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Zheng Yifan struggled for a long time before finally breaking free from the clutches of those women. He found refuge atop the fountain, crouching down as he spoke to Liu Hao.
"Your harem is quite powerful, but you really need to manage them well. They must know who the master is. Just look at how they swarm; I almost got devoured by these crazy women."
With that, Zheng Yifan continued to chew on his toothpick, his face full of distress. Having such women in the apocalypse was simply terrifying; he felt completely out of place among these frenzied fans.
They were the most normal girls he had encountered in this harsh world. From them, Zheng Yifan felt no trace of the apocalypse's impact; they were just like before—carefree girls without a worry in the world, not having to sell everything for food.
"Big brother! Please don’t say that! We are pure! I swear I haven’t touched any of them in two years. They aren’t my harem; they are my ancestors! From dawn till dusk, I work myself to the bone just to keep them fed. Do you think it’s easy for me?"
"It’s not easy at all! Why on earth does someone like you get to enjoy such good fortune? I can only imagine how many people would be envious if they knew!" Zheng Yifan teased while rating each girl.
None scored below eighty; honestly, Liu Hao had quite an eye for talent.
Zheng Yifan lamented as a group of young girls below watched him crouching handsomely on the fountain. The water flowed around his feet, and his handsome face along with his strong physique made those girls' eyes sparkle with admiration, as if they wanted to swallow him whole.
"Gao Lu! Aixue! Cui Jiaqi! And you all! Get back here! What are you making such a fuss about? Have you never seen a man before? Must you force someone to climb onto a fountain just to be happy?"
A clear voice scolded them, scattering the unruly girls. The reprimand came from a woman who stepped out of a tastefully decorated store.
This woman was older than the teenage girls, probably around twenty-five or twenty-six—at the prime of her alluring maturity. Her hair was soft yet strong, shining with a dark luster. Her brows were furrowed, and her large, bright eyes sparkled with life. Her cheeks glowed with a hint of red, and her skin was fair and smooth. Despite not wearing makeup, she exuded more femininity than those youthful girls and was even more seductive. Coupled with her devilishly attractive figure and curves that seemed to beckon, any man who saw her would instinctively tighten his stomach and feel an overwhelming desire to conquer.
However, what Zheng Yifan found most off-putting about her was her icy demeanor. As an otaku, he had never been fond of ice queens and didn’t have the inclination to warm up to someone so cold. But just because he wasn’t interested didn’t mean others weren’t.
Ever since this woman appeared, Liu Hao seemed to transform completely; his confident city hunter demeanor vanished without a trace, replaced by a bashful shyness reminiscent of first love. His cheeks flushed as he gazed at her, breathing heavily and wanting to stare openly while fearing he might offend her beauty. His body felt awkward as his hands trembled uncertainly.
Meanwhile, Ten Thousand Steps sat nearby, completely unfazed as he sipped his fine wine while sitting cross-legged on the ground. He wore an expression of amusement as if watching a show and pulled out a chicken leg from somewhere, gnawing on it vigorously.
The aroma of the chicken leg stirred cravings among many beautiful women nearby. Yet this fellow paid no mind to anyone else and focused solely on satisfying his own hunger, grease from the chicken leg smeared all over his face.
Looking at Liu Hao's expression, Zheng Yifan felt an overwhelming urge to kick him.
What a disgrace, truly embarrassing; he might as well have had the name of a nouveau riche carved into his forehead.
Suddenly, a waft of fragrance swept through the air. Ten Thousand Steps, drawn by the alluring scent, instinctively turned his head to follow it.
Just as he was about to evade, a pristine handkerchief was presented before him. Turning to look, he found himself nearly overwhelmed by a pair of ample curves that seemed ready to engulf him, his gaze fixated on their fullness.
As he looked up further, he saw a stunning beauty with skin as white as snow gazing at him with a playful smile in her eyes.
Naturally, he noticed the woman swallow hard several times, and he could see other women around her doing the same.
They hadn’t enjoyed meat for quite some time; even the vegetarians from the Post-Apocalypse couldn’t resist the primal urge for flesh. It was simply a bodily instinct.
Ten Thousand Steps glanced at the woman before him and then at the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand. After some hesitation, he scrutinized his chicken leg again before stealing another glance at the beautiful woman. Gritting his teeth, he shifted himself away.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Watching the awkward woman in front of Ten Thousand Steps and Liu Hao nearby fawning over her, Zheng Yifan felt utterly perplexed. Could it be that these women were not part of his harem?
