"Strange. What exactly is that kid, Xia Ping, up to?"
"It is strange. Feng Hetang and the others had a grudge against Xia Ping before this. The moment they got here, they started fighting, and it was brutal. But now they're acting so obediently, like his lackeys."
"They all got beaten up, so I guess they learned their lesson."
"But why did they drive a truck around the streets? Aren't they afraid of running into the monsters there? Wait, they're looking for supermarkets and food."
"What the hell? Those bastards aren't going after the monsters at all. They're clearing out all the food from the supermarkets instead. Are they starving or what? The competition hasn't even started, and they're already hungry? Do they really want to eat that badly?!"
"Can't someone go warn them? This is the Fighting Tournament, not a cooking show."
The audience watching the live broadcast all noticed Xia Ping and the others' actions. They had found two trucks on the nearby streets, started them up with a roar, and swept through the area, frantically clearing out the food from one supermarket after another.
This Simulation City was extremely realistic. It had all kinds of buildings, and even vehicles like cars and trucks could be found in shops around the city. There was even food.
These things were actually a form of secret support provided to the contestants by the organizers of the Fighting Tournament. Some people thought of it, while others didn't.
For several hours, Xia Ping and the others kept at it. They didn't look for tokens; instead, they drove the trucks around three nearby districts, frantically clearing out the food from every supermarket until not a scrap was left.
Once both trucks were nearly full, they stopped and drove to a nearby villa district,