Zhou Peng, ignored by everyone, knocked on the door even harder.
"Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi! It's me, Zhou Peng!"
"Open the door, I have something important to tell you."
Zhang Yi sneered coldly, took out his gun, and with a "click," disengaged the safety.
He approached the door, "Who is it?"
Hearing Zhang Yi respond, Zhou Peng quickly gestured to Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining to get ready below.
It was the first time the two women were involved in such a murderous plot, and they were nervous.
But the thought of moving into Zhang Yi's warm, comfortable house with plenty of food after killing him steeled their resolve!
Zhou Peng pleaded, "Zhang Yi, it's Zhou Peng. We've run out of food at home. For old times' sake, could you spare me some?"
His face was a mask of desperation, but his hand was secretly ready to draw his knife.
Leaning against the door, Zhang Yi said indifferently, "We're out of food here too, I can't help you with that!"
Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining cursed inwardly.
Your house is out of food?
Are those seven or eight boxes of scallops, dried scallops, and abalone in the kitchen all fake?
But they were prepared for this situation.
Gritting his teeth, Zhou Peng pulled out a box of medicine from his pocket.
"Zhang Yi, I'm not asking for a handout! I'll trade you a box of ibuprofen."
In the freezing cold, many were suffering from colds and fevers.
Under these circumstances, medicine could save lives, its value comparable to food.
To lure Zhang Yi into opening the door, Zhou Peng offered his treasured ibuprofen.
Behind the door, Zhang Yi was pondering how to deal with them.
Kill them?
That was easy, whether with a gun or a crossbow, he could end their lives.
But simply killing them would be too boring.
In the apocalypse, death was a release; it was living that was hell without end.
He certainly wouldn't let these scoundrels off easy.
After some thought, Zhang Yi had an idea.
He went to the trash can and took out an empty Pulsation bottle.
Having drunk several cans of beer, he was ready to relieve himself.
He aimed at the bottle and let loose a stream.
"Ibuprofen? That's not bad, let me think about it."
While urinating, Zhang Yi lazily chatted with Zhou Peng.
The people outside heard the faint sound of water but had no idea what Zhang Yi was doing.
Hearing Zhang Yi's tone, they were excited, thinking there was hope.
Zhou Peng quickly said, "Yes, yes, just open the door, and we'll trade. I'm not asking for much, just two packs of instant noodles!"
According to current prices in the community, ibuprofen could trade for at least five packs of noodles!
Zhou Peng deliberately lowballed to trick Zhang Yi into opening the door.
"Two packs of noodles? I wouldn't want you to feel shortchanged, that would be embarrassing."
Zhang Yi finished his business and now held a bottle of iced tea, brimming and topped with white foam.
Thinking Zhang Yi was about to bite, Zhou Peng pressed against the door, "No worries, I'm starving, and we're colleagues. Better to help you than someone else. Hurry up and open the door!"
Zhang Yi climbed onto a stool to reach the shooting hole above the door, then poured a bottle of steaming fresh iced tea over the three people outside.
Zhou Peng and the others were shocked by the sudden dousing.
Fang Yuqing and Lin Caining screamed.
"Ah! What is this?!"
"Hey, it's hot water, it's still steaming!"
Feeling the warmth, they were initially pleased.
But within a second, they detected a peculiar, pungent odor.
"This... this is urine!!!!"
"Ah!!!!"
Drenched in urine, the two women screamed like slaughtered pigs and crouched down, vomiting uncontrollably.
Zhou Peng, red with rage, pounded the door, "Zhang Yi, I @#￥&*!&%#￥! You damn come out, I'll kill you!"
But the heavy alloy door didn't budge under his fists, instead causing Zhou Peng's hands to throb with pain.
From inside, Zhang Yi's hearty laughter echoed.
"How's the taste of my urine? Enjoyable?"
"A bunch of idiots, trying to trick me. You think you're worthy?"
The group outside realized they had been discovered by Zhang Yi.
Shocked and furious, they hurled insults at him from outside.
Zhou Peng cursed, "Damn it, I shouldn't have wasted time talking! Just you wait, I'll get in and kill you!"
Dropping the act, he pulled a kitchen knife from his clothes and hacked at the door!
Ordinary doors are wooden and can be opened by breaking the lock.
But Zhang Yi's door was made of solid alloy, able to withstand an RPG blast!
Zhou Peng's knife hit it like striking steel.
The door didn't move, and the recoil sent the knife flying!
The knife grazed Zhou Peng's head, leaving a long gash.
And his hand bled profusely from the shock.
A bit of biological trivia—human skin is more fragile in winter, and pain is more intense.
Zhou Peng was stunned, narrowly avoiding a face strike.
But the intense pain quickly snapped him out of it.
"Ah!!!!"
Zhou Peng howled in pain.
Seeing this, the two women, driven by fear, abandoned Zhou Peng and ran away.
Zhang Yi, watching from inside, weighed the handgun in his hand, considering whether to go out and shoot them each.
Not to kill them, but to wound them; in this icy apocalypse, they'd be living a fate worse than death.
But after a moment's thought, he abandoned the idea.
Why?
Because outside were three mad dogs!
Although he had a high chance of injuring them if he went out, there was still a tiny chance of being killed himself.
Zhang Yi would never gamble with his own safety!
That's right, he was the king of survival!
With his comfortable life, why bother with rash actions.
"No worries, I'll just wait them out here. Let's see how long they last in this apocalypse!"
Zhang Yi relaxed and returned to the couch to continue playing his game.
Zhou Peng and Fang Yuqing ran back to their homes, Zhou Peng sitting on the couch, shaking uncontrollably.
He had nearly lost his life moments ago and was still shaken.
Seeing the urine on his body dripping onto the couch, Fang Yuqing screamed.
"Ah! Get away, who let you sit on my couch!"
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