Chapter 225 The Arrival of Zenith Camp
Chapter 225 The Arrival of Zenith Camp
A group of managers from several small camps hurried along behind Den. Just <b>then</b><b>, </b><b>a </b>voice carrying a hint of arrogance broke the tense quiet.
“So, you’re the leader of Spark Camp?“.
Den, who had been about to leave, turned his head at the sound. Ahead, a distinctly different <b>group </b><b>was </b>approaching, nked by a cluster of guards.
At the forefront was a young man in his mid–twenties, with two strikingly beautiful women <b>at </b>his <b>sides</b>.
Beauty was a rare sight in the apocalypse, and these women looked vibrant and well–nourished–<b>obviously </b>thriving in these harsh times.
The entire group radiated an air of haughty nobility, looking down on the small, refugee<b>–</b><b>like camps </b>surrounding them with undisguised contempt.
“And you are?”
One of the nearby camp leaders recognized them immediately. “Zenith Camp, led by the Kerr family in Branford!”
“Zenith Camp’s here too,” murmured another.
Den wasn’t familiar with the name. Nearby camp leaders exined.
“Zenith Camp was established by the Kerr family, the old powerhouse in Branford. They used to own <b>huge </b>real estate in Ansford.”
“They set up in Branford’s wealthy district and have a private army of bodyguards and servants.”
“They have plenty of food and supplies. Strong, but they don’t ept any outsiders–just guard their rich neighborhood.”
Den nodded, finally understanding. These were the pre–apocalypse elite, holding onto their power and privilege.
The young leader of Zenith Camp overheard the conversation, ncing around. “Where are K1 Camp, Ember Camp, and zing Sun Camp?”
Den’s expression tightened slightly “They haven’t arrived yet. I’m handling the reception
“Then we’ll wait for them. You can get back to your work,” the young man said with a dismissive nce, barely sparing Den a second look, dripping with arrogance.
Frowning, Den cast a sharp nce at the group before leading the small camp leaders inside.
No sooner had he stepped through the door than a convoy of white vehicles rolled up.
Hope Camp had arrived.
Since arriving at Spark Camp, Bennie had been quietly observing.
Chapter 225 The Arrival of Zenith Camp
They <i>can’t </i><i>farm </i><i>either</i><i>, </i>he thought. The drought wasn’t unique to any camp<b>–</b><b>Spark </b><b>Camp’s </b><b>crops </b><b>had </b>also withered.
But when Bennic stepped inside the vige and saw the healthy residents, his <b>gaze </b>grew <b>serious</b><b>. </b>
He wanted to visit Theresa’s camp, curious about her strength.
Unfortunately, Theresa denied him the chance.
All he could see was the smallest camp in the zing Sun Alliance.
He’d assumed Spark Camp barely scraped by, but inside, elders were healthy, curing meats in the <b>sun</b><b>, </b>cooking dried vegetables.
Bennie pondered deeply.
How could this camp survive so well?
His conclusion was clear.
Theresa was investing heavily in the alliance.
She was dedicating a tremendous amount of resources to strengthen it.
She was definitely powerful–her camp couldn’t be much worse off than Spark Camp.
He couldn’t have guessed how far off that was.
They were worlds apart.
While Spark Camp ate dried vegetables and cured meats, Theresa’s camp enjoyed fresh vegetables and meats..
Theresa wasn’t just contributing a lot–her camp exported surplus food without any strain.
Bennie quietly calcted Theresa’s strength
The convoy stopped.
Bennie stepped down, his face cold as ice, intending to find Den, the Spark Camp leader.
But before he could move, a group blocked his path.
“Mr. Green from Hope Camp, right?
Bennie looked up sharply at the well–dressed man.
“I’m Jasper Kerr from Zenith Camp. My father is Ezekiel Kerr. You’ve met him before; he approved many of your projects,” Jasper said confidently.
Bennie gave him a frosty look and replied with two words: “Forgotten that.”
Jasper was speechless.
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Chapter 225 The Arrival of Zenith Camp
In terms of family background, Jasper didn’t hold a candle to Bennie.
If Jasper’s family <b>was </b>just wealthy aristocrats, Bennie’s was royalty.
Bennie’s father was the CEO of Dawn Industries, and his mother was a high–ranking politician.
Before the apocalypse, the Kerr family begged Dawn Industries to move in, not the other way <b>around</b>.
Bennie didn’t even bother acknowledging him, scanning the area instead.
“Where’s Den from Spark Camp?”
Jasper answered quickly, “He went inside with the others.”
Without another word, Bennie strode into the camp.