Chapter 14: Gu Anqing Comes Around

With this realization, Gu Anqing began to feel uneasy. She no longer doubted Liu Shuang'er's words, but she still had lingering concerns.

"Shuang'er, I believe you, but you have to give me something convincing. How can I trust a stranger who claims to guarantee me a lifetime of food and shelter? It sounds a bit far-fetched."

"Anqing, do you trust me? This is my firsthand experience over the past two days. You have to obey him unconditionally, or he has no obligation to risk his life to save you."

At this point, Gu Anqing wasn't foolish. If she remained stubborn and prideful, Huang Ming wouldn't bother with her.

Anqing's heart was heavy. She knew what agreeing meant—complete submission to a stranger, with no room for defiance.

The thought made her blush to the tips of her ears, her face filled with worry.

But if she didn't agree, death awaited her. Her food was almost gone, and she'd start starving tomorrow. How long could she last?

With this in mind,

Gu Anqing cast aside her pride, stubbornness, and confidence, leaving only the survival instinct of the apocalypse—the will to live.

"Shuang'er, I agree. What should I do now?"

"Anqing, I'm so glad you've come around. He'll act at midnight. I'll contact you then."

"Midnight? I don't understand. Why not during the day?"

"It's a long story. You'll understand later. He has night vision goggles. We've already scouted the route with a drone today. There aren't many zombies, and he'll clear them in advance. You just need to follow him closely."

Shuang'er ended the conversation with Anqing, letting out a long sigh of relief. She'd finally convinced her best friend, but the real challenge was yet to come. She couldn't help with the rest.

Huang Ming would be the one risking his life to rescue Anqing, and this thought made Shuang'er's heart race with worry. She feared he might not return.

Huang Ming noticed Shuang'er's anxiety and felt a warmth in his heart. He comforted her and changed the subject.

"Don't worry, I'll come back safely. It's still early. Let's see how many trips the guys plan to make to the cafeteria."

"Right. With 46 guys this time, they should be able to bring back at least half the supplies."

Huang Ming operated the drone again, following Wang Gang and the others.

As expected, their large group moved unimpeded, clearing the zombies along the way. All that was left was the搬运.

This time, half the group carried supplies while the other half provided escort.

They spent the entire afternoon making over ten trips, nearly emptying two-thirds of the cafeteria by nightfall.

Night fell.

August 28th, 7:10 p.m.

Wang Gang and the others locked the main door and began distributing the resources in the lobby. The supplies would keep Building 10's residents alive for over half a month.

Everyone present couldn't hide their smiles. It was as if they'd never been this happy before.

"Brothers, let's divide the supplies equally among the 46 of us. Don't give any to the women. If we take less, our future will be tough. If you want to share, that's your business. I'm only taking my one forty-sixth share."

After saying this, Ji Dayong took his share and left without looking back.

"Exactly! I won't give a single grain to anyone else. If you want to be charitable, that's your business."

Wang Gang and Ma Tao also took their shares and followed Ji Dayong.

The others exchanged glances, each taking their portion before returning to their rooms.

At this moment,

Everyone realized the true apocalypse had arrived. Food was precious.

They understood that the women no longer held value—their only worth now was to provide entertainment in the days to come.

They were confident that no woman would refuse food to fill her stomach.

Auntie Li, who had diligently guarded the door and helped in the lobby, was also given a small share of supplies.

But it was pitifully little, enough for only two or three days.

When Wang Gang and the others returned to their rooms with their supplies, the group chat grew awkward.

The women began to emerge one by one, complaining and accusing the men of hoarding the spoils and not sharing.

The criticism grew harsher and more vulgar until someone finally snapped.

It was Ding Yang from Room 2303, who lashed out:

"You bitches, what era do you think this is? Still acting all high and mighty? Think you're still living in the past? If you want to survive, shut your mouths from now on. Make us happy, and maybe we'll throw you a scrap. Hahaha..."

"Exactly! Think you're still princesses? If you've got the guts, go out and fight zombies, haul supplies yourselves. If you can do that, we'll respect you. If not, wise up. Still daring to curse? Are you out of your minds?"

This came from Xu Shan, Ding Yang's neighbor in Room 2302.

All the women turned pale. They were educated and not stupid. They understood the situation better than anyone.

Either they went out and fought, or they submitted quietly, or they waited at home for their time to run out.

A brief silence followed.

No more women spoke in the group chat. They didn't want to provoke the men at this critical moment—it would do them no good.

Some of the more cunning women began privately messaging the men, trying to secure whatever benefits they could.

Zhou Ting and Wang Xue exchanged glances after reading the group chat.

Though they still had some food left, it wouldn't last forever. They seemed to see their own fates reflected in each other's eyes.

Liu Shuang'er, reading the group chat, felt a mix of emotions. She was grateful she'd met Huang Ming.

Otherwise, she'd have been reduced to a life without dignity, trampled underfoot.

She patted her chest, relieved, then turned to look at Huang Ming's handsome profile, her heart filled with sweet, blissful emotions.

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