Chapter 467 A Gathering of Four Camps

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    “Tch.” The person from Ark Camp Two sneered. “If it weren’t for your sake, Kl Camp would’ve been wiped out more times than I can count.”

    Morgan stayed silent.

    Theresa, wandering nearby, noticed a familiar figure approaching.

    “Are you a friend from Kl Camp?” another voice called. This time, it was from Ark Camp Three’s group.

    Of all the camps, Theresa was on slightly better terms with Ark Camp Three- though only a little.

    Thest time she had helped them, she’d taken down zombies and put an end to a riot. The newly appointed administrator had even given her amunicator and treated her with rtive friendliness–though she knew it was mostly an attempt to recruit her.

    “Long time no see,” the person greeted.

    “Finally, I’ve got a chance to meet you. I’ve tried contacting you on themunicator a few times, but you never replied. How about we catch upter?”

    “Sure,” Theresa answeredzily.

    That was when she noticed a small figure in their group–a boy wearing a white mask.

    The moment their eyes met, excitement lit up his clear gaze.

    She remembered him.

    He was the boy she’d saved at Ark Camp Three, the one she’d taken under her wing. If she recalled correctly, his name was Darian.

    Theresa gave him a casual nod, and his eyes brightened even more, as if he were fighting the urge to rip off his mask and run to her.

    “Let’s get started.” The voice of an Ark Camp Two member came from behind.

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    With everyone gathered, Ark Camp Two’s administrator led them to the opera house.

    The familiar auction hall had been scrubbed spotless of the bloodstains left from thest zombie outbreak. Even the attendants had been reced with younger, prettier women.

    They had been trained to be even more deferential. The moment they saw the visitors, they dropped to their knees, terrified of repeating any offense likest time.

    Watching this, Theresa felt a wave of unease crawl over her skin.

    Some ces simply shed with her at the core. No matter which of these three major camps she stepped into, she felt suffocated.

    She had always thought herself a strict, iron–handed ruler, but these camps… they didn’t even see people as human.

    The level of oppression here was worse–more suffocating–than fighting to survive outside among zombie hordes.

    Soon, she followed the others into a brand–new conference room.

    Four camps sat facing one another in a neat row. The meeting began.

    “It’s time again for our annual three–camp–oh, make that four–camp–summit,” Ark Camp Two’s representative announced. “We have a new friend this year. Kl Camp has joined us. Let’s hear a few words from our guest.”

    All eyes turned to Theresa.

    She nced over the people seated before her.

    “I don’t have much to say. From here on, let’s keep things civil and make our profits.”

    However distasteful she found them, she would still take their money to strengthen her own camp.

    When her power was great enough, she’d deal with these parasites herself.

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    For now, she needed more time to grow.

    Sensing that her tonecked its usual bite, Ark Camp Two’s representative immediately grew bolder.

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    “You came here to make money, but aside from a bit of fighting power, do you have anything worth our attention?”

    Theresa looked at the fool in front of her, gestured to Lucas, and irose /ito her feet.

    She’d brought enough people this time. Lucas could handle them.

    She’d always been satisfied with Lucas‘ work, and whatever he said carried the same weight as if she’d said it herself.

    Besides, these fools seemed to show him a bit more respect. Even if they looked down on everyone from Kl Camp, they were at least willing to give a little credit to Lucas for being a man.

    “I’m leaving this to you,” she told him. “Say whatever needs to be said.”

    Without another word, she turned and walked out.

    Quentin, Kyle, and Tyger followed close behind.

    Watching them go, Lucas frowned behind his mask, then smoothed his expression.

    “Your camp’s youngdy has quite the temper. She needs some discipline,” Ark Camp Two’s representative remarked with a smirk.

    “No need to trouble yourself,” Lucas replied evenly. “She’s known for having an excellent temperament–by anyone’s ount. She treats people exactly as they treat her. If someone thinks she’s difficult, perhaps they should first take a hard look at their own attitude.”

    Ark Camp Two’s representative fell silent.

    The room grew charged as the others watched the exchange like spectators at a duel.

    Morgan broke the tension with a timely interruption. “Let’s begin.”

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