Beside Tang Ze lay more than a dozen corpses, rivers of blood pooling around him. His clothes bore faint stains of crimson. The remaining three men, witnessing Tang Ze's merciless slaughter, bolted toward the elevator.
"Think you can escape?" Tang Ze swung his heavy saber—a weapon capable of cutting down horses—with such force that it pierced through all three men in one clean motion. Everyone present was left speechless. He was terrifyingly strong! This must be the legendary Shaolin disciple hiding among ordinary folk!
Ding Feng, observing Tang Ze's overwhelming power, quickly revised his plans. This guy was too formidable to confront directly. He would need to outwit him.
The garage reeked of blood and decay. The only survivors now were Tang Ze and Dong Fei. In just five minutes, Tang Ze had wiped out every man from Building Three. Those who hadn't shown up were fortunate.
Dong Fei trembled as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket. His hands shook so violently that he couldn't light it. Tang Ze, smirking, offered his lighter. "Out of fuel? Here, use mine."
Dong Fei watched in horror as Tang Ze leaned forward and lit the cigarette for him.
"You didn't even shield the flame. No 'thank you' either. That's impolite," Tang Ze remarked casually. "Basic manners seem lost on some people. When someone lights your cigarette, you're supposed to cover the flame."
Dong Fei stammered, "Th-thank you."
But before the words fully left his lips, Tang Ze's fist slammed into Dong Fei's chest, shattering his ribs and sending him crashing into a nearby Porsche 718. The car window shattered into countless shards.
"I dislike rudeness," Tang Ze muttered, lighting another cigarette. He glanced around; the gaze of onlookers from adjacent buildings faltered under his stare.
Sun Ting and An Bai, awestruck by Tang Ze's strength, felt relief wash over them for choosing submission. They obediently handed over the chains to him.
In the corner, twelve women huddled together, trembling in fear, afraid that Tang Ze might slaughter them next. Most of the men from Building Three were already dead.
Tang Ze paused mid - step and addressed the group of women. "Raise your heads."
No one dared defy him. They lifted their heads.
Tang Ze inwardly sighed. None of them were attractive—they were all older women.
"Clean up the scattered entrails and organs. Each of you will receive a bottle of water. Collect it at Dong Fei's place."
At these words, the women sprang into action. Even those who found their husbands' bodies among the dead showed no emotion as they began cleaning. A few, however, sobbed quietly.
Ding Feng, watching Tang Ze leave, turned away with a cold expression.
"Boss, what do we do? Dong Fei and his men were all slaughtered."
"It's not a problem. The real issue is the supplies. Fewer people means fewer resources consumed," Ding Feng said with a sinister smile, thinking Tang Ze had inadvertently done him a favor. Once he killed Tang Ze, he could seize Dong Fei's supplies.
Meanwhile, Tang Ze arrived at Dong Fei's home, where piles of supplies awaited. He wasn't particularly interested in them but wanted to inspect what he'd claimed. "Let's check the bedrooms."
The two women nodded and opened the doors. When Sun Ting entered one room, an overpowering stench hit her. She switched on the light and gasped at the sight of a corpse lying on the bed.
It was her close friend.
Upon closer inspection, she noticed lividity mottling the body, its eyes wide open. These bastards hadn't even shown respect to the dead! Sun Ting clenched her fists, feeling grim satisfaction as she recalled Tang Ze's earlier massacre.
An Bai walked in and frowned deeply. "If we'd been sold off like cattle, our fate would've been similar."
"Same here. Check the other bedroom."
"Alright."
"What's going on?" Tang Ze entered and frowned at the corpse on the bed.
"Nothing. Just a friend of mine."
"Oh, throw it out. It stinks," Tang Ze said, pinching his nose. These people were sick—playing with a corpse that had been dead for days.
Sun Ting nodded, opened the window, and tossed the body outside.
"Master, there's a lot of alcohol and cigarettes here," An Bai called out from the master bedroom.
Tang Ze walked over and whistled. "Well, well, Dong Fei really did hoard everything. Yet he was so stingy."
He grabbed a bottle of red wine and walked out of the bedroom, spotting Sun Ting. "Prepare the water bottles. We promised them, so we'll keep our word."
"Got it."
Tang Ze reclined in a rocking chair, opened the wine, and took a sip.
"Is there... anything I can do?" An Bai crouched beside Tang Ze, her voice soft and obedient. She wanted to prove her worth, fearing abandonment and a fate similar to Sun Ting's friend.
Tang Ze smiled and patted his leg.
An Bai hesitated briefly, then straddled his lap shyly.
"Here, have some wine," Tang Ze handed her the bottle.
An Bai tilted her head back, sipping the wine delicately. Some of it trickled down her porcelain neck, exuding sensuality.
At that moment, the women appeared at the doorway, momentarily stunned by the sight of Tang Ze and An Bai on the rocking chair. But they weren't particularly surprised—they'd seen too much recently to be shocked.
Still, as women, they couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at An Bai's beauty, her flawless skin, and even the faint scent of shampoo wafting through the air.
"They still get to bathe!" Meanwhile, their own hands were smeared with blood, filthy and stained, worse than when they'd scavenged for scraps.
"Here's your payment. Take it and go," Sun Ting announced, having arranged for each woman to receive a bottle of water.
Each woman collected her reward, but upon seeing the room filled with food and stacks of bottled water, new thoughts began to take root.
One woman gathered the others, whispering conspiratorially. "That's all the loot Dong Fei stole! Are we really just taking this measly amount?"
A forty - year - old woman chimed in eagerly, "Exactly! After moving all those bodies, how can a single bottle of water suffice? It's insulting!"
"Yeah, those three can't possibly consume all that. With the men gone, there's plenty for us," another added greedily.
Their confidence grew with each word, as if they'd returned to life before the apocalypse.
After a while, the twelve women selected a representative and approached the door again.
"Hello, I believe we've met before," one woman said to Sun Ting with a forced smile.
Sun Ting studied her but couldn't recall who she was. "And you are?"