Two days passed, and under the leadership of Lan Qingya from the Nanqing Intelligence Department, about a dozen of her own department's intelligence officers and some Municipal Department workers sprang into action. They employed ordinary yet unusual means such as leaflets, small advertisements, and rumors, gradually recruiting several hundred survivors.
There was no concentration in one area; instead, the survivors were distributed across various strongholds in the slums, each harboring about a few dozen survivors.
Many more had been eliminated during the screening process.
In some bar's backyard in the slums, the comings and goings of survivors had noticeably increased in these two days.
"It's so delicious!"
After finishing his last bite of compressed rations, Tang Wenliang couldn't help but lick the crumbs from the corner of his mouth, sighing in satisfaction.
Next to him, another survivor who was also sitting against the wall nodded in agreement:
