As a wasteland warrior and army commander, Hunter Tiger felt that he had been very successful. At the very least, in Qinggang City, he could be considered a prominent figure with both fame and status.
Once upon a time, when he had been at the peak of his strength and youth.
Whenever he led the Pingtan Army into battle.
Not to mention the assorted monsters and demons around the city—even the army of Qinggang Shelter had to show him some respect.
But as the administrator of a shelter, Hunter Tiger felt that he had been a complete failure.
Ten years had already passed.
The once-powerful Pingtan Army had gradually grown old with the passage of time.
The new generation of the Pingtan Army was unable to shoulder great responsibility, and they could no longer use their former plundering methods to make up for the shelter's shortages.
Although the residents here had not complained about the decline in their quality of life, the data did not lie.
Pingtan Shelter was still in the same half-dead state, and its material reserves had never achieved positive growth.
If the previous shelter administrator had not possessed such foresight and spent a fortune purchasing six Food Component Manufacturing Machines of various types.
Hunter Tiger might even have suspected that Pingtan Shelter would have fallen into a food crisis by now.
After all, those damned mutants could eat far too much! "Have they been like this these past few days?"
Looking at the bustling scene in front of the B-7 Layer warehouse, Hunter Tiger tilted his head and looked at the shelter's deputy administrator, "Attendant."
Just as Hunter Tiger had changed his own name to "Pingtan" for convenience after becoming the administrator.
Attendant "Jin Gu Qiao" had originally been his deputy in the Pingtan Army. After