Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Just as Zhao Weiguo and the others were about to leave, a scout suddenly rushed in and handed him a note.

Commander Zhao unfolded it and saw that it read: "The Xie family in the east of the city has been wiped out, and the new leader is surnamed Lin."

The details of the incident are attached below.

The reason the news arrived so late is entirely thanks to Qin Lu.

The entire financial district base was under tight surveillance; not even a fly could get out.

In order to build momentum for the new base this morning, restrictions were deliberately relaxed, which gave these spies the opportunity to pass on information.

After reading it, Commander Zhao passed the note around to the people next to him.

"Call the leaders, let's have a meeting." He immediately turned and walked towards the underground fortifications. "I have something to announce."

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The western part of Shanghai, the airport base.

In what used to be an underground parking lot, bonfires of various sizes burned dimly.

Countless people huddled around the fire, their faces numb, clinging to life by the faint warmth.

The air was filled with the stench of sweat, burnt smoke, and fishy smells, making one's eyes sting.

But in a separate room not far away, it was a completely different world.

The only generator still running in the entire base supplies all the electricity here.

The lights were bright and the heating was ample, a stark contrast to the cold and damp outside.

The cubicle was small, with about a dozen men sitting together, each with a woman on their arm.

In the center of the room, five scantily clad women were dancing, their movements wanton, but their eyes vacant.

Wine was laid out on the table, and cigarettes were held between fingers; these luxuries of the apocalypse were treated as if they were free.

A man with tattooed arms sat in the main seat, laughing loudly and unrestrainedly. His rough voice echoed in the narrow space.

People around him raised their glasses in toasts, and fawning laughter filled the air.

Someone slammed their hand on the table, their face flushed, and shouted, "Shen Ada, this apocalypse is amazing! Ah Ming loves it so much! Haha—these girls used to be flight attendants at the airport, all so arrogant, you couldn't even touch them. Now? Each of us can have one, we can do whatever we want with them!"

After saying that, Amin hugged the woman next to him and kissed her hard. The woman froze for a moment and didn't dare to dodge.

Shen Ada pinched the soft flesh of the woman beside him hard. The woman stiffened and bit her lip, not daring to make a sound.

He turned to Ah Ming and laughed, "You little rascal, I heard you were tricked into marriage before the apocalypse?"

Amin remained calm and waved his hand dismissively: "Yeah, back then, I spent hundreds of thousands on a bride price to get married, but after she took the money, she said the relationship wasn't working out and she wanted to break up."

The others nearby immediately perked up, bombarding him with questions: "And then what? And then what?"

Amin grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth: "Later? Later, wasn't it the apocalypse? I awakened my superpowers and wiped out that woman's whole family..." He raised his hand and gestured across his neck, "Snap."

After saying that, he burst into laughter, hugged the woman next to him, and kissed her hard again, the sound echoing in the cubicle.

The people around joined in the laughter and chatter, their glasses clinking together.

But in Amin's eyes, there was still a hint of sadness that he couldn't hide.

Just as everyone was joking around, a younger brother's voice suddenly came from outside: "Shen Ada, someone has come outside riding a giant panda. He says he wants to see you to discuss cooperation."

Shen Ada frowned and waved his hand. The five women dancing in the middle immediately stopped, stepped behind him, and began massaging his shoulders and legs.

He picked up his glass, took a sip, and then spoke: "Come in and tell me what happened?"

The younger brother walked in cautiously, his eyes fixed on the ground, not daring to glance around.

"A man arrived at the main gate, saying his surname was Lin, and he wanted to discuss cooperation with our base. He rode a giant panda, and he looked...very powerful."

Shen Ada put down his wine glass and tapped his fingers on the table: "He didn't mention what kind of cooperation we were discussing?"

"He didn't say."

Amin curled his lip dismissively: "Shen Ada, this guy's got quite the airs. Just send him away. He wants to see every Tom, Dick, and Harry. What kind of place is this?"

Shen Ada didn't reply. He was silent for a moment, then his gaze fell on A Ming's face: "Someone who can ride a giant panda here, do you think he's an ordinary person?"

Amin was stunned, opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Shen Ada stood up and straightened his collar: "These days, if you want to live a comfortable life, you have to be quick-witted! Go out and see the world, don't narrow your path."

The younger brother responded and quickly bowed before leaving.

Shen Ada turned to Amin and said, "Go and have someone clean the council hall."

Amin also left in a hurry.

Shen Ada then lowered his head, straightened his collar, smoothed out his cuffs, and stepped outside.

Lin Chen had already led Yuanzai into the base at a leisurely pace.

The shelter, converted from an underground parking lot, was cramped, dark, and filled with people and garbage.

Numb figures huddled around the fire. Some looked up at him, then looked down again, their eyes devoid of even curiosity.

The air was filled with the smells of sweat, smoke, and excrement, which made Yuanzai snort and disgustedly bury his head near Lin Chen's legs.

Lin Chen patted its head and walked forward at a leisurely pace. The man and the bear strolled around as if they were in their own camp.

When Shen Ada saw this scene from afar, his heart skipped a beat. He sensed an extremely strong aura of danger emanating from Yuanzai.

But he couldn't sense anything from Lin Chen. In this situation, the other party was either an ordinary person or a powerful expert far surpassing him. And he believed it was definitely the latter.

He took a deep breath, stepped forward, and put on a smile: "Mr. Lin, is that right? My name is Shen Jinquan, and I'm temporarily the leader here. I apologize for any neglect."

Lin Chen stopped, extended his hand, and smiled slightly: "Lin Chen."

Shen Ada quickly grasped it; it felt neither too light nor too heavy, and his palm was dry.

His heart sank further. This kind of handshake meant either someone was genuinely approachable or simply didn't bother putting on airs. Either way, it was someone he couldn't afford to mess with.

Shen Ada personally led the way, guiding everyone into the council hall.

It's called a council chamber, but it's actually just a large room enclosed by partitions in a corner of the underground parking lot, with a few more lights and a few more decent chairs than the outside.

Lin Chen glanced around, said nothing, and casually chose a seat. Yuanzai lay down at his feet, dozing with his eyes half-closed, seemingly oblivious to the tense people around them.

After both sides took their seats, Shen Ada sat in the main seat, with A Ming and several confidants standing behind him, their eyes scanning back and forth between Lin Chen and Yuanzai.

Lin Chen cut to the chase: "Boss Shen, I've built a trading center in the East Financial City and I'd like to trade food and warm clothing for zombie cores. What do you think?"

Shen Ada and the others were taken aback. The East Financial City? Wasn't that Xie family territory? One of the underlings couldn't help but blurt out, "Mr. Lin is on good terms with the Xie family?"

Lin Chen smiled slightly, his tone calm: "The Xie family has already been wiped out by me."