Zombie Apocalypse: Don't be afraid, I'm not a good person.

Dozens of people appeared to be obediently organizing supplies, but secretly a few of them quietly used the shelves as cover to huddle together in a corner and whisper among themselves.

"Why should they get to pick all the good stuff? Even though that guy surnamed Shen came up with the idea to lure the zombies here, we killed most of them one by one ourselves. Why should they get to pick all the good stuff first?"

"Exactly! There were only three of them, and only two of them actually participated in killing zombies. That guy surnamed Shen didn't lift a finger; he was just watching from the sidelines the whole time! How many out of hundreds of zombies could they possibly kill?"

"Exactly! Besides, there are so many of us, twenty or thirty strong men, what are we afraid of? The supplies should be distributed according to headcount, why should he get to choose first!"

"And he only picks the ones that can be stored! I think he just wants to hoard the best for himself, while we work ourselves to the bone and end up picking up the leftover scraps."

"Look at that guy surnamed Shen, he doesn't lift a finger to move the supplies, he acts like a big shot! Damn it! He wants the best, and we have to help him move them! What a piece of trash!"

The more they talked, the more unbalanced they felt. Once their greedy thoughts surfaced, they could no longer suppress them.

At first, they just complained quietly, but gradually they started to fan the flames and urge everyone to stick together.

"We outnumber him and have the upper hand. If things really get out of hand, what can he do to us? He might not even be able to beat us!"

"After we finish moving everything, let's impound their truck and not follow their rules!"

"Right! There are only three of them. Just give them a little something as a token. If they dare to disagree, we'll just... *snap* it!"

A man with an honest-looking face but a calculating expression held up his hand and brandished it like a knife, his face sinister.

His words silenced the surroundings considerably.

Some people looked timid, some were reluctant, and some struggled, thinking seriously.

After some persuasion and incitement, several ordinary people who originally just wanted to work peacefully were gradually swayed.

The way he looked at Shenhe and his group subtly changed, revealing resentment, covetousness, and a hint of hostility.

While everyone appeared to be busy moving goods, a quiet undercurrent of solidarity was forming beneath the surface.

They were just waiting for the right opportunity to break ties with Shenhe and fight for these supplies.

Shenhe observed all these hidden movements.

On his system map, the green dots representing his companions kept flashing, eventually turning some red, some white, and only a few green dots remained.

He remained calm and pretended not to know anything, watching the people who had turned into red dots with amusement as they passed by him, even smiling at him!

He had long known that people's hearts are most vulnerable to the test of self-interest, and that money should not be discussed with even the closest relatives.

Shenhe is waiting, waiting for them to pack their things.

He'll deal with them when they get greedy and dare to cause trouble.

War needs a pretext; only the righteous side can be the ultimate victor!

After the last box of goods was loaded onto the truck and the truck was full, Sun Qi walked over with a few people, a big smile on his face, and he was carrying a few bags in his hands.

Sun Qi just checked and found that after the truck was fully loaded, only a small portion of the supermarket's supplies were gone. Even the supplies that Shenhe picked up were still quite a bit left, which made him extremely happy.

"Mr. Shen, there are no cigarettes on your list. I'll get you a few cartons so you and your brothers can smoke them back home."

Shenhe doesn't smoke, so he didn't ask for any supplies when he was selecting them, and he didn't ask Zhang Ran or Tang Dashan if they smoked.

It's like the jokes he'd seen: parents don't pick and choose their own food, but they always say their kids are picky eaters.

That's because parents never buy dishes they don't like, so they are never picky eaters.

Shenhe glanced at it casually and saw that there were at least twenty cartons of cigarettes inside. He gave Tang Dashan a look, and Tang Dashan reached out and took them, making the fat man grin from ear to ear.

"Thank you, Chairman Sun. The truck is already full, so we won't keep you from sorting the supplies any longer."

I'll come find you after dark.

"Sure! I'll wait for you at the property management building."

Seeing Shenhe turn to leave, the men who had been leading the instigation in the crowd couldn't hold back any longer. They put down the supplies they were carrying and strode out of the crowd.

The leader was a middle-aged man with an honest-looking face named Zhang Wei.

His face was full of sorrow, his shoulders slumped, and he looked as if he had suffered unspeakable pain and injustice.

"Mr. Shen, we have something to say!"

Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to look, and the scene instantly fell silent.

Sun Qi sensed something was wrong and frowned as he looked at the honest-looking man. "Zhang Wei, let's talk about this later."

He knew in his heart that although there was a safe way to dispose of the body, Shenhe's skills were unfathomable, and now was definitely not the time to ruin the relationship in public.

Sun Qi thought that if he spoke up, Zhang Wei would give him some face, so he reached out to grab his arm.

But these people were blinded by greed and wouldn't listen to any advice. Zhang Wei simply dodged his hand and showed no mercy whatsoever.

Sun Qi was stunned on the spot. The group of confidants behind him who had always supported him also frowned and stared at Zhang Wei and his group with dissatisfaction.

Zhang Wei stepped forward, and the twenty-odd people following behind him also stepped forward, forming a united front.

They were driven by greed and were incited.

Looking at these people, even a fool would understand what they had been discussing behind his back.

He gave Zhang Wei and his group a serious look, making them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Then, to their disbelief, he changed his position and led his people to the Shenhe River.

The scene suddenly turned into a three-way standoff.

Displayed on the system map.

Shenhe and Tang Dashan's gang, gold and green dots.

Zhang Wei's group is represented by red dots, while Sun Qi and the remaining men and women are represented by green and white dots.

Sun Qi and his close associates were all marked with white spots.

Although Sun Qi sided with him, he didn't treat them as friends, and on the surface, he still gave the impression that he had a good relationship with Shenhe.

Those who complained about him doing nothing but taking a lot of goods while he was moving them were the green dots.

The person who always had a smile on his face was marked with a red dot.

Shenhe River feels interesting; people's hearts are truly fascinating.

Zhang Wei turned his gaze away from Sun Qi and looked at Shen He, who stood ramrod straight with his hands in his pockets.

His expression was conflicted, and his tone was hesitant, "Mr. Shen, I know what I'm about to say is inappropriate... but I still..."

Shenhe interrupted him calmly, saying, "Don't say things that are inappropriate."

Zhang Wei stared, speechless. How could this man surnamed Shen be so rude? How could he interrupt someone's speech?

Zhang Wei, shameless as ever, ignored Shenhe's interruption, took half a step forward, his brows furrowed, looking troubled yet concerned for everyone else.

"Mr. Shen, I still have to say this."

There were dozens of us, young and old, all struggling to survive in this apocalypse. We had just risked our lives to clear out zombies and guard the walls; no one had been idle.

"Now, the best supplies are mostly taken by the three of you, leaving us only with junk that can't be stored. To be honest, everyone's feeling really upset."

As soon as Zhang Wei finished speaking, a man behind him immediately chimed in, "That's right, most of the zombies outside were killed by our group. We put in the effort, so why should you get the best supplies in the supermarket first?"

We have dozens of people; in terms of numbers and effort, in what way are we inferior to you? In my opinion, the supplies should be divided equally among everyone, one share for each person!