Lin Yuanfang's Legacy

Around noon, Luo Yan saw a ring of barbed wire riddled with gaps. Several tumbleweeds had been snagged on it, and whenever the wind blew, the wire clanged nonstop.

Inside the wire was a camp. Sheds cobbled together from sheet metal basked under the scorching sun. Several scrapped Wuling Hongguang vans had been reduced to their frames, with stray dogs so thin their bones showed sprawled inside, panting hard with crimson tongues hanging out.

Two heavy trucks were parked outside the camp. Their cargo compartments had been modified, and through the metal bars, Luo Yan saw that they were packed with people.

He glanced at Yu Qiushui.

Yu Qiushui wore a tank top and shorts, and her fair skin gleamed dazzlingly in the sunlight.

"Slave transport trucks."

Yu Qiushui narrowed her eyes slightly, her gaze sweeping over the patterns on the trucks' cargo compartments. "These belong to the 'Shepherds.'"

Luo Yan's heart stirred. He had heard of the 'Shepherds.' Back at Moon Bear Camp, the man who had wanted to buy Tao Zhu had claimed to be a shepherd from the 'Shepherds.'

"Come on. We'll talk while we walk."

Yu Qiushui headed toward the camp.

Luo Yan followed beside her and heard Yu Qiushui say, "They're a surface organization that emerged after the calamity. They specialize in trafficking people on the surface."

"The 'Shepherds' have a complicated makeup. Their upper ranks include all kinds of people, even big shots from certain Undercities."

"In just a few years, they've developed a mature chain of profits. They're one of the more troublesome organizations on the surface."

Luo Yan asked, "What rank does a shepherd hold in their organization?"

Yu Qiushui looked at Luo Yan in surprise. "You even know about shepherds?"

Then she smiled. "A shepherd, as the name suggests, is someone