Jiang Chuxue sobbed in grief.
Rice Ball had also been level five, yet he had mysteriously disappeared. At a time when meat was so scarce, his fate was all too easy to imagine.
The thought of Rice Ball becoming dog meat filled Jiang Chuxue with sorrow.
Jiang Tiancheng spent an entire hour trying to figure out how the food had vanished, but he got nowhere.
The world's eighth great unsolved mystery.
The people Chen Luo had knocked unconscious woke up, stammering incoherently, their faces full of shame.
It would have been a miracle if they could explain it.
The base members were all awake. With no entertainment at night, they could only go to bed early and get up early.
They had thought breakfast would be served soon. Instead, they would have to go hungry.
They could miss a meal or two, but if the food problem wasn't solved, people would start leaving the next day.
Jiang Tiancheng reclined in a chair, rubbing his head as he tried to think of a solution.
The situation in H City was very unusual.
Everyone knew there had been vast food reserves here.
After the Apocalypse, survivors from other provinces, and even other countries across the border, had formed groups to raid its food supplies.
Most of the food had been stolen.
Fellow countrymen were one thing, but when survivors from other countries came, all the bases in H City would unite to resist them.
They had all fought alongside one another. Jiang Tiancheng couldn't bring himself to rob them.
Besides, Jiang Tiancheng was very powerful. He was level six, and so was his daughter, Jiang Chuxue. She had deliberately kept that quiet to maintain a low profile.
But being level six himself, combined with his aggressive recruitment, had already made him a