Immediately, someone opposed the plan. "No way! It's too dangerous!" Natasha argued back, "At the pace we're going today, it'll take us at least five days to reach our destination! Do we have enough food for five days? No, we don't! Today is a great opportunity to replenish our supplies!" "Food shortage..." The others exchanged glances and quickly made up their minds. "Yes, we should take advantage of the chaos tonight to grab some food." "Let's not get too close; it shouldn't be too dangerous." "If we encounter danger and get separated, gather at the crooked tree to the south." "Sounds good!" Having survived this long, they had robbed plenty already, so they felt little moral hesitation regarding the plan. The six of them quickly packed their bags and made their way towards the convoy. Other survivors nearby harbored different thoughts. Some gathered their belongings, staying put to observe the situation. Others fled decisively into the thicket; even the dangers of the wild were preferable to the risks posed by armed thugs. A small number of groups shared the same intention as the six, quietly heading toward the convoy under the cover of night. ... James Lone took in the surrounding changes. The women had already got up. They nervously listened to the chaos outside while hastily making preparations to leave. Lancy and Shirley Inr Won returned to the tank, organizing the convoy into a straight line. Sofie was ready to activate her abilities at any moment to help the convoy escape. Upon seeing Natasha leave, James said, "You all stay alert. I'll go take a look. If there's any danger, you all leave first; I'll catch up later." Given the rough road, the convoy couldn't go fast, and he could easily catch up. Monroe voiced his concerns, saying, "Master, it's too dangerous outside." James Lone replied calmly, "It's fine." The darker the night, the more his perception abilities stood out. In the darkness, while others couldn't see more than three meters ahead, his vision remained clear! Everyone within a radius of 200 meters could not escape his notice. This was a tremendous advantage. James arranged for the women and then activated his phasing ability, slipping through the ground beneath the convoy while heading toward Natasha. He had no habit of leaving loose ends. Since this woman had displayed strong hostility, she had to be dealt with. ... Thud! Eddy Lone killed a man, snatching the backpack the man clutched tightly. Opening it, he found only a pack of instant noodles. "Shit! Barren bastard!" Eddy spat disdainfully. He aimed his gun at the remaining survivors, grinning maliciously, "Hand over your bags immediately! Let me search!" Dozens of people trembled in fear, facing a group of armed thugs. Who dared to resist? "Please, that's all the food we have. If you take it all, we'll starve!" "My things you can take, just leave some milk powder for my child!" "You can eat shepherd's purse!" "I can eat it, but the child really can't!" Thud! A woman and her child were slain. She had struggled to survive all this time, yet it all came to nothing. The remaining survivors fell into complete despair, no longer daring to resist; they wept as they let the robbers take everything. Throughout, the air was thick with cries and screams—nobody noticed what was happening here. Once they finished looting, Eddy Lone managed to acquire a few packs of food. At that moment, a few of his subordinates dragged over five battered survivors. "Eddy, this woman was sneaking around! I took her down and brought the rest!" With a shove, Natasha stumbled and fell to the ground. The gun's butt had struck her calf, rendering her nearly unable to walk. As Natasha looked at the bloody scene before her, she shook uncontrollably. Having encountered these people, she mourned Edison's death. He had taken care of her during their journey, which filled her with guilt and anger. It was all Shirley Inr Won's fault! If it weren't for that wretched girl, why would she have had to venture out toward the chaos? If only she'd given her some food, none of this would have happened! Edison's death was entirely her fault! Eddy Lone crouched beside Natasha, lifting her hair to get a better look and grinning lewdly. "Whoa, a bit of charm left! Now tell me, what were you looking at?" Natasha trembled as she stammered, "Big Brother, I was just passing through, I swear." "Just passing by?" Eddy Lone slapped her down, then pulled out a three-edged dagger. Natasha, terrified, cried out, "Big Brother! Don't kill me! I'll tell you something—I saw a convoy! There's plenty of food!" "A convoy? Where's it from?" Eddy Lone asked coldly. One of his men scoffed, "Eddy, don't listen to her nonsense. What vehicle can still drive on the road now?" They had been lurking around the nearby thickets and hadn't encountered any escape routes, so they hadn't heard any news about the armored convoy. Natasha quickly replied, "Really! One tank, two modified RVs, and one Hummer! There are lots of beautiful women on it!" Eddy Lone began to believe her as she spoke with such detail. A tank? A Hummer? It sounded like a military convoy. If there were tanks in the safe zone, Eddy Lone wouldn't dare attack. "Could it be the 910th unit? Why aren't they holed up inside the safe zone?" Seeing hope, Natasha joyfully said, "It's not military; it's a group of survivors. They managed to get vehicles onto the road and drove over! Lots of people know about it!" Eddy Lone was instantly intrigued. If there was a convoy, their future operations would be much safer. And with RVs, at least there would be more places to rest! Not to mention the beautiful women... Eddy Lone pulled out a bottle of clean water, offering it to Natasha, his demeanor softening. "Drink up. Once you're done, tell me more about the convoy." Overjoyed, Natasha gulped down the water. Then, she eagerly added, "Big Brother Eddy, they have guns and have killed quite a few people along the way. You have to be careful when you go!" "Killing with guns?!" Eddy Lone was taken aback, and his mind immediately raced to the killing god. "How did they kill?" Natasha hated to say, "It seems they ran into conflicts on the road. They just argued, and before you know it, they'd killed a dozen people. It's brutal!" Killing over an argument? Eddy Lone breathed a sigh of relief. In an argument, the distances between both sides should be close. It certainly didn't sound like that infamous killing god. How could he have been so lucky? Moreover, given the other's strength, there was no need to endure anything from the 910th unit. He could easily lead a comfortable life anywhere in New York City by himself. Eddy Lone contemplated for a moment and decided to bring his men to check it out. Regardless, a convoy remained an enticing prospect.