The Ambitious Tang Pan

Star City was considered a major city in the Great Zhang Country. During the Sunny Era, its population had exceeded twenty million.

In recent days, countless people had died or fled during the Era of Strangeness. No one could say how many survivors remained in all of Star City.

Still, figuring out how many survivor bases there were in Star City wasn't especially difficult.

After all, there were several hundred people here.

Yet some were still thinking about eternal life, wondering whether the third matter Lord Tree Ancestor had mentioned would affect their tempting mission to kill Jiang Yue.

Fortunately, some people were still clearheaded enough to ask, albeit timidly, "I'd like to ask: how large does a group have to be to count as a survivor base? Would a gathering of three or five people count?"

"How could three or five people count as a base? It would take at least a dozen or twenty people to qualify, barely," someone offered.

Lord Tree Ancestor said coolly, "If it's to be called a base, it must have at least fifty people and a relatively complete structure. For now, there's no need to consider small hideouts."

Tang Pan suddenly said, "Lord Tree Ancestor, based on my subordinates' observations, there should be many places in Star City with more than fifty people. Some are nothing more than a loose group of ruffians banding together for warmth. Calling them a base would be giving them too much credit."

Someone countered, "That's not entirely true. Given time, these groups can expand quickly. They might not amount to much now, but they could take shape before long. I know of one group that used to be a training center. A bunch of people have taken it over, and I hear several powerful Awakened are among