Yang Ao felt that something was strange about the atmosphere around him.
Logically, Heavenly Net's broadcast announced the locations of official settlements everywhere at the end of each daily broadcast.
As long as these people had a radio, they would know that Home No. 1 was now an official base recognized by Heavenly Net.
Now, more than four hundred Superhumans were marching in orderly formation, with strict discipline.
Shouldn't everyone have been weeping with joy, as if they had encountered soldiers during a disaster?
Why... was their reaction so muted, with even a hint of numbness?
Xi Rong glanced around without betraying anything. Seeing that no one responded, he hurried forward to smooth things over. "Sir, perhaps our brothers here have all gotten used to living here. I have to say, the No. 9 Villas are a damn fine place. Everything here is high-end... I wouldn't have dared dream of anything this extravagant before, hahaha!"
"Ah! Right, right, right. The few of us settled here because the houses were nice, too. And those big shots from before the apocalypse really kept a lot of things at home, especially cigarettes and liquor. All high-end stuff, brands we'd never even heard of. Supposedly, they were special-supply goods," the fat man hurriedly added.
The woman who had been slapped was now slurring her words a little. "Yesh, yesh! I reckon everyone's gotten used to staying here after all this time. We'd really like to visit Home No. 1 and see you gentlemen in action, but... these brothers and sisters all depend on the three of us to survive. If we left and zombies came, that would be bad."
After hearing them out, Yang Ao thought they had a point. Plenty of people were unwilling to leave a place that was still relatively safe.