Although no one knows each other's identity, those who can live in an apartment building in the Buffer Zone are either wealthy or noble.
Seeing Cheng Ye buy so many materials, the other residents on the fifth floor poked their heads out, panic-stricken.
"Little brother, where did you buy these?"
Someone came over to ask, and Cheng Ye pointed toward the direction of the pedestrian street outside the window, "The flea market. Hurry and grab some, if you're late, there won't be a scrap left."
"Grab?"
"What else? The Infected Bodies are mixed in, do you think this metal door can hold them back?"
Cheng Ye kicked the cracked hinge on the ground, and the aunt who asked the question turned pale instantly, and several middle-aged people who gathered around were also startled.
Within less than five minutes, a chaotic sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.
People from every household carried bags to grab goods, and soon, footsteps echoed downstairs as well.
