My Apocalypse Territory

Moustache didn't forget their main purpose, their gazes constantly sweeping their surroundings.

He noticed that the number of customers paying with cards was not small. This method of card payment was similar to pre-apocalypse and was even more efficient. After the bar staff took the card, it only took less than two seconds to hand it back.

Since he couldn't observe closely, Moustache couldn't figure out the mechanism behind it. However, even in Heng City Sanctuary, there wasn't such a complete electronic payment system, not to mention, most Awakeners would rather hold Source Crystals tightly in their hands than charge them into a "virtual" account.

Here, however, he noticed that survivors who used Source Crystals or translucent banknotes used to look at those cardholders with a tinge of envy in their eyes.

Moustache tapped his fingers on the translucent banknote, "This banknote is unexpectedly tough, even if I wanted to destroy it, I'd need to use eighty or ninety percent of my strength. And they are very thin; a big stack of them takes up hardly any space at all and has little weight, making it very suitable for carrying."

Whether it's cards or banknotes, you could tell they weren't made carelessly. It would probably be extremely difficult to counterfeit this kind of banknote.

It represented that Green Shadow had a complete currency system.

The other two leaders had also seen the clues, and their gazes gradually became grave.

In their hearts, they had elevated Green Shadow from a small sanctuary with a bit of strength to a level that could compete with big sanctuaries in some aspects. But it didn't bother them much. After all, the goods they brought from Heng City were selling very well. They could probably unload most of the remaining goods here without the trouble of going elsewhere.

Moustache and the other two leaders talked in low voices, deciding to find the Sanctuary Commander to discuss things after they finished their drink.

Minutes went by,

Half an hour passed,

An hour later...

Moustache and his companions' tabletop was covered with numerous empty glasses; their faces were flushed with the beginnings of drunkenness.

'One more drink, just one more drink, and then we'll do our business!'

Moustache thought to himself.

However, he was a man who loved his drink, and since the apocalypse, he had mostly had to settle for inferior alcohol. It had been a long time, and once his thirst was triggered, he couldn't stop himself at all.

Besides, the alcohol here was so cheap that not drinking felt like a loss. If he missed this chance today, who knows when would be the next time he could come to Green Shadow.

Thinking of the ordinary survivors, who could come to the bar every day for drinks and melons, meeting a beauty like the landlady, and then thinking of himself, who had struggled to gain a certain status, he wondered what kind of life he was leading every day?

If it wasn't for the sake of his great pursuit, Moustache even had the impulse to stay here.

The others were even more resolute in their decision to drink to their hearts' content tonight!

...

Night Bar was getting busier, the booths and scattered tables were nearly filled with customers, and even the bar was packed. The staff had long been too busy, and the landlady herself, no longer playing with her cocktail mixing skills, took to serving drinks, her movements fluent and fast.

The sound of people's voices was deafening, and each group discussed what interested them.

Ordinary survivors huddled together, talking about how many bricks they had carried that day, how much money they had earned, and the strong ones boasted about their prowess in brick-carrying, claiming unparalleled skills.

Awakeners talked about their experiences in the wilderness, and any time someone claimed to have killed a Demonized Beast of third layer or above, it would draw exclamations from those around. No matter the methods used, the body materials of a high-level Demonized Beast were like extraordinary medals of honor.

Even more Awakeners were discussing the day's changes in the adventurer guild; they had a covetous look for the new items released, and those who had recently been promoted to two-star adventurers and exchanged for new equipment or items became the objects of everyone's respect.

Those with slightly good relations unabashedly thickened their faces, hoping to borrow and play with the items.

The few who dawdled every day, hesitating about whether to register with the adventurer guild, were even more regretful.

If they had known earlier, they wouldn't have considered going to the Lindong Sanctuary!

At the bar,

Moustache and the others listened carefully; they had a purpose, it wasn't just about the drinking!

Indeed, by sitting here a bit longer, they overheard a lot of useful information.

Moustache thought this as he watched the ripples in his glass.

"But Puppets? Scrolls? What are those things? Could it be Green Shadow's special terminology?"

He didn't understand; the surrounding noise was too loud to obtain more detailed information. However, for some reason, Moustache felt an uneasy sensation.

