80: Chapter 80 The boss of trash is trash too.

In the heavy rain, inside a stone house of the 03 Tribe.

Several leaders or capable subordinates of core Tribes stood before him.

"Alliance Leader, are you really... going to visit the 01 Tribe in person? To find that Qi Yun?"

A man couldn't help but speak, his voice hoarse.

Yu Jie nodded slowly: "The intensity of this zombie crisis is greater than the last one... I don't know if we can survive it."

"We must unite all forces that can be united. And the 01 Tribe..."

Another middle-aged man couldn't help but say:

"You saw the attitude that Qi Yun had in the channel! Arrogant, conceited, he didn't even give you or Wang Chong any face! How could they possibly cooperate with us?"

"That is right, Alliance Leader. Our Orderly Alliance is the faction with the most people, why bother lowering ourselves to suck up to him?"

"No matter how strong the 01 Tribe is, they only have a few dozen people. What good can they do?"

The crowd discussed, mostly holding opposing or skeptical views.

Yu Jie listened in silence. When the discussion subsided, he spoke again.

"Everyone, what we are facing now is not a struggle for power, nor a battle of egos. It is survival."

"At a time like this, I want to strive for any hope that might increase our chances of survival."

"As for whether the 01 Tribe has the ability to change the course of the battle..." Yu Jie paused, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"I want to believe."

The stone house was silent.

The next morning.

The Orderly Alliance, twenty-five people, led by Yu Jie.

The Prosperous Alliance, only ten people, led by Wang Chong.

In a forest clearing two or three miles away from that eye-catching stone house of the 01 Tribe, the two groups met for the first time.

Wang Chong looked at the refined Yu Jie opposite him, a flash of contempt and disgust in his eyes, and sneered:

"President Yu? What a coincidence. Why, can't you manage your Orderly Alliance, and you've come to this wilderness to take a stroll?"

Yu Jie frowned slightly, but his face maintained basic courtesy, and he replied calmly:

"Isn't Leader Wang here as well? The feeling is mutual. As for the purpose of the visit... I presume we both know without saying."

"Hmph!" Wang Chong snorted coldly. "Spare me the fancy talk. Are you here to beg for peace, or to probe?"

"Leader Wang jokes," Yu Jie said, unperturbed.

"Surviving in the apocalypse, having one more friend is always better than having one more enemy. My trip here is with sincerity, wanting to talk about the possibility of cooperation with Tribe Leader Qi Yun of the 01 Tribe."

"Cooperation?" Wang Chong acted as if he had heard a joke. "Yu Jie, is your backbone too soft?"

Yu Jie's smile remained unchanged:

"Whether one's backbone is soft or hard depends on who one is facing. In the face of true power, maintaining necessary respect and flexibility is not cowardice, but wisdom."

The two men's gazes collided in the air, and the smell of gunpowder grew stronger.

But in the end, neither had any intention of making a move here.

The two groups, one after the other, wary of each other, yet sharing the same goal, headed towards the grey-white stone house hillside that was gradually revealing its outline in the morning mist.

01 Tribe, inside the stone house.

Under Space Perception, Qi Yun had already sensed the two groups of people.

He whispered to Xia Jin beside him:

"Guests have arrived. Quite a few, in two groups, one after the other, nearly at the bottom of the hillside."

A glint flashed in Xia Jin's eyes: "You rest, let me go meet them."

She stood up nimbly and quickly put on simple clothing.

Many girls followed Xia Jin out of the stone house and came to the relatively gentle slope below the cliff, waiting quietly.

Although the girls were few in number, they were all energetic, with bright eyes, and wearing clean, neat clothes.

They quietly watched the two groups of uninvited guests walking out of the woods.

This scene startled Wang Chong, Yu Jie, and the others as they approached.

This was a survival island where resources were scarce and crises lurked everywhere!

Not a resort from peaceful times!

