Doris was taken aback.

"What! No way! She's been so good to me; she wouldn't do something like that! Besides, I never told her about this. She had a fever, and I just wanted to help her..."

James Lone chuckled.

"The fever was a ruse! Miss Joan never had a fever; her ability is to emit high-temperature flame beams, right? There's a side effect—her body temperature rises quickly. Didn't she tell you? Tsk tsk, Miss Joan told Jack George but didn't mention it to you. What a good best friend."

Doris's mind went blank, and she fell to the ground.

She instinctively didn't want to believe it, but the other party knew what Miss Joan's abilities were, clearly suggesting that Joan had shared it...

With a mix of anger, grievance, and disbelief, Doris said, "But she has saved me so many times!"

James Lone scoffed.

"Don't be foolish, woman. The reason she helped you was to sell you! You're so beautiful; you're a rare commodity!"

It was time to let this woman see the harsh realities of human nature in the apocalypse.

He didn't want a naïve fool around him, as they could potentially ruin everything. After all, kings cannot predict the actions of pawns.

Women like Dale and Lancy George were safer; they made rational judgments during critical situations and could be anticipated.

Naïve fools were another matter. Who knows how their minds worked?

So if Doris remained stubborn, James Lone didn't mind cutting ties with her; it wasn't the first time he had done so.

Doris stared blankly at the ground, feeling like a joke.

James Lone closed the door and left her to figure things out. A prompt from the system popped up: 【Ding! Shirley Inr Won consumed a pack of Tianwenwa spicy strips, refunding 1700 packs! They've been added to the personal storage.】

James Lone glanced at it and felt relieved; the shelter was safe.

This was a rule he had arranged with Shirley Inr Won.

If there's no trouble, every six hours Shirley Inr Won would eat a pack of Tianwenwa spicy strips.

If danger arose, she would immediately eat a pack of Weilong brand.

He would rush back to rescue her.

...

In another room, laden with all sorts of delicious food, the atmosphere was hazy with smoke. Several men were enjoying their cigarettes.

While the survivors outside could barely get a meal, the upper echelons of 910 were smoking and drinking.

At Aron Scott's feet knelt a beautiful woman, cautiously massaging his thighs.

At that moment, the door swung open, and a man in a suit hurried in.

The man, Ley, was the head of the black market and also Aron Scott's right-hand man.

Ley bowed slightly and said, "Boss! Boss! I have news!"

Aron Scott immediately sat up, patting the woman's cheek.

"Go wait for me in the bedroom."

The woman quickly got up and left.

The others also straightened their postures.

Ley waited for the door to close before whispering, "It's confirmed; Jack George will be at the auction tonight. He's said to be selling 1,000 bottles of water."

"1,000 bottles of water! Hmph! Quite a generous offer!" Aron Scott's eyes gleamed with greed.

Ever since Jack George began selling water, Aron Scott had set his sights on him.

Currently, there were only a few hundred stalls, with others engaging in small-scale trade while Jack George was wholesaling, standing out distinctly.

Moreover, he was selling the most precious item—pure water!

The 910 settlement didn't produce water.

Aside from the upper echelons enjoying stored beverages, everyone else was drinking bitter mushroom water.

And the warehouse reserves of drinks were dwindling, approaching depletion; even the upper echelons would soon be drinking mushroom water.

This information was highly confidential, and outsiders had no clue.

Despite the public availability of mushroom water in the 910 settlement, the higher-ups were very resistant to it; no one knew if it contained chronic toxins.

Even if they didn't experience issues temporarily, prolonged consumption could lead to problems.

So Bruce Scott and the other high-ranking officials were anxious to find new drinking water.

In this context, Jack George's sudden wholesale offer of water caught Aron Scott's attention.

Aron Scott was familiar with this old fellow, Jack George.

In the peaceful times, he had transacted with Bruce Scott a few times, and he had dealt with Jack George multiple times then too.

However, at that time, Jack George was a wealthy magnate from the Magic Sea City, while the Zhu family was just a local gang; they were not on the same level, and their relationship was distant at best.

But the situation was different now.

The Zhu family had seized control of the 910 settlement, becoming a powerful player.

Jack George was now a destitute man, a stray dog without a home.

Upon seeking out Bruce Scott, the latter granted him a business license due to their past connection.

Unexpectedly, that guy managed to acquire a large supply of pure water!

This was something precious!

Aron Scott licked his lips, asking, "Have you figured out where the pure water is coming from?"

Ley whispered, "Not yet. Jack George's people are all holed up at home, so no water transportation has been spotted. The only thing we found was he sent a woman to an ability user but no other activity."

"I've dispatched people to stake out Jack George's house. After he finishes selling those 1,000 bottles tonight, he'll likely go out to transport more water; otherwise, he won't be able to sell tomorrow. We can follow his trail and find out."

"Very well; tonight, have your people buy his water, and keep a close eye on him. I want to see where he's getting this water from!" Aron Scott's eyes sparkled.

Jack George dared to sell water by the thousand, which indicated he had a substantial stock.

It was truly puzzling.

Where could it come from?

The 910 troops had already scoured every warehouse, supermarket, and logistics center within a three-kilometer radius.

Nearby, there shouldn't be a substantial supply of bottled water left.

Aron Scott couldn't figure it out, so he decided not to dwell on it; tonight's events would provide answers.

"What about that ability user? Has he registered?"

"Not registered." Ley inquired, "I found the landlord, and the tenant is a handsome young man named Duon, likely an alias. Should we send someone to check him out?"

"No need." Aron Scott waved his hand dismissively.

The fact that the other party wasn't registered wasn't worth bothering over.

Many ability users remained unregistered.

Besides, that was Omar Scott's task, not his; he couldn't be bothered.

Aron Scott casually stated, "Looks like that ability user also enjoys women; he's one of us, haha! Let's put that aside for now, the main business is what matters. Have someone keep an eye on him.

Once we capture Jack George and get our hands on the water, I'll pay him a visit and if he has some nice women, we can share the fun! Haha!"

As long as he found a large supply of pure water, he could show off in front of Bruce Scott!

Let's see if Taylor's women still say I'm up to no good!

Aron Scott thought about Teresa Taylor's beauty, and his anger flared up.

However, he didn't dare to use force on Teresa Taylor.

That woman was simply too formidable!

Only days after joining the ability user battalion, she had single-handedly thrashed more than a dozen ability users who weren't him or Masket.

She was steadily becoming the top powerhouse in the 910 base.

Aron Scott had witnessed Teresa Taylor in action, and he was thoroughly terrified—he didn't want to court disaster.

He stood up and went to the bedroom to vent his frustrations with the woman there.





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