Suddenly, a voice came from the entrance of the bar.

"What a lousy bar! Not even a single seat available!"

The voice was loud, nearly deafening.

Moustache was startled into sobriety, the drunken haze dispersing in an instant. He turned his head and looked towards the door.

Several Awakeners walked in from the entrance, led by a muscular, big man with sharp eyes and thick eyebrows. The phrase "a pair of bushy eyebrows and large eyes" was quite apt for the big man.

However, Moustache and the other several people in their party suddenly had their pupils shrink.

"Damn it, how did Soulfire end up here too? Are they not going to leave us even a little soup to drink?"

Soulfire Mercenary Corps was ranked second in Heng City Mercenary World.

Yet even as an eternal second place, they were an undeniably huge force, streets ahead of the top-ranking Storm Mercenary Group that could crush them.

This was the gap in hard power.

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Therefore, it was out of necessity that they had to leave Lindong to seek another way out. They had already made a decent start in a few small Sanctuaries, and now with Green Shadow being so powerful, who knows, they might be able to take all their goods…

Moustache could never have imagined he'd run into people from the Soulfire here. Even if the team was led only by a deputy of Soulfire, their power was enough to crush the three of them.

Suddenly, the enjoyment of drinking was gone, his face darkened, looking very unpleasant.

The bushy-browed big man also recognized them, and looked at them with great interest, bringing with them an indescribable pressure.

It was not only a pressure of strength but also the pressure brought about by the backing of the Soulfire Mercenary Corps.

"Who would have thought we'd find you guys here, too bad, Green Shadow has quite the wealth and our Commander has already taken a keen interest in it. Several carts of goods are on their way here, as for you... tsk tsk…"

He shook his head, his gaze sweeping around; seemingly intimidated by his aura, the previously noisy bar suddenly quieted down, even some customers in the corner sipping their drinks in silence stopped.

Those seated near the door, overwhelmed by this aura, couldn't help but move away to a farther distance.

Moustache and his companions gritted their teeth, their faces showing anger.

They wanted to talk tough, but hesitated and couldn't speak.

At that moment, a cold voice came from behind.

"This is my territory. Don't interfere with my business!"

…

…

Lorraine slapped the tabletop with a bang; she still had restraint, knowing that if she broke the table, the repair costs would inevitably be deducted from her salary and refrained from smashing it into pieces.

Yet that slap and her words, in the suddenly quiet Night Bar, were strikingly loud.

In an instant, many eyes subconsciously shifted from the bushy-browed big man to the beautiful bar owner.

The bar burst into noise again.

"Boss lady's got guts! I almost couldn't speak just now."

"Me too, that thick-browed guy, his presence was too overwhelming. I was close just now and felt it most, still shaken by it."

"Isn't anyone worried about the boss lady? Those guys don't look easy to provoke; we should call the Patrol Team over quickly."

They didn't dare to speak too loudly.

Yet their voices still reached the ears of Soulfire's deputy.

His thick brows furrowed, and his sharp gaze swept over Moustache and his group, landing on the boss lady, "Stupid woman, don't…"

Before he could finish, Lorraine behind the bar had already vanished.

The bushy-browed big man's pupils trembled, and instinctively raised his hands to guard himself.

The next second.

Boom!

He was sent flying out from the entrance, spinning like a top, crashing dozens of meters away into a pit dug out of the ground.

Turning into a grey-browed big man.

"Big brother!"

"Deputy group leader!"

The members of Soulfire were shocked, drawing their weapons and guarding against Lorraine, who had appeared at the doorway without them noticing.

"What's the matter, looking for a fight? Come on then; I'll see it through to the end."

Lorraine stood with her chest puffed out, speaking fiercely, still holding a beer bottle in her hand.

Feeling overwhelmingly intimidating.

Super fierce!

…

In the distance,

The bushy-browed big man struggled to get up from the ground, pain washing over his arms like waves, a clear footprint branded on his arm.

He stared at Lorraine and walked towards her, stopping not far away.

Covering his arm, his voice still booming, he said, "No, we came to Lindong with friendly intentions, to discuss business with your Sanctuary."

Yet his words made everyone else's jaw drop.

He buckled under pressure so quickly.

What can you do when you can't fight back!

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