Xue Yue walked over and looked at Hei, who was crying bitterly. Her lips moved slightly, as if she intended to use her ability to extract the grief from Hei's heart. But just then, Sun Hang placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Let him cry, he'll feel a bit better after letting it out."

After Sun Hang spoke, he walked to the side of Hei's brother's corpse and squatted down to examine it.

The Hunter was extremely ruthless. The bone spike not only pierced through the throat but also split into two long barbs—one piercing into the brain, the other through the heart... Even if Sun Hang infused him with life force now, it would be hard to bring him back.

Even if Sun Hang could restore the body, Hei's brother would never awaken again.

With Sun Hang's ability, he could at most turn this corpse into a vegetable... Rather than bringing back a soulless shell, it was better to let the deceased rest in peace.

Two people dragged the Hunter's corpse out, leaving a few others to help Hei arrange his brother's body. The remaining people gathered around Ya Qiaoxi and her cart, heading deeper into the tunnel.

A heavy, ton-weight airtight door was pushed open by everyone, and the noise immediately rushed in.

The center hall of the "Spring Breeze" outpost was once the core area of this air-raid shelter. According to the design standards of the time, the Yumen No. 6 air-raid shelter could accommodate up to fourteen thousand refugees during wartime, making the internal space extremely spacious, enough to park several aircraft inside with no problem.

The core area of the shelter had undergone secondary alterations, being divided into several sections. Thick ventilation ducts were fixed to the top of the shelter, connecting all the regions. Warm, cool, and even colored neon lights were used for illumination, placed in every visible corner.

The outpost was filled with various human voices and the roar of diesel generators, presenting a stark contrast to the desolate, silent ruin of the city above.

A metal folding table covered in rust was set near the airtight door, with an unfinished Mahjong game on top. A Hunter rushed to the table in one swift movement, scattering the tiles, shouting loudly, "You've seen the tiles. This game doesn't count, it doesn't count!"

"Why not! I've already formed my hand!" Another Hunter pulled him aside, saying, "With the lousy hand you have, it's your loss. Pay up quickly!"

"Why would I lose! What if I have a lucky run and win all the tiles? Until the last moment..."

"Bullshit, with your bad luck today, could you win all the tiles?" Another Hunter spat and said, "I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death!"

"Do you understand the law of equilibrium? Do you understand when misfortune is followed by good luck?" The Hunter who disrupted the game tried to argue, but a fist as big as a sandbag was already pressed against his nose.

"I'll give you one more chance. Tell me, whose game is this?" The Hunter gripping his shoulder said menacingly.

"No fighting." A man in a suit, claiming to be an accountant, walked over and patted the Hunter who had been threatening.

"Right! You can't hit me! This is Spring Breeze! If you hit me, you'll be breaking the rules!" The Hunter who disrupted the game immediately said.

"Fine, I won't hit you." The Hunter released his fist, sneering, "If you have the guts, stay in Spring Breeze forever and never take a step outside."

The Hunter paused, looked at the three others he had been playing Mahjong with, and eventually chose to yield, sighing, "Alright... This round's on me. As agreed, I owe each of you a Great Wild Goose Pagoda..."

"Not one each, ten each," the Hunter said coldly.

"What do you mean?! Taking advantage to extort me?"

"I'm not extorting you. Now that Mr. Ya is here, cigarettes aren't as precious as they were a few days ago. Yesterday's price for one cigarette can now soon buy ten; the money you'll spend isn't significantly different, right?" The speaking Hunter released his shoulder, stepping back, "If you don't accept this deal, we have no choice but to..."

"I'll accept, I'll accept, okay?"

After this small episode, more and more mercenaries and Hunters began pouring out from different areas of the central hall. Many people loudly inquired about the prices of Ya Qiaoxi's new shipments. Some even stuffed cash into Ya Qiaoxi's hands.

"Everyone, don't rush. I still need to inventory the goods. Tonight at 8:30, just like before, at the usual stall. Come find me then—there's plenty of goods for retail this time, so no need to worry, there's enough for everyone!" Ya Qiaoxi shouted.

"Mr. Ya, you always say there's enough for everyone, but whenever we're even a little late, there's nothing left! I don't believe it!"

"Exactly, the big groups swallow up all the bulk goods, and we lone wolves only get scraps. If we're too slow, there aren't even scraps left, and we're forced to pay high prices elsewhere... Prices in Yumen are already steep, our money doesn't just fall from the sky..."

"I'd rather let Mr. Ya earn the money than let those who profit from hoarding make a fortune." A burly Hunter stood in front of the cart, "Mr. Ya, just tell me the price at which you sold the goods to those people, and I'll pay you fifteen percent more!"