The LAS6 warehouse district boasted an expanse of large white storage facilities.
Inside, a dazzling array of supplies filled the space.
Due to the complete variety, there was a substantial demand for these items in the settlement.
Even many of the items transported to the present world could be exchanged for a significant amount of Yuan Force.
Previously, this warehouse may have attracted survivors hoping to retrieve supplies, only to result in hordes of zombies besieging the area.
It was one of the most zombie-infested regions in Las Vegas.
However, Panda was a top-notch fighter from the Inner City and managed to enlist a group of indigenous Motorbike Gang members, along with numerous Pioneers from outside the city, whose cooperation led to an effective clearance of the area.
But today, three convoys faced off against each other here.
Each convoy had several heavy trucks, with Panda's eight heavy trucks being the most in number, enough to match the total of the other two teams.
But now, Panda was closely aligned with one of the convoys, confronting the group that only had four heavy trucks.
Qimen, who had originally partnered with Panda, lay on the ground beside them, sparks flickering from his body while Judy tended to him.
A closer look revealed a stark difference between the two sides, with Pioneers from the outer city standing fully armed on top of the vehicles, while the Inner City Pioneers were the ones leading the convoys.
"Taff! What the hell do you mean by this? Young Master Sun has emphasized time and time again to show restraint!"
Panda watched warily in the direction of the warehouse plaza, where a rather ordinary-looking figure around 1.7 meters tall stood casually.
With blond hair and headgear reminiscent of a boxer's face protection, he wore a set of black, fiber-material bulletproof vests and tactical gloves on his hands.
It was precisely this figure that compelled him to temporarily join forces with another group on the site!
"Heh, if it weren't for Young Master Sun, do you think that idiot would still be alive?"
The figure in the center of the area scoffed, his face full of disdain and indifference.
"I gave you all a chance. I wanted to join your side originally, but you were too arrogant to realize it."
Taff spat out contemptuously.
This made Panda's expression turn rather ugly.
"You're asking for half of our earnings right off the bat. You're new here, and you didn't help with anything before. Why should we give it to you?!"
"Why? How can you ask such childish questions? Is it not based on strength?"
A mocking expression crossed Taff's face before he looked up at the armed personnel standing on the trucks of the opposing side, raising his voice,
"Listen up, all you country bumpkins from the outer city. The Inner City also has its hierarchies, with an even greater disparity than in your outer city. Think carefully whether you want to wade into these troubled waters."
Taff's voice was reckless, his attitude arrogant.
Yete, the more he said, the worse the expressions of the fully armed outer city Pioneers became.
In this high-mortality Development Zone, they had chosen to stay despite some having significant abilities and backgrounds, yet compared to the big shots of the Inner City, there was still a large gap.
Taking on zombies and moving cargo was one thing, but getting involved in the strife among Inner City heavyweights...
"Captain Panda, this... We're just trying to make a living. We never agreed to become enemies with other Inner City heavyweights..."
One of the Pioneers spoke up bravely, though clearly unwilling to get involved.
Panda coldly glanced back but said nothing.
In terms of numbers alone, his side still had a considerable advantage.
If they were willing to pick up their guns, even Taff would be wary!
Despite his tactical suit, there would always be unprotected parts, and with grenades and hand grenades, there was enough to create a deterrent.
But now, he himself had effectively dissolved his side's greatest advantage in numbers.
Though appearing arrogant, he was not as brainless as he seemed.
"Brother Panda, we agreed to team up and take down the opposition. Look, Taff showed up, and he's a real headache."
The person beside Panda, whose face resembled crocodile skin and cradled a composite helmet in his arms, wore a high-end tactical suit but only reached Panda's shoulders in height, sighed.
He didn't get along with Taff or Taff's backer, and the two sides had always been at odds.
Little did he expect Taff to suddenly appear in the settlement, let alone join his sworn enemy's team, spelling disaster for him.
"That's nonsense. When Taff joins, it will be your team, not much use, right? The problem is still with him."
Although Panda was temporarily cooperating with this 'Crocodile man,' he still saw the crux of the problem clearly.
Taff had come to him asking for half of the profits, which was obviously unacceptable. But then, Taff switched to another team, leveraging his combat prowess to exert pressure.
Glancing at Qimen, Panda sighed.
Qimen was left alive on purpose, because killing him might have angered Young Master Sun. Now, however, he'd been maneuvered into a tricky position.
"Ahem, Brother Panda, when will Backdrop Bro get here..."
Qimen, despite lying on the ground with occasional sparks emanating from his body, didn't feel much pain due to his mechanical enhancements, though his voice carried an electronic tone.
"He should be here soon."
Panda sighed inwardly; even if Tao Yu arrived soon, at best, he could ensure a safe retreat for his team. The warehouse was likely lost to them.
"Oh? So there's outside help as well? Interesting."
Taff raised an eyebrow and smiled.
Meanwhile, a slender figure clad in tight metallic armor walked up from behind him, giggling,