Most survivors were struggling on the poverty line, ragged, sallow, and thin, their eyes filled with exhaustion and fear.

But the girls of the 01 Tribe before them had rosy complexions, clear and spirited eyes, clean clothes, and were even... a bit excessively refined!

A glint of brilliance flashed in Yu Jie's eyes.

Wang Chong frowned even tighter, his wariness deepening by another notch.

The two groups stopped more than ten meters away from the girls.

Yu Jie stepped forward, a gentle smile on his face, bowed slightly, and spoke respectfully:

"Orderly Alliance, Yu Jie, here to visit with allies. I have come today specifically to seek an audience with Tribe Leader Qi Yun."

His attitude was very low, giving enough face.

Seeing this, Wang Chong cursed "hypocritical" in his heart, but he also stepped forward, his tone flat:

"Prosperous Alliance, Wang Chong. Here to see Qi Yun."

His posture was significantly higher than Yu Jie's.

The girls watched them quietly, no one answering immediately.

Chen Xiaolin, standing at the very front of the team, wore a cunning smile on her face and suddenly spoke:

"Oh, the two of you are here to see our Tribe Leader, right? Is that how you come empty-handed?"

As soon as these words were spoken, both Yu Jie and Wang Chong were stunned, and then their brows furrowed in unison.

What was their status?

One was the leader of the largest alliance on the island, and the other was the head of the most infamous Prosperous Alliance!

Leading a team in person was already giving massive face!

Not only was the attitude of this 01 Tribe subordinate disrespectful, but she even dared to ask for "gifts"?

Especially Wang Chong, who was still holding a grudge over Qi Yun's insults in the channel.

At this moment, seeing even a little yellow-haired girl under Qi Yun dare to be so negligent, the anger in his heart flared up instantly.

However, before he could speak, a tall and sturdy trusted subordinate behind Wang Chong could no longer hold back.

"You little brat! How are you talking to our boss?"

The burly man took a sudden step forward, pointing at Chen Xiaolin, his face full of ferocity.

"Watch your attitude."

Chen Xiaolin dug at her ear, then looked at the burly man: "What if I don't watch it?"

The burly man clearly didn't expect this girl to be so brave: "You can try it, girl."

Chen Xiaolin showed an excited expression; finally, someone had come to her.

"You are trash."

"What?!" The burly man was stunned, thinking he had misheard.

"I said," Chen Xiaolin kindly repeated, enunciating clearly, "You, are, trash."

She paused, her gaze sweeping over Wang Chong, whose face had turned livid instantly, and added:

"The boss of trash is also trash."

"Boom—!"

This sentence gave Yu Jie quite a shock; even he wouldn't dare speak to Wang Chong like that!

A little girl from the 01 Tribe actually dared to!

Seeing that Wang Chong didn't show any reaction, the burly man knew he had received tacit approval.

"Looking for death!"

"Careful!"

Someone on Yu Jie's side whispered, seemingly wanting to stop it, but it was too late.

Wang Chong watched coldly.

He wanted to let Qi Yun's people know that insulting him, Wang Chong, came with a price!

Make an example of her!

Chen Xiaolin stood in place, not moving at all, watching the burly man rushing over.

Just as the burly man rushed to within less than a meter of Chen Xiaolin.

Chen Xiaolin moved; she just raised her hand casually.

Then—

"Thud!"

A muffled sound.

The burly man who was aggressive just a moment ago, the next moment slammed heavily onto the grass in front of Chen Xiaolin's feet, twitching all over.

The smile on Wang Chong's face froze, his pupils shrinking sharply.

Yu Jie and the people behind him all widened their eyes, mouths agape, looking horrified.

What happened?

They didn't see how Chen Xiaolin made her move at all!

Chen Xiaolin's smile remained sweet, but the words she said made Wang Chong feel like he had fallen into an ice cellar:

"See, didn't I tell you?"

"Trash is just trash."

"You don't even qualify to make me get serious."