Caius Carter looked troubled.
Master Ziegler had told him to maintain order, but Mordecai Quinn had just dismissed him from his post over the recent incident.
He felt a pang of regret. ’If I’d known this would happen, I should have waited longer before showing my face.’
"Director Carter, didn’t we already agree on this yesterday?"
Marcus Lewis didn’t understand why Caius Carter was still hesitating.
"I’ll give it a try."
Caius Carter stood up.
But before he could issue a command, Mordecai Quinn stood up and declared:
"All Defense Soldiers of Meridia Base, hear my command! Effective immediately, every survivor in Meridia Base may collect three days’ worth of supplies. Maintain order and follow procedure. Anyone who causes a disturbance will forfeit their right to receive supplies."
The entire crowd fell silent.
Many people thought they must have misheard.
Then, they saw Mordecai Quinn pull several large animal carcasses from his space.
When he had traded with Claire Warner earlier, he learned she also had some Mutated Animal carcasses in her space and immediately decided to take them off her hands.
He just hadn’t expected Claire Warner to have so many Mutated Animal carcasses.
’He guessed that a powerful merchant caravan must be backing Claire Warner. But since she didn’t say anything, he wouldn’t be the one to expose her.’
Gazing at the mountain of Mutated Animal carcasses, the entire crowd erupted.
"These are all edible supplies. They will be logged by the base cafeteria and processed into food and tools under the supervision of the Supervisory Department."
Meanwhile, several teams had already set up tables, chairs, and registration desks along the edge of the clearing.
All members of The Garrison and staff present were carrying out Mordecai Quinn’s orders in a disciplined and orderly fashion.
Even when Caius Carter shouted a few times, no one paid him any mind.
This made the Zieglers’ earlier pronouncements look like a complete joke.
"How is this possible? When did he do all this?!"
Zachary Ziegler said to Caspian Ziegler in disbelief.
"Mordecai Quinn was only at Mornfell for two or three days. How could he possibly have hundreds of Mutated Animal carcasses? Who in the world is helping him?!"
"Master Ziegler, I advise you all to give up. Meridia Base is more than you can handle."
Blaise Abbott approached in his wheelchair.
"How will you know we can’t if we don’t try?"
Caspian Ziegler snorted. ’If not this time, then the next.’
"You have no idea what we went through with the old Commander Quinn. As long as Mordecai Quinn is here, the Ziegler Family doesn’t stand a chance."
"Of course, you can buy off a few spineless opportunists, but..."
Blaise Abbott glanced at Caius Carter, Aaron Fletcher, and the others beside them, then let out a cold laugh.
His laughter was filled with both mockery and disdain.
"Relying on just a few animal carcasses? You think that’s enough to get by?"
With a wave of his hand, Zachary Ziegler gathered several hundred people before him.
Some of these people they had brought with them, but many were new recruits—all supporters of the Ziegler family.
"Don’t forget why we’re here today, everyone! Mordecai Quinn put his command on the line! If he can’t produce the supplies needed for this base to survive, he must give up his position as commander!"
With that said, he immediately called for a Space Superpower User, who began placing supplies in the clearing.
Sure enough, as soon as the supplies came out, a crowd immediately gathered.
"Who said I couldn’t produce the supplies?"
Mordecai Quinn walked over.
"I want to be clear. The three days’ worth of supplies per person I mentioned—that doesn’t mean these Mutated Animals. I’m talking about real supplies."
As Mordecai Quinn finished speaking, a line of cargo trucks began to drive down slowly from a high slope.

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