The next morning, after fighting late into the night yesterday, Vikram, who had just gotten out of bed, stretched vigorously.

While yawning, he didn’t forget to touch his back.

Feeling the smoothness of his back, the burns from last night had clearly healed almost completely.

He went to the warehouse and took out several precise machines that were not very useful.

These were all freely acquired from the Hospital; to others, they were a pile of scrap metal.

But to him, they were much more valuable than ordinary metal, although he currently had no way to repair such things.

However, these items had a very high recycling price; often, a small piece of equipment could fill the daily item recycling quota.

[Plant Essence +100]

He rested on the sofa for a while, checking the activity in the chat channel.

Soon after, Sophia, Divya and Anjali also came out of their rooms.

From the dark circles under their eyes, it was clear that they hadn’t slept very well last night.

The reason was that not much information was obtained from the severed arm Vikram cut off yesterday.

Besides learning that the leader of the opposing territory was named Snape, all that remained was the conversation about why he was targeted.

The Survivors who collected protection fees, after the last time he annihilated the Savage Wolf Shelter, were people under this territory.

The current situation was that the location of his territory was known to the other party, but he didn’t know the location of their territory.

Plus, they had the ability to make their own crude explosives; although the power wasn’t great, being targeted by these people was indeed troublesome.

If a bomb were suddenly thrown, the explosion itself would be minor, but attracting zombies would be the real problem.

"One must be strong to strike iron." He sighed.

Although the other party can’t do anything to him, since he already has his defence. And also his wall was guarded by ten people, which he had brought previously.

And ten others were looking over his farmland and pets.

But still, he didn’t want to get in trouble with those neighbours, since he had also planned to return back to the Hospital ruin.

—

Two days later, in a forest nestled by mountains and water.

Inside a territory that resembled a castle.

Snape was sitting in the hall of the house, his face gloomy, his fingers tapping erratically on the table, as if something was bothering him.

Just then, a survivor rushed in through the front door, hurrying to his side.

Seeing his panicked expression, Snape’s brow twitched.

Realizing something, he rested his chin in his hand and simply asked, "Scott, after all these days, is there still no news from Karen and his group?"

"Ol-old boss, Karen and his group... are dead."

Snape’s entire body trembled.

"What? Who did you say died?" In the bright room, the wooden board on the table was slammed with a thunderous sound. "Say that again?"

The messenger Survivor immediately knelt on the ground at this sight, his face pale as he spoke, "Last night, we secretly snuck to the outside of that kid’s territory, and we found their clothes nearby."

As he spoke, as if afraid of what Snape might do, he swallowed and instinctively took half a step back.

"It looks like they were completely devoured by zombies."

After hearing the Survivor’s words, Snape’s facial expression became somewhat distorted, and his hand tapped the table even more frequently.

The next second.

"Boom!" The entire solid wood table was instantly overturned, crashing heavily in front of the survivor named Scott.

He saw the table was not far from his head, but he dared not take another step back.

"Are you saying that the scouts I spent so much effort cultivating couldn’t even outrun zombies?"

"When we went there, we found many footprints and zombie corpses. They must have been surrounded by a horde of zombies and died."

Scott, knowing the seriousness of the matter, immediately tried to make amends, hoping to calm Snape down.

Unexpectedly, the explanation only made Snape’s veins bulge on his forehead, and a terrifying killing intent instantly appeared in his eyes.

"A horde of zombies? They’ve been lurking around that kid’s place for so long, why are we only hearing about a horde of zombies now?"

"This... I don’t know either, but it’s true."

Then, as if remembering something, he continued, "Oh, right, Karen sent a message a few nights ago saying that there were only four people and one child in the other party’s territory. I don’t know if it’s true."

Hearing this, Snape slowly closed his eyes, but his fists clenched, grinding audibly.

Then he spoke in a cold and gloomy voice, "Send more men to stake out the place again. This time, send a dozen brothers together."

"As long as the other party dares to leave the territory, we’ll wipe out his entire home."

"If you encounter those three women, capture them alive. After the brothers have had their fun, bury them in the dirt as sacrifices for the six brothers who died!"

"As for that Vikram, I will personally torture him and let him know the consequences of angering me, Snape."

"And what about that family I told you to recruit earlier? How are they doing? Have they been brought under our command?"

At this, Scott immediately straightened his back and stood up.

"Soon. They’re almost unable to pay the resources we’re collecting. This way, they won’t be able to avoid joining our territory."

"Hehe, boss, speaking of which, that group of people is quite strong. If we bring them in, our high-level combat power will increase by several members."

Hearing this, Snape’s face softened slightly, and he waved his hand, signaling him to retreat.

After Scott left, he narrowed his sharp eyes, a glint of sharpness occasionally flashing within them...

—

While Snape had already arranged a group of subordinates to ambush Vikram, in the warm mountain territory, Vikram was still leisurely crossing his legs.

His head rested on her exclusive thigh, comfortably enjoying the pleasure of the lap pillow.

