Oil City.

In the city conference room.

There were less than ten people left in the originally overcrowded conference room.

Master Hu picked up the tea cup and was about to drink tea.

"Master Tiger."

Third Uncle's voice sounded, and Master Hu quickly put down the teacup he had just picked up.

"The number of survivors in the trading market has skyrocketed, and more people may come in the future. Our Da Zhangshu base has limited manpower, so we need you to share the burden."

Hearing what Uncle San said, Mr. Hu naturally had no problem. After all, when planning the trading market, we had discussed management issues.

Both parties need to send some people for management, and the profits obtained from the trading market will be divided according to a 19-to-1 ratio.

In addition, the main leaders are still here in Oil City, and they serve as assistants.

"No problem. When the time comes, I will let Chen Er, Tang Ji, and Wu Li take orders from you. If you need anything, just ask."

He knows very well that the current Southern Paradise and Oil City are like grasshoppers on a rope. One is prosperous and the other is damaged.

If the trading market is overrun by zombies, their southern paradise will definitely not survive.

When the third uncle saw Master Hu readily agreeing, he nodded slightly and said:

"Okay, then I'll let Xiao Jun and Dongtai take you to familiarize yourself with the trading market, mainly the order management in the trading market, and the walls of the trading market also need to be guarded."

For Mr. Hu and others, they have sufficient experience in guarding the wall.

"good."

Mr. Hu turned his head to look at Chen Er and Wu Xing, and asked them to cooperate with the work in Oil City in front of his third uncle.

Then the third uncle asked Mr. Hu and the others to go back first and rest for one night at the trading market. They would officially join the security patrol work at the trading market tomorrow.

After Mr. Hu and the others left, only Lao Xie, Li Zhengping and Liu Jinglue were left in the conference room.

The third uncle looked at Li Zhengping and Liu Jinglue, they had not seen each other for quite some time.

The two of them seemed to be more capable.

Li Zhengping looked at the third uncle with some admiration. The scene where the third uncle acted resolutely and quickly handled the trading market just now gave him a great shock.

Sanbo seemed to use his big hands to sort out the chaos in the trading market like a ball of twine in a short period of time.

"What are you two responsible for here now?" Third Uncle asked, looking at the two of them.

Li Zhengping quickly replied:

"Uncle San, I am mainly helping Captain Yi manage the order in the trading market."

The third uncle looked at Liu Jinglue again.

"I am responsible for the information registration in the Wengcheng and the order management in the Wengcheng." After Li Zhengping finished speaking, Liu Jinglue hurriedly continued.

"Um...."

The third uncle nodded slightly, and it was now seven o'clock in the evening.

The trading market door has long been closed.

Remembering the messy scene in the trading market he had just seen from the helicopter, he stood up.

"Let's go to the trading market together."

After saying that, he took the remaining people in the conference room and walked out of the Oil City.

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Trading bazaar.

The lights are bright, and there is no shortage of electricity in the Oil City. There is enough fuel for power generation, so they don't have to worry about power problems at all.

In the trading market, there are a dozen huge searchlights scattered throughout the market.

There are also more than thirty street lights that have been built, emitting dim light.

There are also some searchlights on the wall, shining on the trading market.

When all the lights are turned on, the power consumption is very large.

But usually we don’t turn on so many lights at the same time.

The reason why all the lights were turned on at this time was because Lao Yi, Ant, Jackal and others wanted to catch a few examples of those who violated the ban.

boom!

A gunshot pierced the night sky.

Lao Yi looked at the two groups of survivors in front of him who were locked in a melee with cold eyes.

Changsheng, Gu Long and other dozens of combatants have surrounded this group of people.

But after the gunfire, the two gangs were still fighting and ignored Lao Yi and the others.

"Boss, should we stop for a moment? The person in charge is here."

A man picked up a steel bar that had been sneaked from the construction site and inserted it into the chest of the man opposite.

See blood.

"Stop it, kill these bastards first, and let them compete with us for space!"

"Brothers, beat them to death!"

The boss of one side roared, and his brothers launched a fierce attack on the other side like wolves howling.

They have been here for two days, and today a small force called the Kowloon Party came.

The two forces are arranged in the same building, and the space is limited.

So the members of the Twelve Association took advantage of their large numbers and drove the Kowloon Party members out of the house.

Unexpectedly, the Kowloon Party on the opposite side was not a vegetarian either. The two sides had a scolding battle in the afternoon, and it evolved into a one-on-one confrontation with one person from each force.

But the people of the Kowloon Party did not respect martial ethics, so they secretly picked up bricks and smashed the heads of the members of the Twelfth Association, bleeding them badly.

At this point, conflicts began to break out between the two sides.

At that time, Lao Yi was still having a meeting inside. Now when he came out, he saw the fiercest fighting between the two sides.

The fight between the two gangs also attracted many people.

"Ouch! Let's do it again. Brother, I said it would be fun to come to the trading market. You see, there are good shows here every day."

"Hahaha, I just like dog eating dog. These people are good people. They know we are bored, so they put on a show for us."

"Yes, beat him to death, beat him to death! Oh, look behind you!"

"Who do you think will win in the end?"

"I don't know. There are more people who blindly guess the twelve guilds."

"I have a different opinion than you. Did you see that big guy? He can hit three people alone. These people from the Kowloon Party are really ruthless."

"Holy crap, was that one beaten to death?"

During the fight between the two groups, some people fell down one after another and remained motionless.

After all, they have been living in the apocalypse for several years, and they are usually very ruthless when they start.

That is to say, none of them have any weapons. Otherwise, it is estimated that more than two or three people would fall in such a short period of time.

.....

The battle situation is tense.

The surrounding onlookers gave out one or two cheers from time to time.

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"I said stop! Didn't you hear me?" Lao Yi roared when he saw people on both sides were entangled.

Perhaps it was because the Twelfth Congress had seen several fights recently but the punishments were not very severe, so they ignored Lao Yi.

The jackal standing next to Lao Yi looked a little impatient.

He raised the submachine gun in his hand slightly and reminded:

"The minister means that as long as there is a fight, we will kill them. In fact, there is no need to talk so much nonsense with them."

When Lao Yi heard this, he looked at the two gangs who were still fighting together.

He gritted his teeth and shouted decisively to Changsheng and the others:

"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"

After saying that, he fired the first shot.
To be continued...