Regular patrols were necessary, Tang Li Yue understood that much.
In fact, she even approved of it.
Information was vital, after all. Supplies did not fall from heaven just because one had a storage ring, and zombies did not politely send invitation cards before gathering into troublesome clusters.
A base that remained closed off from the world would become blind, deaf, and eventually deader than dead.
So yes, patrols were necessary. Still, Tang Li Yue disliked them.
Not because she was worried, she simply disliked people returning to her carefully cleaned territory carrying unknown grime, zombie residue, bad news, or worse, strangers.
Strangers were always troublesome.
In the Central Plains, strangers either wanted to poison you, rob you, marry into your clan for benefits, beg for medicine, steal secret techniques, or pretend to be pitiful while hiding seventeen schemes under their sleeves.
In the apocalypse, Tang Li Yue suspected that this list had not changed much.