Ten Thousand Steps found a corner for himself, indulging in snacks and sipping fine wine. Although he had long finished his chicken leg, for a man of his size—especially one who had found a Boss like Zheng Yifan—snacks were plentiful.
Zheng Yifan sat calmly on the carpet, sipping an unknown coffee with a unique flavor that he had never encountered in the real world. The taste was rich but not overwhelmingly bitter; instead, it carried a sweet aroma.
Liu Hao fidgeted nervously beside him, twisting and turning as if countless ants were crawling out from the ground to impede his comfort.
On a clean and tidy coffee table sat three teacups. A delicate hand lifted a teapot to refill them. Since entering, Zheng Yifan hadn’t uttered a word; he simply admired the beauty preparing tea. Liu Hao tried several times to speak but always fell silent, unsure of how to begin.
"Did you not bring back any supplies?"
After finishing her tea, the Ice Queen spoke up, and Liu Hao could only lower his head, nodding gently like a child who had made a mistake. He then said, "It's chaotic outside, and food has become extremely scarce. Supplies are getting harder to obtain. Give me some time; I will go out again and see if I can find more..."
He couldn't finish his sentence. Supplies had become the Sword of Damocles hanging over Ancheng, threatening to fall at any moment and crush everyone.
The Ice Queen fell silent, as if it was only natural for Liu Hao to search for food and supplies, even withholding the simplest words of concern.
"Do you not have hands or brains? Are those two claws just for show? Is your mind nothing but mush?"
Zheng Yifan had been smiling at them until now, but at this moment, he finally spoke up.
Since entering this room, Zheng Yifan had been completely ignored, as if he were just a stray cat or dog picked up by Liu Hao. The Ice Queen had paid little attention to him, perhaps only glancing at him once at the beginning before turning her focus elsewhere.
Everything seemed to be taken for granted, and Liu Hao appeared to relish it, making Zheng Yifan feel that Liu Hao might have a masochistic tendency.
Finally, the Ice Queen raised her head, looking at Zheng Yifan with confusion, seemingly unable to understand why he was acting this way. Meanwhile, Liu Hao anxiously tugged at Zheng Yifan's sleeve, trying to stop him from doing something.
With a loud crash, Zheng Yifan kicked over the ornate tea table, spilling several cups of coffee onto the floor. The coffee splashed onto the Ice Queen's clothes, scalding her and causing her to lose her composure.
While no one was paying attention, Zheng Yifan had already pointed the Silver Spear at Liu Hao's carotid artery. Seeing the panicked expression on the icy beauty's face shocked Liu Hao completely. When he noticed her pale complexion from fear, his eyes instantly filled with rage as he lunged toward Zheng Yifan.
"Bang!"
Blood splattered everywhere as Liu Hao collapsed onto the pristine white tiles, a bright red bloom of blood spreading across the floor. Blood trickled down from the wound on his forehead, which Zheng Yifan had inflicted with the gun barrel.
"Ah!" The sound of a woman's terrified scream echoed throughout the Underground Mall.
"Slap!" A harsh blow landed on her face, leaving five bloody fingerprints. The scream abruptly ceased as Liu Hao glared at Zheng Yifan, his eyes smeared with blood, vision blurred.
Struggling with all his might, he attempted to rise, but Zheng Yifan's foot pressed firmly against his chest, pinning him down and rendering him unable to get up.
Zheng Yifan slowly raised the Silver Spear, resting it on the woman's shoulder. The tip of the spear traced a shallow line of blood along her delicate neck, the pressure expertly controlled, almost severing her carotid artery without actually harming that critical spot.
Time seemed to freeze. Zheng Yifan's cold gaze, the woman's panicked expression, Liu Hao desperately writhing on the ground, and Ten Thousand Steps frantically stuffing chips into his mouth all created a surreal tableau.
Everything felt utterly still.
"What... what are you going to do?" The woman finally regained her composure, her voice trembling as she spoke to Zheng Yifan.
Her exquisite face had turned pale with fear, beads of cold sweat trickling down her cheeks, accompanied by tears that fell silently.
The terror in her heart and the panic within were fully expressed; her legs trembled uncontrollably. If it weren't for the shame brought on by the post-apocalypse world, she might have lost control long ago.
Even though she was desperately holding on, she felt an overwhelming urge to urinate, fearing she would embarrass herself in front of these three men.
It was a loss of dignity for a woman. (To be continued...)
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