I set up a shelter organization

Chapter 176 This tone is like the deadly king of hell

However, when some news came from other gathering places one after another.

These gathering places asked them in panic: "Have you ever seen those terrifying monsters?"

Faced with this series of inquiries, their doubts were gradually confirmed. There really was a group of ferocious and terrifying mutant monsters in the wilderness.

At the same time, Bai Zuo and Mi Lan are still working tirelessly to hunt down the escaped members of the Blood Feast.

They inevitably come into contact with people from this world's gathering place.

Because most of the Blood Feast members who escaped fled into various gathering places, blended in and hid.

They wanted to use the shelter of the gathering place to escape the enemy's pursuit.

They have a good idea.

If it were any other organization, they would surely not offend people from various gathering places just for a few escaped remnants.

However, the Heterodox Society had no such concerns at all.

The white leftist wore a black wide-collared long-sleeved shirt that revealed his beautiful collarbone, and slim-fitting cropped motorcycle harem pants. A few ribbons were lazily dotted on the trouser legs, adding a bit of handsomeness to him.

This outfit makes him look like a rebellious handsome boy.

It attracted the attention of a group of girls gathered there.

"He's so handsome!"

"With that kind of aura and the clothes he's wearing, could he be the young master from the central gathering place?"

In the apocalypse, materials were scarce, and the clothes they wore were rough, all made of animal fur of the same style.

There is no way. There is too little land available for cultivation, and all of that land must be used to grow high-yield crops such as rice, potatoes, etc. that are edible for humans.

The only people who can afford to wear clothes made of this kind of cotton are the high-ranking people in the central gathering place who have a lot of resources.

A group of girls and women gathered around.

They tried their best to show themselves, but because of the lack of water, they were always unkempt and their body smell was definitely not very good.

But they also try their best to clean themselves up and show their best side to the white left.

In the end.

Everyone has a hard time, especially women. Beautiful women will become resources and be snatched away by the upper class.

Even if women are not very pretty, they still have reproductive value.

Therefore, they will be bought and sold like commodities. In this doomsday, their status is very low, and unless they have powerful military force, they cannot guarantee their own safety.

Perhaps the white leftists from a large gathering place are their only chance to change their fate.

Once they are noticed by white leftists, they can escape from this miserable life that is like hell.

There was hope in the eyes of these women.

White leftists have become their only hope.

The white leftist had a cold expression and did not show much impatience or disgust towards the women who surrounded him.

Compared to those men who often beat them up and verbally abuse them, the attitude of white leftists is quite friendly.

Despite this, he clearly had no interest in the group of women surrounding him.

"Hey handsome guy, do you want to try it with me for one night? As long as you try it, you will definitely enjoy it~"

"Handsome boy, choose me. I can wash clothes, cook, clean and tidy up the house. I can also hunt and mend clothes. I will definitely take good care of you."

They just want to survive in this hell and live more like human beings.

The white left glanced at them.

These people all have some scars on their bodies, and years of malnutrition have made them very thin.

They were wearing ill-fitting, messy clothes, some of them even just had a few pieces of cloth hanging on them.

They are lucky that this gathering place is not so inhumane and tolerates them living here.

As long as they are willing to work, they can get something to eat. Although they cannot eat their fill, at least they will not starve to death.

"Call the leader of your gathering place."

The white left found a man who looked like he was in a leadership position. Judging from his dress and temperament, he should be a caravan captain.

The caravan leader was startled, then said happily, "Excuse me, which base are you from? What do you want to see our leader for?"

Bai Zuo sighed. He didn't bother explaining and directly stated his purpose: "Your gathering place is sheltering a group of members of the Blood Feast Armed Forces who are wanted by us. Hand them over."

"Blood Feast Armed Forces?" The caravan captain had indeed heard of the reputation of this organization. Everyone in the caravan was very afraid that they would encounter people from the Blood Feast in the wilderness.

Because once they encounter it, it means that the entire caravan will be destroyed.

Then, he asked in surprise, "Why are there members of the Blood Feast Armed Forces in our base?"

"Are you looking in the wrong place? The Blood Feast organization roams the wilderness everywhere. They won't enter any gathering place unless they want to plunder it."

Bai Zuo tilted his head slightly, and a spider appeared on his shoulder. "Did you find it?"

He left the man behind and headed towards the address conveyed by the spiders.

This is the area where the middle class people in this settlement live. The buildings here are much more spacious and brighter than those crowded buildings.

The man hurried over. There were many leaders living here, and they couldn't let the two sides clash with each other.

A group of people just came down from upstairs.

The one who took the lead happened to be the second-in-command of the Blood Feast Armed Forces.

When he saw Bai Zuo, he was stunned at first and did not recognize him at first.

After all, Bai Zuo was standing on the tall spider head at that time, and was some distance away from them.

They are so scared that they are almost dying. Who has the time to care about what white leftists look like?

Bai Zuo smiled at him and said, "I found you."

The second-in-command was stunned: "Looking for me? Who are you?"

White Left: “Did you forget so quickly?”

The second-in-command frowned and thought. If he had seen this face, he would never forget it. Moreover, the other party obviously seemed to recognize him. Could it be someone he had met at the Blood Banquet?

Wait, why does this voice sound so familiar?

The more the second-in-command looked at the white left, the more hairs began to grow on his back.

This dark and depressing temperament, this tone like that of the King of Hell.

The second-in-command's face changed. He suddenly pulled his subordinate over, pushed him out, and ran away.

Damn it! Why the hell was he found even though he was hiding here?

The white leftist leaned slightly sideways.

The subordinate who was pushed over collided with the caravan captain who was catching up with him.

"Ouch!"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you bumping into people?"

The caravan leader complained.

But the person who bumped into him looked as if he had seen a ghost, and stood there in a daze with fear.