After more than half an hour of tossing, they finally moved more than ten boxes of food and freight trolley downstairs. Although Yang Feng did not help with any box of food, he had a thorough look at the surrounding environment.

For convenience, these people directly placed the boxes full of food downstairs of the fitness club openly. This move even caused the two "battlefields" opposite to "stopped" for this. Those who were fighting to the death hid after seeing them moving so much food down. Yang Feng could see that these people wanted to wait until they moved out all the food and then suddenly appeared and snatched away all the food.

In the past half an hour, Yang Feng finally "persuaded" the members of the six "Hurricane" organizations and made them agree to follow Yang Feng's command all the way, and he naturally became the captain of the team.

When the last box of mineral water was sent to the freight cart, the two groups of people hiding in the shop across the street appeared one after another and stared at them with a fierce look.

Yang Feng saw that some of the people opposite were holding fruit knives, some were holding household firewood chopping axes, and even some were holding iron hammers, but Yang Feng and the others were not bad. The fruit knives that Yang Feng brought out from Liu Qingling's house should be the weakest weapon among them. The others were wearing large dumbbells weighing thirty or forty kilograms, and some were holding military sticks or arm sticks. The posture made Yang Feng wonder if the "charity awards" they had won just now were real.

"After a while, try not to use this knife, just be self-defense, because you can kill someone with just one knife, and you must not hurt yourself." Yang Feng finished whispering from Liu Qingling's ear, and the others once again turned their doubtful eyes to the weapon in Liu Qingling's hand that looked like an ancient bronze hunting knife unearthed from an ancient tomb.

Indeed, the Withered Hunting Knife under the protection form of the veil of God looks like this. In addition to the gray shroud wrapped around the hilt of the knife, the Withered Hunting Knife looks like a shark-shaped outline scimitar with patterns. The unique color makes the knife look like a curd-green cultural relic. Although it doesn't look very sharp, its real lethality is beyond the imagination of these people.

After seeing that the "weapons" here were really fierce, the two groups of people on the other side hit it off and formed an "alliance". However, Yang Feng couldn't understand that even if so many people on the other side formed an alliance, if this group of people really got their food in the end, the group would definitely fight.

In fact, Yang Feng had long thought of a strategy to "wind people's hearts", that is, he put down his weapon and said, "I'm so afraid that you will give it to you all, please let me go."

In this way, the "covenant" of the group of people will definitely collapse instantly, because these foods are definitely not enough for these dozen strong men. In the end, there will definitely be no more than two people who are qualified to obtain these things. Moreover, if they beat the remaining ones, they will probably be seriously injured. In that case, Yang Feng will naturally not be afraid of them.

But Yang Feng couldn't do such a thing. He felt that it was similar to a demon. He brought these foods to make himself and the eight people behind him survive, rather than bewitching others and letting them kill each other. Moreover, even if Yang Feng did nothing, he was not afraid of them at all, because their "alliance" was as he imagined. Compared with them, Yang Feng's organization was much stronger. The so-called unity was victory. In terms of "unity", Yang Feng's side must be many times better than them.

In a blink of an eye, the group of "sword-holding men" covered in blood had already walked in front of them.

"Save some of it yourself and leave." A strong man holding a knife pointed at Yang Feng and said.

Yang Feng smiled bitterly, "How about this, you join us, we go to other places to find resources, and finally everyone will share it equally."

The strong man glanced at him contemptuously, "Split equally? Can you come here? Who among us is not trying to bring things home to raise our wives and children? We also divide equally, and evenly, even if we can't live until the last one, we will all starve to death! I'll say the last time, keep a little by myself and leave! Now everyone wants to survive. If we don't listen to advice, don't blame us for being rude!"

The strong man was so angry that Liu Qingling was so scared that he subconsciously stood behind Yang Feng. However, Yang Feng didn't expect that before he could speak, someone rushed over with an electric baton. The electric baton in the man's hand made a "crackling" electric baton in the air, which made people shudder.

