Seeing Mrs. Lin unresponsive to their calls, the neighbors began to realize they had been duped by her!

Suddenly, the chat group was filled with "warm greetings" for Mrs. Lin.

But from the moment Mrs. Lin decided to deceive the neighbors, she had already abandoned any concern for her reputation, so their curses meant nothing to her.

However, someone had set their sights on the supplies she had swindled.

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Take Chen Zhenghao, a man of the streets, for example!

Although the apocalypse had arrived five days ago, no one knew the true state of affairs outside.

Thus, the struggle for supplies had not yet reached a life-or-death intensity.

In Zhang Yi's memory, Chen Zhenghao would later lead a gang to rob others, even resorting to murder.

But for now, he hadn't considered taking the neighbors' supplies by force.

After all, not every thug is a madman; Chen Zhenghao had some brains.

Even Zhang Yi, who had shot him in the leg, wasn't attacked further by Chen without absolute certainty of success.

Now, their own supplies were dwindling.

Thugs like him didn't usually stockpile supplies at home.

There was plenty of beer in the fridge, but it was all frozen solid; not only was it useless against hunger, but they had to smash it just to gnaw on the ice.

Mrs. Lin's actions, however, caught his attention.

She had claimed she would collect supplies and then distribute them evenly.

Although he scoffed at her words, it was now clear that Mrs. Lin had obtained some of the neighbors' supplies through deception.

This gave him a perfectly legitimate reason to take them!

Even if the ice thawed and the issue escalated, Mrs. Lin, being in the wrong, wouldn't dare to do much.

So, Chen Zhenghao picked up his phone and called Mrs. Lin.

At that moment, Mrs. Lin was at home, happily munching on biscuits with her grandson Xiaohu.

Instant noodles would have to wait for the brief period of electricity each day to boil water.

Suddenly, the phone rang insistently.

"Grandma, phone call!"

Xiaohu pointed to the phone.

Mrs. Lin snorted disdainfully, her eyes full of contempt.

She was sure it was one of the neighbors she had conned calling.

She felt no guilt towards those fools and thought they were all idiots.

But when she saw the caller ID, fear flashed across her face.

"Chen Zhenghao? What does he want with me?"

Chen Zhenghao was a notorious figure, not only for his many henchmen but also for his powerful connections.

He was not someone a small-time neighborhood committee worker like her could afford to provoke.

Mrs. Lin answered the call.

Chen Zhenghao's voice came through: "Hey, Mrs. Lin! You're quite the talent, gathering everyone's supplies for yourself."

At the mention of "supplies," Mrs. Lin became alert.

She coughed, "Ahem, as a neighborhood committee worker, it's my duty to manage the supplies for everyone."

Chen Zhenghao chuckled coldly: "Heh, that's perfect. We're running low on supplies at home, so bring them over to me, quick!"

Mrs. Lin's face stiffened; she hadn't expected this thug to come demanding her supplies!

She seemed to forget that she had also obtained these supplies from her neighbors through shameless means.

Although she didn't dare to provoke Chen Zhenghao, she was unwilling to hand over the supplies she had acquired, wanting to survive with her grandson.

She clenched her teeth and said, "I still need to organize these supplies. And some people haven't turned theirs in yet, so I can't distribute them."

Chen Zhenghao was growing impatient.

This Mrs. Lin really didn't know what was good for her, trying to fob him off with such excuses!

He cursed, "Old hag, don't be shameless!"

"Have you pocketed all those supplies for yourself?"

"Let me tell you, hand them over nicely, or else, heh, I'll come and take them myself!"

Mrs. Lin turned pale with fright, trembling and at a loss for words.

She had always been one to bully the weak and fear the strong, domineering and tricky with ordinary property owners.

But how was she to deal with someone like Chen Zhenghao?

She mustered her courage and said, "What do you want? I warn you, don't do anything rash! I am a neighborhood committee worker!"

Chen Zhenghao's laughter grew louder, "Pah, what rubbish, thinking too highly of yourself! If you won't hand it over, I'll come and get it myself!"

After saying that, Chen Zhenghao hung up.

Due to the extreme cold these past few days, he had called his henchmen to his home.

On one hand, more people meant more warmth, and on the other, many had fallen ill after being doused with cold water by Zhang Yi and needed care.

Thirdly, as a man of the streets, Chen Zhenghao was somewhat smart.

He had realized that the situation was developing oddly, so he gathered his men.

If the time came, having people on his side would give him absolute authority!

But with so many people, they needed to eat.

After hanging up, he called his henchmen, and they marched boldly towards Mrs. Lin's home.

Chen Zhenghao, using a mop as a crutch and holding a baseball bat in one hand, stormed to Mrs. Lin's door with a menacing air.

Zhang Yi watched the whole scene clearly through the surveillance camera.

Sitting in front of the TV with his legs propped on the coffee table, Zhang Yi munched on chips and enjoyed the show.

"Well, well, looks like a dog-eat-dog show is about to start!"

Zhang Yi said with a grin.

It was only the fifth day of the apocalypse, and already such an entertaining drama was unfolding, with both parties being people he disliked immensely.

Zhang Yi was in high spirits.

Suddenly, he thought of the naive neighbors who had been conned by Mrs. Lin.

According to his past life memories and understanding of these neighbors, even after this event, some would still be duped.

It couldn't be helped; people always hope for the best, and due to thousands of years of Confucian thought, Chinese people instinctively obey figures like Mrs. Lin representing the neighborhood committee.

And so, Mrs. Lin would fleece them layer by layer.

Zhang Yi stroked his chin, "If I share what's happening here in the group, I wonder what will happen?"

A mischievous smile appeared on Zhang Yi's face, "It's bound to be quite the spectacle!"

With that, he pressed the record button.

After Chen Zhenghao and his men arrived at Mrs. Lin's, they began to loudly demand she open the door.

Yuelu Residential Area was a mid-range complex, and every household had a security door installed.

But as everyone knows, security doors are meant to deter thieves, not to withstand a forceful break-in.

Mrs. Lin's home was not as fortified as Zhang Yi's.

Despite her desperate attempts to barricade the door, the lock couldn't withstand the onslaught of the covetous thugs wielding baseball bats, steel rods, and crowbars, and was quickly broken.

Clearly, this wasn't their first time doing such a thing.

Once the lock was broken, the tables and sofas Mrs. Lin used to block the door did nothing to stop them.

Through the camera, Zhang Yi saw the terror written all over Mrs. Lin's pale face.