Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies Chapter 1277: An Excessive Request

Liang Yue remarked, "Exchange contact information?"

Drolma hung her head low. "I'm sorry, but we can't share our contact details with you. If you two belong to chieftain families, you could track down our camp all too easily."

"Thus, only we get to reach out to you one way."

While Drolma explained, a strange flush crept onto her cheeks unbidden.

Even a blunt personality like hers recognized this demand as over the top.

Yet for survivors barely hanging on in the Snowy Plateau Region, securing safety came first.

She steeled herself and pushed forward with the bold ask.

Mu Yan replied coolly, "You alone can reach us for help, but we can't contact you. Is that your point?"

Though her voice stayed even, the irritation rang clear to all.

Does that mean our assistance to you is just expected?

Drolma's face froze, and she dipped her head in deeper embarrassment.

"Right now, we lack the means to repay you properly."

"All we ask is that, considering the masses enduring torment in the Snowy Plateau Region... you lend us a hand."

Clenching her teeth, she swallowed her humiliation to voice this plea.

Mu Yan curved her lips into a subtle grin. "Fine! A contact method is no big deal. Handing it over works."

Liang Yue stared at Mu Yan in astonishment, baffled by her sudden concession.

Mu Yan offered no reasons, simply passing her comms channel to Drolma.

Then, she and Liang Yue melted into the shadows, slipping back toward the Pagyi Family compound.

During their return, Liang Yue at last expressed her inner puzzlement.

"I figured you'd turn them down. Didn't see this coming from you. What's your real plan?"

Mu Yan grinned lightly. "These small fries could prove useful down the line."

Liang Yue's features tightened, her lip quirking in a strained smirk. "Should've guessed."

Mu Yan, the team's fresh face, stayed mostly silent and low-key.

One's powers often mirror their nature to a degree.

Suited for stealth and scouting, Mu Yan embodied quiet reserve.

Her Apocalypse ordeals outstripped the Shelter crew's in peril and scope, sharpening her wariness and smarts.

Mu Yan smiled too.

She laid out her logic clearly for Liang Yue.

"Zhang Yi dispatched us for intel. Rare chance to link with resistance groups like theirs, so forging ties now pays off later."

"Plus, it's merely a contact link. We never promised aid for sure."

Mu Yan shrugged it off.

Liang Yue held Mu Yan in high regard. "You plan ahead so well. I'm sold."

Mu Yan shot her a casual look.

"You aid them, but they suspect you constantly. Got zero in return. No regrets?"

Liang Yue smiled softly.

"My actions serve my own peace of mind, not others."

She winked at Mu Yan. "I ditched hopes for humanity ages ago, so disappointment skips me."

"Such a silly one."

Mu Yan shook her head, falling silent.

Back at the Pagyi Family yard, Zhang Yi had returned ahead.

He'd sensed the outside ruckus naturally, yet dismissed it.

The Pagyi Family could manage such trifles, and Pagyi Gesang wouldn't bother him.

Upon arriving home, Yang Xinxin and the rest stayed up, awaiting Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi scanned the space and queried mildly, "Liang Yue and Mu Yan still out?"

Zhou Ke'er grinned and shook her head. "Nope."

Zhang Yi arched a brow. "Really?"

Recalling the serf camp uproar, insight struck Zhang Yi.

"Their doing? Nah. Just those two freeing serfs would doom them to freeze in the frozen wilds. Too dumb for that."

Zhang Yi settled on the couch as Zhou Ke'er served steaming tea.

The group eagerly probed his night's haul.

Zhang Yi reclined, eyes on the ceiling, sighing heavily after a pause.

"The Southwest Region's chaos runs far deeper than I thought!"

He recounted the day's events to them.

Everyone's faces shifted dramatically upon hearing it.

Five Epsilons converging on Great Snow Mountain—all those dread powerhouses at once. The Southwest venture clearly packed more peril than foreseen.

Yang Xinxin pondered briefly, then stated evenly:

"Sounds wild, but it fits perfectly."

"This confirms a hidden relic lurks under Great Snow Mountain. Nothing else draws such titans."

Zhou Ke'er nestled by Zhang Yi, clutching his arm, inquiring, "You clashed with them. Any idea who?"

Zhang Yi knew Huaxu Kingdom Epsilons well; their moves exposed signature powers.

Zhang Yi denied it. "Worst bit: I scarce recognized them. Still," he stroked his chin, "two felt like Southwest locals."

He felt sure the Lord of the Charnel Ground and Golden-Winged Superhuman ran together.

Yang Xinxin broke it down: "That leaves just two unclear."

"Two options. One: concealed elites from elsewhere."

"Two," her eyes gleamed keenly, "not Huaxu Kingdom superhumans!"

Tension gripped the room instantly.

Old You's face darkened with fury. "Foreigners eyeing Huaxu treasures?"

Yang Xinxin affirmed, "Can't dismiss it. Odds are strong."

She dissected gravely, "From brother's tale, all five pack serious punch, those two unknowns especially—their indices hit at least 15,000."

"Top-tier anywhere now."

"Power like that stays hidden? Unlikely."

"So, probably outsiders or rival factions."

Zhang Yi absently rubbed his hand's back. His stare grew deep, dark eyes shimmering mysteriously.

"If Pagyi Gesang summoned me, other Snowy Plateau outfits might too."

Yang Xinxin noted, "Scratch Yasha Langtai Family first."

"They command Lord of the Charnel Ground—index at 20,000 per brother. They dominate utterly here."

"As overlords without peers, why invite threats?"

Zhang Yi agreed. "Then Xia Zha and La Min Families top suspects."

Just as Zhang Yi spoke, a voice echoed inside.

"Snowy Plateau Region holds more than those chieftain houses. Another power exists!"

A round black shade formed on the floor, from which Liang Yue and Mu Yan gradually materialized.