I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1169 - 1164: It’s Time to Take Action

Chapter 1169: Chapter 1164: It’s Time to Take Action

In that case, inside Cloud Gorge Base, famine was bound to ensue, and with famine, chaos was inevitable. Not just the local survivors would go mad—black people and white people who had sought refuge at Cloud Gorge Base from all over the world would revolt. At that time, let alone an organization like the Hidden Dragon Society, even if they joined forces with the Arbitration Court, they couldn’t suppress such a chaotic scene.

With such a large population in Cloud Gorge Base, once famine broke out, it would unleash countless destabilizing factors.

"Forget it, you don’t seem to know, and I don’t want to ask anymore. But I have another question for you, what’s the current situation in Cloud Gorge Base?"

Wan Gaoxiong lifted his head and then asked, "Specifically what aspect? As long as I know, I’ll definitely tell you."

"The food situation," Song Muyuan quickly replied.

"That..." Wan Gaoxiong nodded, then pondered, as if organizing his thoughts for the right answer.

"It’s not very optimistic, basically, every year... Wait a moment?" Mid-sentence, Wan Gaoxiong seemed to realize what Song Muyuan was implying. The thought of the Peace Party being able to establish so-called peace with the zombies, even controlling hordes of them, made him shiver with dread.

"What are you trying to do?" Wan Gaoxiong stopped talking abruptly. If Song Muyuan merely wanted to harm other aspects of Cloud Gorge Base, Wan Gaoxiong wouldn’t care how many died. But this could affect the entire society, and he hesitated.

He had been living in Cloud Gorge Base for quite some time and knew more than the average person about the situation there. He deeply understood how terrifying it would be once famine struck the base.

A lot of people starving to death was actually the lesser issue. The real horror was that, come that time, the big shots inside would undoubtedly hoard food to ensure they could continue eating normally in the future. Wan Gaoxiong didn’t hesitate to believe that during a famine, these big shots would be the first to receive food, which they would then distribute to those closest to them.

As for those unfamiliar faces, who would care about their life or death in the post-apocalyptic world?

Famine was not only a threat to those living at the bottom of Cloud Gorge Base; it threatened him too. He could starve to death!

Realizing the gravity of the situation made Wan Gaoxiong hesitate.

That hesitation prompted Song Muyuan to lift the laser weapon, aiming it at Wan Gaoxiong’s head, and demanded, "Are you going to talk, or not? If you don’t, you’re going to die."

Looking at the muzzle of the laser weapon, Wan Gaoxiong felt his scalp tingle, as if he was face-to-face with the Grim Reaper. It was a truly horrifying feeling.

"Speak! Why aren’t you speaking?"

"The situation isn’t very optimistic now. Usually, a large number of people die each winter. The food distribution has been changed to twice a week."

"From the start of the month up to now, does Cloud Gorge Base have any statistics on how many people have starved to death?"

"That... I haven’t looked into it in detail, but it’s definitely not less than four digits. But it’s not too serious yet. In about a week’s time, some higher-ups will start selling food."

"There’s such a thing?"

"Yes, it happens every year. When food can’t be evenly distributed, some factions start hoarding large quantities of food and then sell the surplus at high prices when things get most severe."

"Can they sell it?" Song Muyuan asked with a frown.

Wan Gaoxiong gave Song Muyuan a puzzled glance, then replied.

"Of course! Why not? At that time, people are starving and would pay any price for food—they’ll buy as much as they can afford."

Song Muyuan licked his lips, with only one thought in mind: so-called Cloud Gorge Base is no different from the typical survivor bases.

In United District, all food is directly controlled by the Peace Party, ensuring even distribution to all. No factions are allowed to profit excessively from selling food at high prices during shortages. Should anyone dare to privately sell food, the consequences were as dire as the ancient practice of exterminating nine generations of a family.

"Your Cloud Gorge Base’s last harvest should be in winter, right? How many days are left?"

Hearing Song Muyuan’s question, Wan Gaoxiong’s heart skipped a beat, and he felt somewhat helpless. What was to come had come: Song Muyuan had indeed set his sights on the crops harvested at Cloud Gorge Base during winter, which was extremely critical to the base. If anything unexpected happened...

Wan Gaoxiong dared not imagine what kind of scene it would be.

Watching the distracted Wan Gaoxiong, Song Muyuan shook the laser weapon in his hand, startling Wan Gaoxiong back to his senses.

"How many days left?"

"There should be half a month left."

"Half a month, that should be enough. It’s time to take action," Song Muyuan nodded, pondering something in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Wan Gaoxiong couldn’t help but ask, "I’ve said everything I need to, can I go now?"

"Let you go? Do you think that’s possible?"

Just after Wan Gaoxiong asked this, Song Muyuan retorted with a question of his own.

Wan Gaoxiong was taken aback, his face turning ashen, "You... you’re going back on your word?"

"Of course not, we are the most honorable after all. But letting you go is impossible. Your life can be spared, but you’ll have to stay here for a while."

"Do I get food?"

"Of course," Song Muyuan nodded.

Wan Gaoxiong breathed a sigh of relief, gratitude unavoidably showing in his eyes towards Song Muyuan. In a post-apocalyptic world, being captured by enemy forces and not killed but instead given a chance to survive was enough to make one breathe a sigh of relief and overflow with gratitude.

Quickly, Song Muyuan called out to someone outside: "Come in."

The next moment, the door opened, and the zombie Ci Lin walked in, picked up Wan Gaoxiong lying on the floor, and headed outside. Song Muyuan called out to Ci Lin’s receding figure: "Ci Lin, lock him up in the dungeon and come find me later."

Ci Lin did not respond; he dragged Wan Gaoxiong away, passing by the Peace Party soldiers who had grown accustomed to such a sight, which could happen several times a day.

He quickly entered the underground dungeon. Followed by the guarding soldiers, he casually opened a cell designated for new human types and threw Wan Gaoxiong inside without uttering a word, then silently returned to Song Muyuan’s side.

"Let’s go."

Song Muyuan said. Although Ci Lin never responded to his words, it always obeyed.

After adjusting his clothes and donning a hat, Song Muyuan left through the back door with Ci Lin, walking on the main streets where no one could recognize that this person was the commanding officer of the United District at Dongsheng Co-management Branch.