Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Zhu Zheng arrived at the office and saw Yan Yun Guard’s Chen Qi, who was wrapped in bandages and visibly weak.

“Chen Qi, tell me exactly what you saw in Linhai City—leave nothing out!”

Zhu Zheng had him sit down to give his report.

The situation was urgent, and there was no time for comforting words.

Chen Qi swallowed hard and recounted everything they’d encountered during the investigation in Linhai City.

The main details were more or less what Tu Yunlie had already explained, only in more detail.

But one thing was certain—the people who slaughtered Linhai’s Superhumans were speaking Japanese.

Zhu Zheng’s face remained stern as he calmly asked, “How many were there?”

Chen Qi replied, “We only saw three of them. And throughout the whole fight, only one of them actually made a move—he used a sword. His blade was fast—he chopped off Xue Ting’s arm in a single strike!”

Chen Qi’s face turned gloomy as grief overtook him at the memory of his fallen comrades.

“As soon as we clashed, we realized we were on a completely different level from them. So the other three did everything they could to hold the enemy back, just to buy me a chance to escape and report back.”

“Luckily, our vehicle was faster than theirs. That’s the only reason I survived.”

Suddenly, Chen Qi clenched his fists and shouted to Zhu Zheng, “Commander, we have to kill every last one of those b*stards! We have to avenge our fallen brothers!”

Zhu Zheng rested his chin on his interlaced fingers, his expression unreadable.

But his tone was calm and resolute. “Don’t worry—we won’t just sit back and let this go. Those Neon Kingdom thugs dared to run wild on our soil. There’s only one outcome for them—death!”

Zhu Zheng’s words were as firm as iron, like the grim reaper passing judgment.

He looked at Chen Qi, his tone softening slightly.

“Go back and focus on recovering. Leave the rest to the region—we’ll handle it.”

Chen Qi nodded obediently, then leaned on a crutch and limped out of the office with a nurse’s assistance.

Tu Yunlie kept his eyes on Zhu Zheng, just waiting for the order to move out and wipe those Neon intruders off the map.

But Zhu Zheng was deep in thought.

They needed to confirm the identity of these Neon operatives first.

The first step was to notify the Shengjing District and get in touch with Neon’s higher-ups.

There were really only two possible outcomes:

First, the Neon authorities admitted the attackers were their people—which would mean full-scale war was imminent.

That was the less likely scenario, since Neon simply didn’t have the national power to stand against Huaguo.

They’d have to be out of their minds to think about invading Huaguo territory.

The more likely outcome was the second—Neon’s leadership would deny any connection to those people.

And that didn’t matter.

Whether these intruders came as rogue organizations or under Neon’s orders, once the government denied them, it meant they wouldn’t go to war for their sake.

Which meant the Jiangnan Region could deal with them however they wanted.

“A mere Neon Superhuman squad dares to act up on Huaguo soil? They’re asking to die.”

Zhu Zheng let out a cold snort and picked up the comms device to contact the higher-ups in the Shengjing District.

Since this involved foreign powers, it was considered external affairs—protocol dictated that Shengjing handle communication.

Meanwhile, Zhu Zheng was delayed by the incident in Linhai City, and so naturally couldn’t attend the meeting as planned.

Back at the Tianchang Conference Center, everyone had been waiting from morning till noon, and they were beginning to get impatient.

Sure, they respected the power of the Jiangnan Region—but they were still powerful figures in their own right. Being made to wait like this didn’t sit well.

To make matters worse, Zhu Zheng had to consult with the Blizzard City leadership regarding the situation, so there were no high-ranking officials present to keep order in the hall.

Fortunately, the two Investigation Team Captains showed up with their people and coordinated with the Yan Yun troops to maintain discipline, keeping the hall from descending into chaos.

Still, the Superhumans from the twelve city factions were growing more and more restless.

By noon, Blizzard City had arranged lunch for them.

However, since no one knew when Zhu Zheng would show up, everyone was told not to leave the venue. The meal consisted of basic boxed lunches.

Zhang Yi’s group was in much better shape by comparison.

After all, he had plenty of food stored in his alternate dimension, so meals were no issue.

While others were eating the simple boxed meals from the Blizzard City cafeteria, Zhang Yi’s group was enjoying hearty dishes—steaming hot, full of rich aroma. The smell alone made nearby groups look on with envy.

If there was one thing bothering them, it was the hard seating. The conference chairs were stiff, and sitting for too long was starting to make their butts sore.

By 1 p.m., there was still no sign of Zhu Zheng or any of the Blizzard City higher-ups.

Xiao Honglian couldn’t help but complain, “Are they messing with us? Just leaving us hanging like this—is that how they do things around here?”

Zhang Yi, though also a bit impatient, didn’t show any sign of frustration.

He simply said, “Power speaks louder than anything else.”

Xiao Honglian’s face turned red with anger. “Still, this is just too—”

Zhang Yi waved her off, signaling her to stop.

“No point talking about it. The situation is what it is. There are Superhuman factions from twelve cities here. We don’t need to stick our heads out—someone else will lose their cool first.”

Hearing that, Xiao Honglian glanced westward. Sure enough, murmurs were beginning to spread throughout the hall.

If you listened closely, you’d hear people grumbling about how the Jiangnan Region was handling this situation—some were even starting to say some pretty nasty things.

Xiao Honglian frowned. “So we’re just going to sit here and wait?”

Zhang Yi chuckled.

“Just think of this as the meeting already happening. Honestly, even if they did start it formally, you probably wouldn’t pay attention anyway.”

He had a laid-back attitude about it all.

Important matters are discussed in small meetings—big gatherings like this are usually just for show.

Truthfully, Zhu Zheng’s purpose in calling them here was to inform them of Blizzard City’s decisions, not to actually consult anyone.

So the contents of the meeting wouldn’t make much difference, whether they listened or not.

It wasn’t like their opinions were needed.

Just then, Zhang Yi glanced toward the entrance of the hall and spotted a familiar figure.

It was none other than Baili Changqing, the Captain of the Black-Robed Squad.

His large frame was easy to recognize. He had just entered and was scanning the hall with sharp, watchful eyes.

Zhang Yi thought to himself: If Blizzard City dares to let so many Superhumans in, they must have absolute confidence in keeping them under control. Looks like powerful forces are already on standby outside.

If anything happens here, they’ll crush it without hesitation.

The meeting was growing increasingly dull. With so many people crowded in one place, the air was getting thick and stale.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi stood up and said to the others, “I’m going for a walk.”

As he turned to leave, Zhou Ke’er quickly said, “I’ll come too!”

But Zhang Yi waved her off, stopping her and the others who looked like they wanted to follow.

“I’m going to chat with Baili Changqing. You all stay here and don’t wander around.”

There were too many people here—too chaotic. Wandering around risked bumping into someone and sparking unnecessary conflict.

Zhou Ke’er obediently sat back down after hearing that.

Liang Yue, Uncle You, and Fatty Xu were seated on the outer edge—if anything did go down, they’d be able to protect the others right away.

Author’s Note