Apocalypse Gachapon

After Ye Zhongming left Jikesu’s place, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the training of the Bronze Assault Camp.

Ye Zhongming himself had set the assessment system; he certainly did not want the Assault Camp’s results to be abysmally poor when the time came.

During this period, one event occurred: that Slave Race did not just pass by; it attacked the Novice planet, which once again became a place occupied by the Slave Race.

The cosmic races all understood that this planet was just a snack for the Slave Race. Once it had its fill, it would quickly leave to find the next target.

Faced with this unprecedented situation, the major factions of the cosmic races were all researching whether this was just a special case under the nutrient wave. If it were, they could treat it normally or even ignore it. However, once it wasn’t, they then needed to pay close attention.

Because the descent of that Slave Race caused seven survivor fortresses to move, adjusting their respective positions to avoid accidents.

Every time these survivor fortresses moved, it cost a large amount of Moonspan Gold. Suddenly, all the cosmic races incurred huge consumption.

The Star-Eye Clan was naturally no exception. They also hadn’t expected that the rewards for obtaining the unprecedented overall first place in the Novice battlefield would be considerably diluted by this move.

Ye Zhongming only paid a little attention to it before disregarding it.

For the first minor assessment with a three-day deadline, the topics Ye Zhongming set were very simple, all very basic things. There was no combat segment; only the furelai test was somewhat noteworthy.

Other members of the Star-Eye Clan believed this was Ye Zhongming’s initial assessment.

Ye Zhongming indeed wanted to use this assessment to see the actual situation of the Bronze Camp.

The test results… how to put it? Made him unable to evaluate easily.

The average combat power was not high; this was undoubtedly the biggest weakness that the Bronze Camp could not avoid. The advantage was that the top-tier combat power of the Bronze Camp was acceptable. That is, the core members at least had decent furelai amounts. Several were already close to the ten-thousand point mark. More than half had over eight thousand. The furelai level of those at Hundred-Person Commander and above was basically above five thousand.

In summary, the polarization was severe.

Another point made Ye Zhongming somewhat happy: the total furelai of the sixty-five people in the Assault Camp was also passable, significantly higher than the average level.

In this test, a few individuals particularly attracted Ye Zhongming’s attention. For example, the First Thousand-Person Commander, Zhong Hongke, was the person with the highest furelai in the entire Bronze Camp, just three points short of ten thousand. Probably after a few days of cultivation, he could break through this limit.

For example, a Hundred-Person Commander named Ou Chong actually had furelai over eight thousand, suppressing most Thousand-Person commanders. It was said that he could only occupy the position of a Hundred-Person Commander due to personality and skill mastery issues.

Of course, there was also Wu Qian, the Logistics chief officer, whose combat power was also very formidable, already exceeding nine thousand, ranking seventh in the entire Bronze Camp.

Ye Zhongming decided to talk with the Logistics Officer.

Regarding Ye Zhongming’s visit, Wu Qian showed no surprise at all. He very normally introduced his work, then called up various statistical charts on the screen for the Bronze Order Leader to see.

Ye Zhongming just glanced at them and put them down. He wasn’t interested in these, and he also knew Wu Qian wouldn’t have issues in his work.

First, he had already inquired; this person had a good reputation, both within the clan and inside the Bronze Camp. Second, now the entire Star-Eye Clan tried to make every penny count; anyone who dared to play tricks would simply be asking for death.

“I want to ask you, regarding the equipment and other logistical support for the three major camps, besides allocation from the clan, can we find ways to obtain them ourselves?”

Wu Qian looked at Ye Zhongming, guessing his thoughts.

“You don’t want to supply the team yourself, do you?” Wu Qian probed. Without waiting for Ye Zhongming’s answer, he continued: “Although there are no rules saying it can’t be done, but… this is, after all, a team of nearly ten thousand people. Personal capability is limited; it’s best not to do this. Giving a few individually will lead to complaints of unfairness; giving on a large scale is unaffordable.”

Ye Zhongming said nothing, neither affirming nor denying.

On Earth, during the initial stage and early development phase after Cloud Peak Manor was established, he alone supported the team. Who said an individual definitely couldn’t support a team?

“Are the allocated materials fixed, or do they change with something?”

Ye Zhongming still didn’t understand these basic rules; he needed to ask clearly first.

“The clan has a specialized set of assessments and regulations, calculated based on comprehensive situations like personnel count, missions, merits, etc. Now, it’s basically adjusted every thirty days.”

Wu Qian actually left some words unspoken.

Why did the clan adjust in such a short time? The differences in each adjustment were actually not very big. Wasn’t it because the clan was truly too poor, saving wherever possible?

“Take me to the warehouse.”

Ye Zhongming had Wu Qian take him to the Bronze Camp’s warehouse. He walked around inside, and Wu Qian clearly saw dissatisfaction on this new Order Leader’s face.

“Do we have any… channels of our own?” Ye Zhongming asked after throwing down a piece of armor.

Wu Qian glanced at the armor; it was packed together with several other pieces of equipment nearby and would definitely get scratched.

“We are not allowed to have industries; it’s clan regulation.”

Ye Zhongming curled his lip. It seemed this person still didn’t trust him much. He had obtained from the two Clan Leaders the freedom for the Bronze Camp to choose missions, but he hadn’t asked for the right to engage in business freely. This opening couldn’t have been made; otherwise, the consequences would be endless.

However, he didn’t believe the three major camps would be so honest and not obtain some needed things through other channels. At the same time, he also planned to implement his own plan through an alternative method.

“You leave now. Come find me tomorrow.”

“Ah?” Wu Qian, who was always as calm as still water, was shocked. “You want… to stay in the warehouse?”

“Yes. Also, bring me a dinner meal.”

After saying this, Ye Zhongming drove Wu Qian back and stayed alone in the warehouse, looking left and right.

Wu Qian could not disobey the order. He had someone deliver a meal and personally handed it in, then was driven out again by Ye Zhongming.

The warehouse had always been an important area. Even though Ye Zhongming was the Bronze Order Leader, he still couldn’t break the rules. But for Wu Qian to stop him? To be honest, Wu Qian truly didn’t dare. This person killed upon arrival and had no repercussions, clearly having the clan’s approval. He could also kill him without any repercussions, so he didn’t dare to dissuade him.

Thus, many people saw Wu Qian walking back and forth outside the Bronze Camp’s warehouse all night.

The next morning, Wu Qian, who had been somewhat listless, finally heard the sound of the warehouse door opening. He instantly became extremely alert. Before he could say anything upon approaching, he saw the newly appointed Bronze Order Leader wave his hand and say something that made Wu Qian feel bewildered.

“Go tidy it up.”

Tidy up? Tidy up what? Wu Qian didn’t understand. He could only enter the warehouse to look. But it was better not to look; after looking, this usually elegant Logistics Leader, after being stunned for a long moment, suddenly let out a loud shout!

“Don’t you leave!”