Yang Feng rushed in a moment and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in the man's arms. He raised one hand and gently shook it in front of the man like a hypnotic magic show on TV. The man immediately "moaned" like he was hypnotized and fell down.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the strong men held the weapons in their hands tightly. Yang Feng knew that as long as there was someone there "taken the lead in charge", they would rush forward, and the scene would be difficult to control, so he decided to take action first.

He raised his hand to the group of people, and a vague magical power flew out of his hands, flying towards the heads of the group of people in front like countless chains. Finally, all the chains of thought were established, and Yang Feng issued the order to them through the veil of gods, "Danger on the street, go home and wait for death."

In fact, he didn't want to copy Fang Wuhan's words directly, but he didn't think of other words because he was nervous, so... he could only say this.

When the thought link ended, some of the people's faces suddenly filled with huge fear, while some of them stared at Yang Feng with a puzzled look, trying to guess whether this guy was "human" based on his behavior.

"Stop doing some evil ways here! No one can leave everything here if you don't leave it today!" The strong man roared and suddenly rushed towards Yang Feng with a knife, but the degree of unity of their "alliance" was quickly reflected, because no one except this strong man moved!

Yang Feng doesn't need to have very clever fighting skills to deal with such people. He only needs to use the simplest way to avoid the red highlights beside him, and then grasp the strength and hit the weaknesses of this strong man. No matter how strong this strong man is, he is just an ordinary human, and Yang Feng naturally cannot use his infinite level that can exceed one billion to attack him.

If it weren't for dealing with the aircraft in the air, Yang Feng wouldn't have to transform into a divine body at all.

Sure enough, the strong man held a fruit knife and slashed at him. He looked not at all panic and hid sideways, and easily avoided the strong man's vertical slash. Then he raised his hand and hit the strong man's chin with an elbow, immediately knocking out the man who was much bigger than him.

Although these actions look handsome in the eyes of outsiders, they have almost no technical content in Yang Feng. Moreover, Yang Feng knows that there are probably not many opponents in this world that can completely erupt from the power of Yagrilev.

After the strong man was knocked back, he seemed to be shocked by Yang Feng's "ability". One of them had sneaked back to the supermarket across the road when they were fighting. When the crowd found him, he was already carrying a whole box of food and running towards his home. So this "multi-person alliance" disbanded so hastily, and they all shouted to chase that person...

Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief and looked up at the sky. Because they had just shot down so many aircraft, they had become a "vacuum area" near them at this moment. No new aircraft have discovered them yet, so their current situation should be relatively safe. The next step they have to overcome are the other "militants" on the road in the future.

"Let's go, just push the cart and leave the protection work to me. If there is an emergency, I will shout, everyone must obey the command." Yang Feng said, his eyes penetrated the two blocks of the wilderness and looked at the community where Fang Wuhan was, but because the distance was too far, he didn't find anything.

In order to keep the group of people behind him alive, he had to take the liberty to take these things and people to find Fang Wuhan. Although he knew that this was wrong, and when Fang Wuhan clearly told him not to find him, Yang Feng really didn't want to regret why he didn't do much to save these people's lives.

Although they had so many holidays as soon as they met, they were all the few lives on earth. Now only Fang Wuhan can save them, so Yang Feng didn't want to miss this only opportunity. He didn't want to be a thorn emperor but couldn't even save eight ordinary humans...

"Where are we going?" asked a strong man in charge of pushing the cart from behind Yang Feng.

Yang Feng turned around, his eyes full of pity, as if the group of people behind him were about to die soon.

"Just follow me." He finished speaking softly, walking along the road beneath them, not far ahead of them, and there were several people of different sizes fighting for various survival resources. After they pushed the cart of food and water, they would undoubtedly become "public enemy of the whole people".

"Go on, men! We are men, so we can't be afraid! We must protect women and food!" The biggest strong man cheered them up.

Yang Feng looked back at him with a discomfort and shook his head gently, "You don't have to take action. Now the medical supplies will be equally difficult. If you are injured, it will be even more difficult to deal with. If you have to take action, I'll come alone."
Chapter completed!