A large pile of spoils lay on the ground, including highly lethal firearms, sharp weapons, and exquisite, sturdy armor. Yan Xiu sent a few trusted aides to keep counting these spoils.
Just the food alone filled ten warehouses, including not only rice and white flour but also countless seasonings and cooked foods. By this time, the apocalypse had been raging for over a year. Some of this food was close to expiring, but even so, Li Hongyi did not distribute it to the ordinary people. Instead, he let them kill and die in hunger.
"Huh? So much food and weapons?"
After looking over the bills, Chen Feng handed them to Yan Xiu and casually picked up a bag of packaged sausages.
The food in these ten whole warehouses was merely part of the wealth obtained after cleansing Li Hongyi. If we added the wealth of several other high-ranking members, the quantity would increase even more.
