Chapter 137 - 129: Ungrateful Wretch!
This small box of compressed biscuits was found in many houses by Song Min and others before, and they hesitated to eat it. This 20 kg of compressed biscuits was their last lifesaving food supply.
Now it has been directly reported to the Salvation Army by these two male students!
Song Min glared fiercely at the two male students, calling them ungrateful wretches! She kindly took them in, and now they've informed outsiders about this.
The teacher Liu beside him, along with Song Qi and a few others, also heard what Brother Mao said.
They had also observed those two male students getting close to Brother Mao and interacting with him.
But unexpectedly, these two directly told him.
Seeing the reaction of Song Min and others, Brother Mao was even more convinced of what the two male students had said. Unexpectedly, it was true!
If glares could kill, Song Min and others' looks would have killed them hundreds of times already.
Teacher Liu reproached them with annoyance: "How could you two be so thoughtless!" Two female students beside them also looked disdainful.
"I look down on you! Truly hopeless." Among them, a girl with a baby face said.
Hearing the crowd's words, the two male students showed no shame, but rather pride.
Opening his mouth, one said: "We have now joined the Salvation Army, mind your attitudes!" said one of the male students arrogantly.
"That's right, that's how you treated us before!" said the other male student beside him.
Brother Mao, who had been watching them in front of Song Min and listening to them speaking, said impatiently: "Shut up, hurry up and hand over the compressed biscuits. Don't force us!"
"But, according to the agreement we had before, haven't we already moved the things we were to give you onto the truck? Do you want to go back on your word?" Song Min felt annoyed inside. Facing a more powerful force, she could retreat, but she couldn't keep retreating.
The Salvation Army was also clever, knowing pressing honest people too hard could backfire, so aside from dealing directly with those who were particularly disobedient by killing them.
For the obedient ones, they didn't oppress too harshly, akin to a frog boiled in warm water. Keeping them obedient, always pressing them at a warning line.
So, even when Brother Mao and others eyed the many women on Song Min's side with boiling lust, they still hadn't forced...
Song Min is said to be very tough, if they pressured too suddenly, even if they could eliminate them, it would be more trouble than it was worth, and they would lose a supply point.
Under normal circumstances, the Salvation Army operates by their own rules, but this time they encountered the scarce compressed biscuits.
Brother Mao couldn't care less at that moment, rules are made by them, and can be changed again.
He also had his own calculations, with those two male students joining the Army, among their group, only Song Qi was left as a male.
They didn't have the strength to resist, would they really risk their lives over a box of compressed biscuits?
He didn't think Song Min would.
He was taking a small gamble.
Song Min's eyes blazed with anger, she turned her head and saw her sisters and Song Qi behind her.
Song Qi was already struggling to restrain himself, his hand clutching a knife was turning purple. Song Min sighed.
Damn it, this is forcing us into a corner. Those who know the times are brilliant.
Let's give it, pass this hurdle first, then think about escaping later, or is it possible to join Li Yu's group? Would they be willing to take us in?
Forget it....
"Fine!" Song Min gritted her teeth and spat out a word.
"Hehe, that's more like it. Quick, lead me to get it," Brother Mao said, pleased with Song Min's agreement, then called a few members of the Salvation Army to follow.
Upstairs, under a bed in one of the rooms, Song Min took out the small box and handed it to Brother Mao.
Brother Mao excitedly opened the box, the army green box revealed a faint milky aroma as it was opened.
"Hahaha, it's milky flavored, not bad at all. You are sensible! But don't give less protection money this month," Brother Mao said, carrying the box and heading downstairs.
The two male students followed closely behind, wanting to help carry, but Brother Mao refused.
...
800 meters away from this building, Li Yu watched as two trucks loaded with food were surrounded by members of the Salvation Army who appeared to have finished moving the items.
After coming downstairs, Brother Mao, carrying the box, felt an immense satisfaction!
Seeing the two male students following closely behind, he felt they were very compliant, so he spoke up:
"You two, well done! Stick with me, and I'll protect you!" After saying that, he loaded the box into the vehicle, turned back, and patted the shoulders of the two men.
The two instantly became more excited. One of the male students, eyes rolling around in thought, had previously heard that the Salvation Army wanted information about Li Yu and his group.
The previous team leader had asked, but Song Min was tight-lipped and hadn't told the Salvation Army anything, they knew the Salvation Army was very curious about Li Yu and his group.
These two male students actually didn't know much about Li Yu either. Whenever Li Yu and his group came over, it was always suddenly. When they left, they weren't allowed to follow.
However, the two knew one thing - Li Yu and his group had guns!
So, they eagerly boasted to Brother Mao: "Brother Mao, do you know the strongest force around here?"
"Hmm, I've heard other groups mention it before, but I haven't encountered them recently. What? Do you know where they live?" Brother Mao asked curiously.
"No no no, we don't know that, but we know, they have guns!" The male student seemed to recall something terrifying, a fearful expression appearing on his face.
"Guns?!" Brother Mao's expression instantly became serious.
"Guns?! How many people do they have?" Brother Mao remembered, when he came out, the boss had instructed them to keep an eye out for any new powerful forces, and if encountered, report it promptly so they could respond early.
"Uh uh uh, last time we saw, there were about 10 people. That's all we know." The male student looked reminiscent, hesitantly speaking.
"I don't want 'about,' how many people exactly? Give me an accurate number!" Brother Mao said impatiently. He hated this half-baked knowledge.
"We, we also don't know. We only saw them once last time, and very rarely after that, oh no, we haven't seen them again."
Brother Mao held his head, knowing this news definitely had to be reported, bothersome.
If this group had guns, they probably wouldn't be easy to deal with. But, having guns! If they could kill them and get some guns, then...
Brother Mao felt a mix of excitement and concern.