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Oil City.
Outside the walls, there are materials used to repair the walls. As night falls, they ignite some small oil pits nearby, casting light on the zombies loitering outside the walls.
In the cafeteria.
Old Huang chews his food slowly, seated next to him is a tall, lean teenager.
"Old Huang, why don't we stay here? We don't even know how far the Big Camphor Tree Base is, and what if we encounter zombies on the way?" The tall, lean teenager questions while nibbling on his dry ration, looking puzzled.
Old Huang swallows his food before taking a sip of water.
He whispers, "I'm interested in the four-level system of the Big Camphor Tree Base. What do you think about those people?"
The tall, lean teenager responds with admiration, "They're strong, really strong. And they're very different from the Motorcycle Gang, they must be good people."
