As Chen Luo and his group got out of their vehicles, a short, sleazy-looking man immediately approached with several fairly attractive women in revealing clothes, calling out from a distance.
"Hey, handsome! Want to have some fun?"
Everyone who heard him, Zhao Hai included, looked toward the voice.
Someone was calling for a handsome guy. Who among them wasn't handsome?
Go on, try not turning around when someone calls out "handsome" on the street.
Chen Luo understood instantly.
Some women didn't dare kill zombies but still wanted to survive. What else could they do?
Or perhaps some wicked men were forcing them into it to earn supplies.
It wasn't just Chen Luo who instantly understood. Everyone else did too. You did as well, didn't you?
The sleazy man wore a fawning smile. With so many people, this group clearly belonged to a sizable force.
He flashed a mouthful of yellow teeth. "Brothers, care for some fun? Just ten pounds of rice or one level-two crystal."
Crystals could make survivors stronger, so while supplies weren't yet desperately scarce, they served as hard currency.
Of the four women behind him, some looked bold and uninhibited, some lowered their heads, afraid to meet anyone's eyes, and others glanced away evasively.
Chen Luo had no intention of meddling. He frowned. "Get lost."
The sleazy man had a decent eye for people. Judging by Chen Luo's position and bearing, he seemed to be the leader. Yet the man didn't know when to quit.
"Boss, let's be friends. For you, it's free. How about it?"
Chen Luo looked disgusted. "Are you blind? Is that how you judge people? Do I look like that kind of man? Or do you think I can't spare ten pounds of rice? Get the hell out of here."
Damn it, even