"Oh, by the way, you didn't go to the Motorcycle Gang's old stronghold the other day. All these building materials were moved from there; they can be put to good use," Li Yu said.
Old Bi watched as the gates of Oil City were wide open, with vehicles continuously bringing in building materials, while other empty vehicles headed out.
The scene was bustling with activity.
Seeing this, Old Bi felt both surprised and pleased. After all, in a few days, Li Yu and the others would be returning to the Big Camphor Tree Base.
By then, there would only be around forty of them left.
If they could build the walls sooner, it would undoubtedly boost their confidence in resisting zombies or enemies.
At this moment, Ju Tianrui, who was far away at the Motorcycle Gang's old stronghold, sent a message.
"Director Li, some of the people we rescued when we wiped out the Motorcycle Gang saw us transporting building materials.
