"With that Chen Feng? Isn't he a soldier?" Zhang Yifan said, "We encountered a few survivors while clearing out the zombies, but they weren't in good shape. Chen Feng insisted on saving them, but I wasn't too keen on it. Food and water are scarce—if we take them along, they'll just become dead weight." Shen Yunyun paused for a moment, thinking that as a soldier, Chen Feng's stance was understandable. But Zhang Yifan's choice wasn't wrong either. She had been too naive before, thinking she could be a big hero in the apocalypse and build a new, orderly, civilized world. In reality, even just surviving was a struggle for ordinary people in the end times. "I've brought you some more supplies. Did you manage to collect any gold or silver this time?" "Yes." The two conducted their trade in the adjacent building. Zhang Yifan had indeed gathered a lot of gold and silver—so much that it caught Shen Yunyun off guard. But then she thought about how, before the apocalypse, people's living standards had reached a fairly high level. Every household had some gold or silver, and almost everyone owned a silver bracelet. Collecting this much didn't seem all that strange. Zhang Yifan looked at the fully stocked frozen food in his space and felt a deep sense of security. As the saying goes, with food at home, there's no panic in the heart. After their trade, they went to meet up with Chen Feng and the others. Chen Feng had always assumed Shen Yunyun was from the base, so his attitude toward her hadn't been particularly friendly. But she had left them the laser gun, making it easier for them to fight zombies, and he couldn't help but feel indebted to her. At the same time, he had new speculations about her identity—she must have connections to the highest echelons, otherwise, she wouldn't have access to something like a laser gun. When he left the base, that thing didn't even exist yet. Meeting Shen Yunyun again, his thoughts were complicated. He nodded politely as a greeting. The others also stood up. Shen Yunyun looked them over. Among them were six new faces. There was an elderly man in his sixties, accompanied by two young college students. The other three seemed to be a family—a man who looked like a frail scholar, a woman still in her doctor's uniform, and a little girl around five or six years old. Shen Yunyun's arrival caught everyone's attention. They couldn't help but notice her—she was cleanly dressed, her hair freshly washed, like a girl from before the apocalypse. She handed each of them a bottle of Green Bull, a pack of instant noodles, and a peach, and gave the little girl an extra piece of chocolate. The little girl's eyes lit up, and she said crisply, "Thank you, big sister." Only then did everyone remember to thank Shen Yunyun. After they had all finished eating, she called Chen Feng and Zhang Yifan into the next room for a talk. "Tell me about the points where you disagree," Shen Yunyun began. She hadn't planned to get involved, but the trading center kept requiring follow-ups. She felt the system might be designed to be very humane—helping people to the end, seeing things through completely. Otherwise, why would these people need follow-ups while the Imperial Guard commander didn't? So, to ensure her trading partners fared better, she decided to step in. Chen Feng, as an upright soldier, also had the awareness that taking favors meant being soft-spoken. He immediately spoke up: "Our disagreement is about whether to save people and what kind of people to save—whether to keep pushing outward to eliminate zombies or to hunker down and just survive..."