Lights Out for Chris!

The one yelling the loudest was Aunt Agnes, sharp-mouthed, monkey-faced. She put her hands on her hips, completely without any hesitation, shouting at Chris: "If we don't have them, the patrol team isn't allowed to take them either! If anyone takes them, I'll take a photo and call the police!"

Seeing someone take the lead, others gathered courage and followed, shouting: "Right! Call the police!"

"This is robbery! How dare you take other people's things!"

"The patrol team can pry open doors, but supplies must be distributed equally to every family!"

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With a group of old women together, their courage inexplicably grew. They said aggressively: "Distribute equally? Do you understand respecting the elderly and loving the young?! Those over 60 years old must get more!"

"All supplies should be distributed equally! Also, that young man named [Room and board included], who are you? Step out! You have so much food at your place, how can you bear to watch us starve?"

"Right! [Room and board included], step out! Let me, an old man, tell you a thing or two!"

"Doesn't the patrol team want to protect our safety? Then they must provide enough food for everyone every day!"

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Chris was completely dumbfounded. So I beat that guy up for nothing?

He walked up to Aunt Agnes, looked down at her from above, and said fiercely: "Old hag, do you think I'm negotiating with you?"

Aunt Agnes stuck out her neck and shouted: "If you dare touch me, I'll call the police..."

Slap! Chris slapped her across the face, knocking Aunt Agnes to the ground. She lost consciousness on the spot.

Chris roared: "Who else has an opinion!"

The scene was utterly silent. This kid's crazy! He even dares to hit a top-tier old woman! Absolutely no one dared speak anymore. The old women who were just yelling loudly all tried hard to shrink behind others. Her grandson Timmy started crying loudly.

Chris said with wide eyes: "What the hell are you howling about! Keep howling and I'll throw you downstairs!"

Timmy shut his mouth in terror.

"The patrol team is recruiting 6 people. Who wants to sign up?"

A young man cautiously raised his hand: "Captain Chris, I'm signing up."

"Good!" Chris laughed heartily, patting the man's shoulder: "What's your name?"

The man smiled apologetically: "David."

With the first one, others followed. Soon, 6 people signed up. After forming the patrol team, Chris immediately began forcefully collecting management fees: "Everyone must pay the management fee! Otherwise, don't blame me for bringing people to break open your door and collect from your place!"

The scene instantly became a scene of wailing and howling:

"Captain Chris, this is all the food I have left, you can't take it!" "Captain Chris, my child is still starving, don't rob me!" "This is mine, you're not allowed to take it! Ah! Don't hit me! Don't hit me! I'll give it to you, okay!"

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In the face of scarce food, survivors in the same building quickly devolved into two classes. Sounds of hitting and cursing were endless. Those who didn't join the patrol team began to regret it. I actually believed Chris's nonsense and came to this damn trading market. Now it's too late to run. And running isn't an option either. Chris will also bring people to storm into their homes and rob them.

Just as it was completely chaotic, a voice sounded: "Oh, quite lively."

Chris looked up and saw a man casually walked down with two beauties. The man looked very healthy. The two beauties were clearly well-dressed and radiant. Compared to the group of starving, disheveled female survivors, the two women were even more striking.

The scene quieted down. Sam said excitedly: "Quick look! Coach, that kid is next to Olivia! He must be [Room and board included]!"

"Isn't that kid just the convenience store clerk from downstairs?"

"Damn! It's this kid! A lousy store clerk pretending to be someone in the group chat!"

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Under the men's covetous gazes, Olivia and Michelle were very nervous, clinging tightly to Jake's arm. Jake, however, looked calm. Now his perception was fully active. He saw everyone's light. Most people's color was yellow with a bit of red light, showing some hostility. Chris was different. His light was red to purple, carrying blatant malice.

Chris said with a sinister smile: "So it's you, kid! Now pay the management fee. Hand over half your food!"

This foolish kid actually showed up! He actually brought women! These two women are mine now!

"Half?" Jake patted the two women's hands. The two women obediently let go of Jake.

Chris said greedily: "Right! And that black lychee of yours, give it to me too!"

Jake walked up to Chris with a smile and suddenly reached out and grabbed Chris's neck. Chris wanted to dodge, but found Jake's speed astonishingly fast. He couldn't dodge at all.

"Le-" Chris wanted to curse, spoke half the word, and his consciousness sank into darkness.

Crack! Jake cleanly snapped Chris's neck. Chris's head hung down unnaturally.

"Just this?" Jake let go and said indifferently. Chris's corpse fell to the ground with a thud.

The scene was utterly silent. Everyone was terrified. Chris... is dead? This is murder? Hitting people is one thing, but how can you kill someone? How did Chris die?

Gulp. Sam swallowed hard. He knew Chris's strength too well. Now, seemingly ordinary Jake instantly killed Chris! Jake must have also gained an ability! He must have eaten that Enlightenment Fruit!

Jake showed a bright, sunny smile, looked at everyone, and said with a smile: "Everyone, don't be afraid. Chris robbed you of your food. I have already avenged you."

Everyone was trembling. No one expected that this young convenience store clerk was the most terrifying fierce tiger. Some were afraid, but some had special ideas. It seems this young man named Jake is overflowing with a sense of justice.

Aunt Agnes happened to wake up. She saw Chris was killed, covered her swollen cheek, and laughed wildly: "Well killed! Well killed!"

Jake looked at the large bag of food Chris had collected and was very satisfied. It was a mess, had everything. This time he could increase the variety of supplies quite a bit.

Aunt Agnes said anxiously: "Give our things back!"

Jake blinked his eyes: "What things?"

Aunt Agnes pointed at the backpack and said expectantly: "This is ours!"

Jake shook his head: "This is clearly Chris's."

Others also gathered courage and spoke up: "Young man, that bag of things is ours!"

"That's right, their patrol team forcefully snatched it from us!"

Jake kicked Aunt Agnes aside and said with a smile: "Ask the one who robbed you to give it back. What does it have to do with me!"

Everyone's hearts turned cold. Chris robbed us, but Chris has already been killed by you! What the hell can we do?! Turns out this Jake isn't a good guy either!

Everyone could only vent their anger on the few patrol members. The patrol members trembled a bit. Without Chris leading them, surrounded by dozens of people, they were terrified. Everyone didn't dare provoke the fierce Jake, so they weren't polite to the patrol members. Those who had just been robbed were especially angry:

"Liu, give me back my ham sausage!" "You bastard struck by heaven's wrath, I only had one braised egg left, and you robbed it too! Do you have any humanity left!" "Quick! Give me back my instant noodles!" "Damn! That was my last bread!" "Wang, we've been neighbors for ten years! You actually had the heart to rob me!"

The few patrol members wanted to sneak away, but they were cornered. Soon, the food the patrol members had just secretly taken was discovered by others. Someone couldn't help but kick Sam. The remaining crowd swarmed him, and the scene instantly became chaotic:

"Ah! Don't hit me! Don't hit me!" "Help!" "I'm in agony!"

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