Oliver and Tarzan are talking, and the others have already been drawn into the kitchen by the aroma of the cured meat. Liam is there, sweating profusely as he stirs the pot, extremely nervous. This cured meat is so precious that he can't afford to burn it.

  While busy, Liam shouts towards the living room, "Boss, it's too easy for the rice to burn in this steel pot. There are smart rice cookers in the market. How about taking some rice to exchange for one? I'm thinking about your stomach." Oliver thinks of the terrible food he had before, and his stomach feels uncomfortable, so he nods and agrees, "Okay. I'll go out and take a look later to see if I can exchange for one."

  Just then, the doorbell rings.

  Oliver looks at the display screen. There are three men in uniforms standing outside. A fat man presses the doorbell impatiently, and two young men behind him are struggling to carry a large basket covered with a cloth.

  As soon as Tarzan sees them, he says, "They're here to distribute food."

  Oliver is puzzled. "Don't we usually go to the distribution center to get it? Why are they delivering it?"

  Tarzan explains, "The people at the distribution center want to embezzle the food. By delivering it to the door, they can find excuses to deduct it and don't have to worry about people causing trouble in groups. They play tricks during the processing and distribution. Even if everyone knows about it, they can only endure it. If anyone is dissatisfied, they will be dealt with by other departments on the pretext of food issues."

  Oliver shouts to open the door. Before the fat man even enters, he starts complaining, "What the hell are you doing? Do you want to eat or not? My time is precious. There are still several neighborhoods I haven't distributed to. I really don't know what the higher-ups are thinking, distributing food to lazy bums who don't work. What a shitty policy!"

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  He walks in, gives a cold glance around the room, and casually throws four steamed buns onto the shoe cabinet, muttering, "There are two people living here, two steamed buns for each person."

  He doesn't care about any extra people.

  "Fuck!" Tarzan is enraged by these words. He rushes over and grabs the fat man's collar. "Who are you calling a bum? Do you believe I'll smash your head?"

  But the fat man isn't flustered. He sneers, "You want to hit me? I've seen plenty of troublemakers like you. Be smart and let go. Otherwise, the armed police will invite you for a chat. Assaulting someone from the distribution center, we have the right to stop the food distribution. Without food, you can go eat shit!"

  Tarzan gets even angrier. The veins on his arm bulge. He lifts the fat man up and points at the steamed buns, shouting, "You call these steamed buns? They were white at first, then turned gray, and now they're so black. Are these fit for humans to eat?"

  As he speaks, he shoves a steamed bun into the fat man's mouth. "Let you taste what this black steamed bun is like!" The fat man struggles. Tarzan turns to Oliver and asks, "Boss, what should we do with this guy?"

  The two men outside the door want to rush in, but when they see James pointing a gun at them, they have to hold back, their faces full of anger. After all, they are from the distribution center. They've never been treated like this before.

  Oliver understands that Tarzan is showing his loyalty, and he also hates the fat man's attitude. But he doesn't want to cause a death in the base, so he says, "Give him a few slaps and throw him out. We don't need this kind of food distribution anyway."

  Tarzan grins sinisterly and slaps the fat man. In just a few slaps, he knocks out the fat man's teeth. Blood and steamed bun crumbs splash everywhere. Finally, he kicks the fat man out the door and spits, "Fuck you! If I run into you again, I'll beat you up again!"

  The fat man is carried away by his subordinates. Unable to speak, he can only point at Tarzan with a trembling hand.

  Tarzan claps his hands and curses, "The distribution center thinks they can bully people just because they have power. If it weren't for the need to survive, I'd blow them up!"

  Oliver smiles. He's seen so many such things that they're no longer surprising.

  Unexpectedly, the thin man with glasses who had been hiding before opens the door, sees the steamed buns, and rushes out like an arrow. He grabs two steamed buns and runs back into the room, slamming the door shut and even propping something against it.

  "Damn it..." Oliver can't help but curse. "What the hell is going on here!"