The cleanup work has been completed.
All of the coral island's resources were placed in front of Chen Feng. There weren't many guns, only a little over a hundred, while most of the living supplies consisted of cigarettes and fine liquor, and the food comprised dried fish.
These were the only resources on the island.
Chen Feng waved his hand, and those who participated in the battle divided up the belongings of these hundreds of people.
This island was even more barren than imagined.
Not every leader of a faction had the foresight, nor were there researchers like Du Men everywhere. Aside from a few self-sufficient forces, most lived in poverty in this chaotic land.
There's something else.
This faction lacked any rules.
From top to bottom, everything operated like beasts, acting according to their whims. Look at the guards, and then glance at the robbers gambling in crowds, a strong air of laxness pervades everywhere.
