Liu Tiantian's fate was unknown to all, yet they could hazard a guess.

What chance does a girl stand when she falls into the hands of wolves?

Even if Chen Zhenghao spared her life, without any resources to survive on, death was the only outcome.

Yet, there was no profound sorrow in everyone's hearts; instead, they breathed a sigh of relief.

At the very least, Liu Tiantian could feed Chen Zhenghao and his crew for a while.

Still, this served as a wake-up call for the other property owners.

If things continued this way, they feared they wouldn't last much longer.

That afternoon, Zhang Yi found himself unexpectedly added to a chat group.

He couldn't help but chuckle. In such unstable times, suspicion grew, and so did the number of cliques.

It was as if banding together would somehow make them stronger.

Glancing at the group members, Zhang Yi saw only six or seven people.

Zhou Peng, Fang Yuqing, Lin Caining, and a few other neighbors were all there.

Zhang Yi frowned, wondering what they were up to.

But soon enough, someone reached out to him.

Fang Yuqing: "@Zhang Yi, it's too dangerous out there. Chen Zhenghao will come for us sooner or later. We must unite."

Zhang Yi replied indifferently, "No worries, I'm quite comfortable on my own."

Lin Caining: "That's not the point. You're alone, and Chen Zhenghao has five or six people, and guns! You're not safe either."

Zhang Yi's lips curled. Why don't you ask Chen Zhenghao who broke his leg?

Chen Zhenghao hadn't dared to seek revenge yet; he knew Zhang Yi was tough.

Zhang Yi asked, "So, what do you propose?"

Fang Yuqing quickly said, "We're too vulnerable living separately. We've decided to move in together to stand a chance against Chen Zhenghao."

Zhang Yi laughed, "Oh? And you think you won't fear Chen Zhenghao's guns when you're together?"

Ridiculous. If numbers really mattered, the fifty households, over a hundred people, could stomp Chen Zhenghao to death with one kick each.

They're all cowards, seeking comfort in numbers.

Another voice from the group, Sun Zhichao, whom Zhang Yi remembered as a white-collar in finance, spoke up.

"With more people, at least they'll think twice. We can band together and secure the door, no fear of them breaking in."

"The problem now is we lack a good stronghold."

Fang Yuqing quickly added, "Zhang Yi, your place has a balcony, and the security door is very sturdy, perfect for resisting Chen Zhenghao."

"So, we hope you'll join our team and fight Chen Zhenghao together!"

Now Zhang Yi understood.

Fang Yuqing must have told them how great his place was.

Likely, they all knew about his perfect insulation system and the abundance of food.

Zhang Yi scoffed.

Their intentions were clear as day, even from floors away!

Zhang Yi bluntly said, "I don't need it, thanks. I'm very comfortable on my own. If you want to live together, find your own place!"

What a joke, cramming seven or eight people into his home?

In these times, who could tell friend from foe? Wouldn't that be inviting danger?

Besides, Zhang Yi owed them nothing.

After Zhang Yi's refusal, the group was visibly upset.

Sun Zhichao: "Zhang Yi, we're all in danger. You can't be so short-sighted! Only together can we survive!"

Another group member, Wang Min, also said, "We chose your place because it has a balcony, convenient for collecting snow water."

"You think we're taking advantage of you, but we can protect you too!"

Zhang Yi's smile was crooked.

He typed a message in the group: "Protect me??????"

The string of question marks conveyed his mockery.

Did they know the life he was living?

Talk of protection was laughable!

Fang Yuqing, huddled under her blankets, pursed her lips and then went on the offensive.

She knew Zhang Yi disliked her and wouldn't let her in.

So now, she was using the others to morally blackmail him.

She believed that in life-or-death situations, even if she and others like Lin Caining and Zhou Peng had wronged him, Zhang Yi should be more forgiving.

Lin Caining: "Zhang Yi, okay, we need you. But think about it, by letting us into your home, you could save seven or eight lives!"

"Can you bear to watch us get killed by Chen Zhenghao? We've been friends and neighbors for so many years!"

Among these seven or eight people, Zhang Yi indeed knew them all, some with whom he had good relations, including a colleague.

They pleaded with Zhang Yi to remember past friendships and let them in.

Unfortunately, Zhang Yi, who had been persecuted to death in his past life, was no longer the soft-hearted guy.

Most of those who had wronged him were in this group.

In the apocalypse, what good was humanity?

Survival was the only law!

So he said, "At this point, survival is up to each individual's ability. You hold no value to me, so why should I protect you?"

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After that, Zhang Yi left the group.

Dream on if they thought they could fleece him!

Without morals, he couldn't be blackmailed.

After the conversation, Zhang Yi took out a box of chips from the extra-dimensional space.

He sat in front of the window on a soft imported recliner, munching on chips while admiring the scenery.

Ignoring the severe cold outside, the snowy landscape was truly beautiful.

A world clad in white, free of any impurity, was a sight to behold.

Just then, he spotted a flailing black dot on the 18th floor, followed by a desperate scream.

Upon closer inspection, Zhang Yi realized it was a person falling.

In moments, they were buried in snow six or seven meters deep.

With temperatures below minus seventy degrees outside, survival was impossible in the thick snow.

It seemed the other buildings were in a similar state.

As resources dwindled, violent struggles for supplies, even murder, began everywhere!

Wherever there were people, the world was evolving into a hell on earth.

Zhang Yi continued eating his chips, contemplating the future.

It seemed he needed to be wary not only of his neighbors but also of other survivors outside.

In the apocalypse, anything could happen.