And now, though there were still tremors, they were much less severe. Old Zhuang saw them leaving and after thinking for a bit, spoke up, "Boss, do you want me to get the crowd under control?" Gan Xiong shook his head, clenching his teeth as he spoke, "Guard our food, everyone arm yourselves with guns and assemble at the warehouse. The most important thing right now isn’t them..." What he was worried about was that this tremor was just the beginning. The latest_epɪ_sodes are on_the noveⅼfire.net He could already clearly feel the temperature dropping. And it was happening fast. Suddenly, he saw a vast expanse of black clouds drifting over from the horizon. One must know, it was broad daylight right now. The clouds moved swiftly, quickly covering the originally blue sky. Drip-drop, drip-drop— Small fragments, volcanic ash sprinkled down onto the ground. Gan Xiong said to Old Zhuang solemnly, "I’m afraid this isn’t an earthquake, it’s a volcanic eruption!" Old Zhuang’s face also grew grim as he held his firearm, watching the sky grow darker. Looking at the darkening sky, both he and Gan Xiong realized one problem: once it gets dark, zombies! At Juzi Island, the riverbed which had long dried up was now also covered with some volcanic ash. Riots broke out in South District. Following the volcanic eruption, the temperature peaked and then began to drop. Like a volcanic eruption, the tolerance of the refugees in the South District reached a critical point. Many refugees who could no longer endure the torment from those in North District, in repeated desperation and accompanied by darkness, suddenly exploded. The few hundred survivors were the only ones remaining. But at this moment, with a determination to die, they charged towards North District. Death awaited them on either side, especially since they were already half-dead. They wanted to loot food! They wanted to kill people! They wanted to turn the tables! At Juzi Island, the sensation of trembling wasn’t strong. It was just that they could feel the sky turn a sudden crimson, with fire-colored clouds, followed by darkness. Quiet flurries of volcanic ash and debris sprinkled down onto the ground. A series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door. Hai Chao didn’t knock and directly burst into Gan Shang’s room. "Boss, the refugees from South District have gone mad! They’re already charging over here!" Gan Shang, who was lazily leaning back with his legs crossed, was shocked. "Quick, gather the brothers, stop them. Have they lost their minds? Crush them, show no mercy. If anyone dares to come over, kill them on the spot!" In this moment of crisis, the ruthlessness in Gan Shang’s blood revealed itself as he decisively issued this order. Then, he hurriedly put on a jacket, grabbed a gun, and rushed out wearing a sun hat. However, when he came out, he realized that it had already gone dark outside. He looked at his watch; it was two in the afternoon—not right, it had not rained, so why had it suddenly gotten dark for no reason? The air was filled with the scent of burning. He sniffed, familiar with the smell, he suddenly crouched down, picked up a clump of dirt from the ground, rolled it between his fingers, and sniffed it again. With a grave expression, he said, "A volcanic eruption, capable of reaching Juzi Island, and with no active volcanoes nearby, it seems that there are quite a few volcanoes erupting this time." Not far away came a clamor. "Charge, kill these bastards!" "Kill Gan Shang, kill that damned Gan Shang!" "We can’t live anymore, we’re going to die either way, let’s all go together, take this chance to kill them!" Gan Shang heard the voices shouting to kill him, his face turned sour, and he said to Hai Chao, "Let’s go, I want to see where they got the nerve from!" Outside, the ground temperature—after the volcanic eruption and volcanic ash blocking the direct sunlight— Even though it was still hot outside, it was much better than this morning. Hai Chao had called for his men early on, and at this moment, they were blocking the gate of North District. This gate was vastly different from the fortified walls, after all, it was just for decoration, so it was quite rudimentary. Usually, there were people on duty here, keeping watch over the refugees from South District, preventing them from breaking through. When Gan Shang rushed over here. He saw that at the gate, a dense crowd of refugees from South District had gathered. Opposite them were Hai Chao’s men, aiming their guns at the crowd. The ragtag group of refugees carried a variety of makeshift weapons—sticks, bricks, even tent poles... They were filled with righteous indignation, faces twisted with anger. Seeing Gan Shang appear was like a spark that ignited a pile of matches. They hated, hated Gan Shang for deceiving them, for luring them in and not letting them leave. They hated, hated that the promises made by Gan Shang had not been kept. They regretted, regretted not leaving earlier, as now many of their friends and family members had died. They were like a blaze, burning! Someone in the crowd shouted. The surging tide of people, which had been at a standstill, now charged forward. Gan Shang held a megaphone, wanting to speak to them and quell the situation. After all, these people were still human and could always be of use in the future. But unexpectedly, as soon as he appeared, those people went crazy, charging forward as if they were throwing their lives away. Seeing these people, screaming to kill him, Gan Shang said to Hai Chao beside him, "Open fire!" But the gunshots did not suppress the refugees’ fury. Many of them, under the scorching weather, had suffered skin burns, their skin peeled and festered. 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