These past two days, he had originally planned to find Snape’s territory.

But was unsuccessful, even though Phanty was searching for it, still didn’t find the territory, and also from time to time, 20-30 zombies appeared in his territory, and he needed to clean them.

However, he hadn’t been idle during this time. For example, he had planted all the seeds he bought earlier.

Crops connected to a water source are growing rapidly.

"Right, what about the gasoline, diesel, engine oil, and feed I asked you to buy from the market earlier?" Vikram reached out and poked the three people staring at the Survival Platform, asking.

Hearing this, the two first recalled, then sighed.

"What’s wrong? Is no one selling these things on the market?" Seeing this reaction, Vikram immediately realized that the progress was probably not going smoothly.

He immediately sat up straight, his brows slightly furrowed.

Seeing Vikram get serious, the two shook their heads simultaneously.

Divya spoke first, "It’s not that no one is selling; there are quite a few sellers of fuel, but..."

As she spoke, she paused, looking at Vikram with her smooth, full forehead.

"Just say what’s on your mind. Problems can only be solved if they’re brought up, right?"

Looking at her somewhat embarrassed expression, Vikram took her fair hand, gently stroked it once, and said in a gentle tone.

"It’s just... the prices of these fuels are too high, and we can’t get the price down at all."

"If we were to exchange the vegetables stored in our warehouse for those materials, we could only get about two hundred liters of oil at most, which wouldn’t be worth it at all."

"Mhm, mhm, it’s the same for me here, the price is too high, but it’s not as outrageous as Divya’s side, there’s still hope to haggle."

"I’m negotiating with them right now, and maybe I can finalize it today." Anjali said with a serious expression, waving her fist.

"Same with me," Sophia also replied.

Upon hearing this, Vikram breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as these fuels can still be traded on the market, it’s fine. Feed isn’t particularly important; if the worst comes to worst, he can plant forage grass or something, which can also solve the problem.

But fuel is different; after all, he currently has no other channels to acquire this resource.

The diesel stored in the warehouse before was only about two hundred liters; this amount, if poured into his minivan’s fuel tank, would only be enough to fill four tanks at most.

Not to mention these were all diesel, gasoline was even less, all accumulated from opening boxes before. Although due to his both Bike and RV, he didn’t require the diesel, gasoline or petrol. But still saving them was a good strategy.

mount of vegetables he allocated to Divya for trading was indeed not too much, about a hundred kg in total.

After all, besides these fuels, other materials also needed to be traded, and some had to be kept for himself to eat.

In that case, the amount of fuel that could be traded would indeed not be enough.

Rubbing his chin, Vikram was contemplating solutions to the problem, and the atmosphere was somewhat silent for a moment.

But this scene, in Divya’s eyes, made her subconsciously believe that she had messed up.

Looking at the silent Vikram, she lowered her head, clenching her fists in self-reproach, her knuckles turning white.

"I’m sorry, I’ll find a way to make them lower the price again." Her head was almost touching her chest as Divya whispered.

Meanwhile, Vikram had just had a thought, and seeing Divya like this, he was immediately charmed by her actions.

He liked it when the usually aloof Divya showed such a demure, wife-like expression.

Reaching out and pinching her smooth, tender cheek, Vikram’s face curved into a smile.

"Hehe, well, since you made a mistake, you have to accept punishment." As he spoke, regardless of what Divya, Sophia and the nearby Anjali thought, he caught her off guard and instantly pressed his lips against her rosy ones.

"Mmm!"

Divya, who was caught off guard by the surprise attack, couldn’t understand why the plot had taken such a turn, but she ultimately closed her eyes.

She was completely unaware that this time it wasn’t a secret, clandestine affair in the room, but rather a public display of affection right in front of Anjali.

This infuriated Anjali, who was sitting right next to the two of them.

Her modest chest heaved up and down, and then she forcefully pulled Vikram, who was stuck to Divya like a plaster, away.

"Hey, weren’t we just talking about serious matters? Why did you suddenly start this nonsense?"

With the two separated, Divya, being lectured by her good friend like this, couldn’t help but blush, turning her head away to avoid her gaze.

As for Vikram, of course, he couldn’t be shy; instead, he raised an eyebrow.

"Such a big person? Doesn’t feel that big~" Vikram chuckled, brazenly glancing at Anjali.

Noticing Vikram’s gaze, a flush crept up her cheeks, and she stammered, "You...where are you looking?"

Seeing that he had been discovered, Vikram could only catch her in his embrace, and murmured in her ears, "I am looking at your big white rabbits."

Before she could say anything, he put his lips on her and started kissing her.

The last only Sophia was left, but after kissing Anjali, he also didn’t let her go.

Soon, he brought the three girls inside the bedroom.

First their clothes flew away, following by they all feels Vikram started loving them.

And one by one, each girl started moaning his name with love.

—

"Well, many survivors have also started planting crops recently, so it’s not your fault if the recycling prices are too expensive. Just do your best with procuring materials."

"As for the fuel, I’ll figure something out."