"Well, it’s not necessarily just ’surviving’!"
Just now Scumbag He, oh no, it was Heavenly King He, said that the Northern City Base has rules, no killing without cause, and bullying the weak is absolutely forbidden.
Although such rules, when implemented, might not be completely effective.
But at least there’s some restraint now, unlike in the past when Scumbag He openly bullied the weak and abused women.
...Everything seems to be developing in a good direction.
Those who were wise, seeing ’He Xiaothian’ swaggering on the stage, surprisingly didn’t feel disgusted for the first time, but instead, experienced a kind of inexplicable excitement.
The survivors were happy and excited, each one as if injected with adrenaline, roaring as they went to work.
This was completely different from their usual laziness when they were driven and scolded.
Ma Kui and his gang of henchmen were dumbfounded.
"What the, what’s going on here?"
Ma Kui’s eyes were blank, and he even stuttered a bit while speaking.
"Brother Ma, what is the Heavenly King trying to do? The elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled in our base already work; there’s no need to give them anything!"
The little henchman following Ma Kui also mumbled, "Although our base has plenty of supplies, we can’t afford to squander them !"
Even though the boss of the base was He Xiaothian, these little henchmen had already regarded the storeroom’s contents as their own private property.
As for those survivors, they were like ants.
It was already very kind of them to allow these people to stay in the base to avoid zombie attacks.
How could they still give them things?
You say they worked for it?
Working is expected, giving stuff is foolish!
Not daring to speak up, the henchman secretly blamed ’He Xiaothian’ for being a foolish big guy who only knew how to enjoy himself.
"Right! There’s only so much supply in the base, we can’t waste it all!"
Ma Kui gritted his teeth, he wouldn’t suspect that ’He Xiaothian’ had swapped his soul, but recently, Zhang Cheeng had been wooing him.
Even though Ma Kui was known as the top henchman of He Xiaothian, everyone is selfish.
And these henchmen were even more selfish.
Expecting someone who disregards their own parents to be fiercely loyal to an outsider?
Ha, He Xiaothian really thinks he has strong ’charisma’ that can conquer his subordinates?
The only reasons Ma Kui respected and was loyal to He Xiaothian were that he couldn’t beat him and He Xiaothian could bring him enough benefits.
If there was a chance to overthrow He Xiaothian and take his place to enjoy everything, Ma Kui wouldn’t hesitate.
Under Zhang Cheeng’s instigation, Ma Kui’s thoughts had begun to stir.
And now, seeing He Tiantian squandering "their" supplies, Ma Kui’s irritation intensified.
Perhaps he didn’t dare to directly confront ’He Xiaothian’, but showing some dissatisfaction, Ma Kui thought, wouldn’t be a problem.
"Heavenly, Heavenly King!"
Ma Kui habitually wanted to shout "Brother Tian", but then he remembered ’He Xiaothian’s’ earlier requests and forcibly changed his words.
Though outwardly he appeared respectful, in his heart he couldn’t help but curse silently: "Heavenly King? You don’t deserve it!"
Just a lousy security guard who had the dumb luck to awaken a superpower and now really thinks he’s the True Dragon Emperor.
Still "Heavenly King," calling you "Brother Tian" was already giving you face, and then you still—
Ma Kui fumed silently, his speech somewhat emotional, "Why would you give all these supplies to those useless people?"
"Our base does have substantial supplies, but with so many people consuming them every day, sitting and eating away the reserves will soon be—"
He Tiantian turned around, his face full of displeased flesh, "What do you mean ’our’? Ma Kui, are you out of your mind?"
He Tiantian retorted rudely, "The entire base belongs to Heavenly King He."
"If it’s my stuff, who I give it to is my business, isn’t it?"
"And who are you to dare question me?"
Ma Kui was directly berated till his face flushed red with shame.
If it had been in the early days when the apocalypse just arrived, his gang wholly reliant on He Xiaothian’s superpower to survive, even if He Tiantian scolded him unreservedly, he wouldn’t have gotten angry.
At least outwardly, he would put on a smiling face, not even wiping off the spittle sprayed onto his face, letting his Brother Tian vent.