Chapter Sixty-One: Picking Up an Airdrop

Don’t be fooled by their numbers—this was nothing more than a mob thrown together in desperation. Their sole leader, Leopard, was dead, and the fleeting courage they’d managed to muster dissolved instantly, like mist before the sun.

“It’s got nothing to do with us!”

“Spare us, heroine, we’re innocent!”

“These women are ruthless—brothers, let’s fight them!”

But before he’d even finished his words, this so-called iron-boned hero had his skull cleaved in two by Fang Xia.

“If you want to kill, just kill. Why do you have to make it so disgusting?”

“I’m used to it... Thought I was fighting zombies again!”

Fang Xia offered a sheepish grin, sheathed her blade, and returned to the edge of the battlefield.

“Enough.”

The women who had been fighting only moments before now swiftly assembled behind Fang Xia, the blood on their clothes telling the tale of what had just occurred.

“Anyone else want to try taking what’s ours?”

Thousands stood in utter silence; not a single person dared to step forward.

“If you want to survive in my territory, each of you pays five first-tier upgrade crystals. Not only will you be given shelter, but we’ll do our best to keep you safe.”

“If you don’t have any crystals—get out!”

Two hundred armed women filed out behind Fang Xia, collecting the protection fees one by one.

Once someone stepped up to pay, a woman from the group led them away to assign their lodging.

Fang Xia’s team had kept their word—pay up, and you’d receive a measure of protection. Seeing this, the majority quickly handed over their crystals. The upgrade crystals that had been earned from Fang Xia in the past few days were now returned to him, doubled, and the people still lived in the very houses they had built themselves.

Those without crystals were shown no mercy and expelled without hesitation.

“Hurry up and start cooking. Make sure everyone gets a hearty meal.”

It was nearly nine o’clock, and the next round of airdrop crates was about to arrive. Compared to the last batch, these would be of even better quality.

With everyone busy after a long night, Fang Xia was determined to seize the initiative and sweep through Dawn City to claim the airdrops before anyone else.

At eight forty, while other teams were still resting, Fang Xia’s harem regiment had already regrouped and set out for Dawn City.

“Liu Rui, take one squad. Bai Xing, take another. Li Xiaochun, you lead a third. The rest follow me. Outside the territories of the other two teams and our own, if anyone tries to snatch what’s ours, kill them on sight.”

Fang Xia was determined to secure the latest airdrop crates for himself.

After a night’s battle, the zombies in Dawn City had been almost entirely wiped out; the streets were deserted.

The harem regiment quickly took control of several main roads, ready to radiate out across the entire city the moment the airdrop crates appeared.

The survivors, exhausted after the night’s ordeal, finally found a moment’s rest.

The entire city seemed to sink into slumber, save for Fang Xia’s harem regiment, moving like shadows through the sleeping metropolis.

At nine o’clock sharp, as before, a rift tore open the sky. Dense clusters of airdrop crates rained down, scattering to every corner.

Fang Xia’s regiment, well-prepared, moved like leopards catching the scent of prey, fanning out to chase down the falling crates.

“Let’s go.”

Fang Xia led a team himself, dispatching squad leaders to their targets the moment the crates landed.

“So many airdrop crates!” one of the women couldn’t help but exclaim.

“No time for that—move! Once the other teams realize, we’ll lose our chance.”

Taking advantage of this precious window, Fang Xia’s team began a frantic sweep. It was less a hunt than simple collection—no zombies, no rivals, just the diligent work of their own hands.

Occasionally, a lucky soul who hadn’t slept through the drop might appear, but alone, they stood no chance against Fang Xia’s well-organized force.

Meanwhile, chaos erupted for the other three groups.

“Wake up! Get everyone together now!” The other teams had barely drifted off when the airdrop began.

“Hurry up! We fought all night and now someone else is going to reap all the rewards!”

Voices urged each other on in frustration.

By quarter past nine, Dawn City—quiet for just an hour—was once again alive with noise, every street echoing with the familiar sound of shouting.

“This crate belongs to the Lone Wolf Gang! Anyone else, get lost!”

“I’m the captain of Dawn City’s Third Unit—this crate is mine. Try and take it if you dare!”

“Out of my way!” One man’s calm command sent the crowd retreating.

Fang Xia’s team could no longer operate as smoothly as at the beginning, but after twenty minutes, they had already emerged as the day’s biggest winners.

“Boss Fang, more and more people are showing up.”

By half past nine, the streets of Dawn City were teeming with people—not just the four major teams, but countless independents hoping to scavenge a crate or two.

“Fall back to the north side of the city.”

Half past nine was the rendezvous time Fang Xia had set in advance—search elsewhere until then, regroup in the north, and then finish sweeping their own territory.

When Fang Xia’s team arrived, the other three squads were already there, locked in a standoff with another group.

The opposing force was sizable—two or three hundred strong. At this stage, only the three great powers could assemble such numbers with ease.

Seeing Fang Xia, her women relaxed, as if their anchor had finally arrived.

“So you’re the captain of the Amazon Regiment?”

Fang Xia turned to the speaker—a scrawny, sharp-faced man with a monkey’s features.

“I’m talking to you! Are you the leader of these women?”

“With your frail frame, can you really handle all these women? Maybe I should help you out, brother.”

At his words, the men behind him burst into laughter, some even whistling in their direction.

Fang Xia already knew who this was. She’d heard rumors before—Lone Wolf Gang’s depraved deputy, known as Lustful Monkey, infamous throughout Dawn City for his cruelty, especially toward women. The prettier they were, the more he enjoyed tormenting them. Not only that, but he had a taste for married women, earning himself many enemies.

Despite countless people wanting him dead, he’d managed to survive in the previous life of Dawn City.

But today...

Lustful Monkey was still swaggering when suddenly, as if sensing something, he grabbed a man next to him and shoved him forward.

A cold gleam flashed—blood sprayed.

“You dare attack me?” Lustful Monkey roared in rage. “Once I get my hands on you, I’ll make you taste my latest techniques!”

Bai Xing missed her mark and immediately retreated. This monkey truly had some skill—he could sense even Bai Xing’s stealth approach.

Li Xiaochun, blade in hand, stepped forward. The insults from this group had long since stoked her fury, but with Fang Xia absent, she’d held back. Bai Xing’s attack made it clear Fang Xia had given the order.

As Bai Xing withdrew, Li Xiaochun moved up, and a chaotic melee was about to explode.

“Enough!”