Furthermore, Jameson’s Cultivation Level had only reached the Inner Breath Realm, and the camp didn’t even have a Martial Artist from the Energy Refining Realm.

As for weapons, although the guards at the camp’s entrance were equipped with automatic firearms, Divine Sense observation revealed that the magazines in the firearms were not fully loaded with bullets.

Compared to the machine guns mounted on the walls of Saxon County Camp, Zachary scanned the entire camp and only discovered a total of three machine guns, with only four or five boxes of bullets near each one.

It’s worth noting that a standard box of bullets, if fired continuously by holding down the machine gun trigger, would be emptied in at most three to five minutes.

This camp was not only small in scale but also had a defense capability that fit the standards of a small Survivor Camp.

For this reason, whether in terms of Martial Artists or firearms, there was nothing in this camp that could pose a threat to Zachary, and so he became much more reckless.

When Jameson denied his entry into the camp, and after confirming that there was nothing inside that posed a threat to him, Zachary spoke up again, "I only came here to find a friend. I will leave after meeting that friend. I’m not here to cause trouble, so please don’t stop me."

Looking at the serious expression on Zachary’s face, Jameson knew that Zachary was issuing an ultimatum. If Jameson denied him entry into the camp again, then Zachary would likely resort to other methods to force his way in.

It’s just that Jameson wasn’t sure what means Zachary would employ, whether it was a battle of words or a physical fight.

If it were a matter of words, it would likely involve pulling strings, as the camp had already acquired a satellite phone and re-established contact with the Imperial Court. Thus, if the Imperial Court demanded he let Zachary in to find someone, Jameson would have no choice but to comply.

As for a physical confrontation, Zachary would need to overpower them, which simply meant beating them into submission. However, if Zachary held a complex identity, the worst-case scenario could involve silencing them permanently.

If it were a matter of words, the worst outcome would be receiving a few complaints from an Official within the Imperial Court. But if it came to a physical altercation, there would surely be casualties, no matter how minor or severe the confrontation. Regardless of the victor, the grudge would be established.

Jameson wasn’t afraid of making an enemy out of Zachary; rather, he was contemplating whether it was worth antagonizing Zachary over someone who might never have met face-to-face or even communicated with at all within the camp.

After all, making an enemy out of a powerful individual capable of moving alone through the perilous Forest of Death for the sake of a stranger was hardly a reasonable action.

Yes, even though Jameson didn’t possess Divine Sense like Zachary to observe another’s Cultivation Level, he could infer from Zachary’s clean and tidy clothing that surviving outdoors hadn’t been too difficult for him.

It was like the second phase of the Chunin Exams in the anime Naruto; merely reaching the central tower with a scroll in the Forest of Death didn’t earn one respect. It was only when someone like Gaara not only obtained a scroll and reached the central tower but did so with their clothing remaining clean and tidy, that they could truly demonstrate their strength.

Zachary’s situation was similar to the impression Gaara left; passing through dangerous territories with clean and tidy clothes, it felt less like he’d traversed a perilous area and more as if he’d taken a casual stroll in a residential community’s garden.

However, even if Jameson was reluctant to offend Zachary, if it had been a private affair, it would be different, but in such a public situation, he had to equally protect all the survivors in the camp.

Otherwise, letting others learn that he, Jameson, had sold out the camp’s survivors simply after being intimidated by a stranger.

If that were to happen, he didn’t know what would become of the survivor he handed over, but one thing he did know is that if he did so, his own outcome would certainly not be good.

After all, nobody wanted to have a teammate who would sell them out immediately upon facing difficulties.

Observing Jameson’s hesitant demeanor, Zachary didn’t give him much time to contemplate and asked again, "Have you finished thinking? Are you going to let me in or not?"

Hearing Zachary’s urging, Jameson said softly, "If you have connections, make the call quickly. As soon as I receive the phone call here, I’ll let you in right away."

Hearing Jameson’s response, Zachary shook his head and then used the Spirit Power within his body to suppress the speed at which Inner Breath flowed within Jameson.

Although Jameson was not cultivating at that particular moment, he instantly noticed something was amiss when Zachary manipulated Spirit Power to suppress the Inner Breath within Jameson’s body.

Because the movement of Inner Breath in his body had stopped, Jameson didn’t spit out blood, but his hair stood on end, and he felt terribly uncomfortable all over.

In this situation, Jameson knew this was Zachary’s way of throwing his weight around.

Yet even so, all Jameson could do was bear it, for if he loudly called for help, the guards would swarm to him, ready to restrain Zachary immediately.

His current physical condition plainly told Jameson that he was not only no match for Zachary but also that Zachary could easily take on multiple opponents if he wished.

Jameson was well aware of the current state within the camp; his cultivation level was already quite high among them.

Perhaps he couldn’t rank within the top three of the camp, but he was definitely within the top ten, and the gap between those in the top ten wasn’t too significant.

After stepping into the Inner Breath Realm, Jameson quickly realized the insurmountable gulf between ordinary survivors and martial artists.

And now, the gap between him and Zachary was like that between common folk and martial artists, so at this point, Jameson also didn’t dare to openly refuse Zachary.

By this time, neither side could afford to take a step back.

Just when Jameson was gritting his teeth, unable to hold on, and preparing to fight back, a young man ran from the camp and arrived behind Jameson.

"I’m sorry, Brother Jameson, this is my friend, he came here to find me," the young man said.

Hearing this, Jameson immediately showed a serious expression on his face. It looked like the two were well-acquainted; otherwise, Jameson wouldn’t have spoken to remind him, "Liu Zi, do you really know him? I wasn’t aware of that. The camp doesn’t need you to make sacrifices for the greater good."

Hearing Jameson’s comment, Zachary was instantly displeased and retorted, "What do you mean sacrifices for the greater good? I came here to learn about some things, not to commit murder or arson.

Besides, I’m male, interested in females. What kind of sacrifice can he make as a grown man, unless you people here are all from Shu Han?"

Jameson didn’t catch the reference Zachary just made offhand, but the young man behind him suddenly had a strange look on his face.

Noticing the expression of the young man, Jameson immediately asked, "Jameson, what did he mean by that sentence? I don’t understand it."

At Jameson’s inquiry, the young man looked rather awkward and carefully replied to Jameson, "Brother, perhaps it’s better for you not to know about this."

Hearing the young man’s suggestion, Jameson wouldn’t consider it at all, since there was only one young person around, so he decisively asked again, "Liu Zi, explain to me the meaning of that sentence."

Seeing Jameson persistent about that sentence, the young man known as Liu Zi was somewhat at a loss for words. It’s one thing to joke about others, but when the joke’s on you, it can be uncomfortable.

However, since Jameson had asked, Liu Zi had no choice but to whisper, "Brother, what he just mentioned was actually a popular meme from the internet before the catastrophe. It simply judged the situation of the various powers in the Three Kingdoms.

Most of the responses were quite standard, but in the end, one person’s reply became widely circulated.

’Cao Wei loved their wives, Eastern Wu adored lolis, Shu Han was all queer.’