The cramped storage room reeked of sour sweat and blood. Four people had been forcibly crammed into this cleaning closet of less than three or four square meters.
Was it unpleasant? The cramped space, the foul stench, and the occasional groans by their ears meant the unlucky souls inside had to constantly experience the misery of men piled atop men. It truly was a living hell.
And this was still "preferential treatment" for some people.
"Not bad. Mr. An Nan let us use this place for free. At least it keeps out the wind and rain. He even had a doctor treat us."
To Da Mu, the leader of Life Lion, the local master, Mr. An Nan, and his seemingly inconspicuous wife were exceptionally kind people.
Not only had they given them work, but seeing how inconvenient their lives were, they had also let them use the storage room, servants' quarters, and other spare spaces for free.
"It's just that he's almost too kind. We only said we were 'injured in the riots,' and he actually believed us. He even had a doctor treat us. It's a good thing, but people who are too kind get taken advantage of."
Da Mu even had the spare energy to worry that the master of this place was too softhearted and would be deceived.
In his view, this was not without cause. After all, a group of villains was staying in the gardener's quarters not far away.
The Refugee Camp had already been divided into two major factions: Blood Feast and non-Blood Feast. The Gardener handling animal taming and horticulture, along with the breeding area, was Blood Feast territory.
Strangely enough, the hostile sides occupied nearby areas. They watched and guarded against each other, yet neither dared cross the Lei Pool. So long