rest, Xiao Jun already knew.

Someone was jealous.

And without a doubt, Xiao Jun knew who it was: the Lone Wolf Group that was forced to sell cigarettes initially.

With their large number of members and the tremendous consumption of cigarettes, their inventory must be running low.

They had been selling for two days now, and the price of cigarettes had been rising. But now they were out of stock.

However, could the Lone Wolf Group, with their limited intelligence, come up with such a scheme?

In the previous life, the higher-ups of the Lone Wolf Group seemed to be a bunch of hot-headed individuals; only a few had any strategic thinking.

The seven-day cycle of the zombie rain was a guess for others, but Xiao Jun knew it was a fact.

However, this uneasiness in his heart made Xiao Jun somewhat doubtful.

It was exactly the same as when the second round of the zombie rain arrived seven days ago.

"Don't worry, it's just a jester."

Xiao Jun patted Jing Yi's head.

"This afternoon, we'll close the sales point directly."

Xiao Jun turned to the little loli beside him and said a few words. She quickly ran downstairs on her short legs.

Before long, she returned.

"Brother Jun, we've collected the items, and those people didn't cause any trouble. They left directly. Most of them believe the news that the zombie apocalypse will end tomorrow."

Jing Yi's face became even more worried.

"Let's tally up how much we sold today."

The tallying was done quickly as the sales were registered at the time of purchase. Now it's just a matter of adding them up.

"Brother Jun, following your instructions, we sold the low-grade cigarettes for 6 mutant crystals per pack. Surprisingly, the low-grade cigarettes sold more."

"Since this morning, we've sold a total of 6,721 packs of low-grade cigarettes. There were very few buyers for the high-grade ones, but we managed to sell 211 packs. The total income is 48,766 mutant crystals."

Those who buy the high-grade cigarettes are usually the ones who don't even have 6 mutant crystals in their hands, so they have to buy them pack by pack.

Not only did we recover the initial investment of 30,000 mutant crystals, but we also earned over 10,000 mutant crystals.

But no one is satisfied with this number.

Not to mention our inventory, we haven't even sold half of the cigarettes we retrieved in the first three days.

"Don't worry, if the zombie rain stops tomorrow, I'll go find Chen Gang and White Cloth. I believe they won't give up on this money-making opportunity."

Even if the zombie rain stops, those people will be walking to their deaths without a large group leading the way.

You think it's still filled with first-level zombies roaming the streets? In the daytime, they turn into elderly people on their deathbeds.

Second-level zombies have become the norm now, and there are also quite a few third-level zombies. Depending on these scattered individuals would be handing them our heads.

As long as the three groups don't move, we can continue with this cigarette business.

"By the way, use these mutant crystals to upgrade them, ensuring that every squad has at least three third-level mutants."

...

11 p.m.

Today, Xiao Jun once again personally took charge, even moving the battlefield back to the villa.

He felt uneasy in his heart.

It shouldn't be like this. Even if the zombie rain prolongs, his own strength shouldn't make him feel uneasy. What haven't I figured out?

As it approached midnight, Xiao Jun became increasingly agitated.

"Brother Jun, I've finished the tally. Among the 40 newly upgraded girls, three have resilient abilities, and two have flame abilities."

The little loli's words brought some relief to Xiao Jun.

While flame abilities may not be overwhelmingly powerful in one-on-one battles, they are definitely effective in group battles, especially against low-intelligence zombies.

Exactly midnight.

Based on the experience of the previous life, there shouldn't be another zombie rain tonight.

Meanwhile, in other parts of Future City, everyone was eagerly looking up at the sky.

East of the city.

"Chen Qingli, if there's still a zombie rain tonight, won't everything we did during the day be in vain?"

Lone Wolf looked up at the sky, with another person beside him.

If Xiao Jun had a good memory, he should be able to recognize this person, but last time, he didn't find the so-called "Second-in-Command."

After all, he was just a small fry-like character who he glanced at in a hurry. How could he remember?

"Lone Wolf, how could it be in vain? Nobody else knows it was us. We've taken all the blame, so it wouldn't hurt to disgust them a bit."

"Moreover, if it really stops, the other factions will definitely be affected negatively."

South of the city.

White Cloth stood alone on the rooftop, gazing at the sky, with the members of the Bloody Clothes Gang below.

West of the city.

Chen Gang sat indoors, playing chess with a middle-aged man across from him.

"The zombie rain that was rumored to disappear during the day, do you know about it?"

Chen Gang asked.

"That little wolf actually knows how to use its brain, which is quite rare."

"But regardless of whether it's true or not, strength is the determining factor. As long as we don't leave the city, who can take the smoke from us?"

"Besides, it's already twelve o'clock."

The man pointed outside the window, and Chen Gang turned to look, seeing the familiar crack reappear.