Chapter 52 No, Treating Us Like Fools

Chapter 52 No, Treating Us Like Fools

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Whoever's inside, come out quickly!"

"We have something to discuss with you. Where is everyone?"

"If you don't come out, we'll break down the door!"

At noon, Meng Ci finally got out of bed.

Mainly because it was too cold outside.

He took out a thermometer and checked; the temperature had dropped to around six or seven degrees.

It wouldn't be long before it went below zero.

Meng Ci didn't know how he would survive without air conditioning or heating.

Although he could enter the space, there was a time limit!

Sigh.

If not for the need to process the soil he brought back yesterday, Meng Ci felt he could stay in bed forever.

After getting up, Meng Ci took out a hot bowl of noodle soup from the space, ate it, and then pulled out an alcohol stove.

Even though it was cold now, Meng Ci had been burning coal on the balcony.

Sometimes he would place a fully charged lamp there as well. After more than twenty days, the vegetables were ready to eat.

Meng Ci thought that since it was so cold, he could call Shen Que over and they could have a hot pot meal together.

But just as he moved a flower pot to the balcony, he heard someone frantically knocking on the door, and the alarm started beeping incessantly.

Meng Ci hesitated for a moment and tucked a handgun into his waistband.

From the sound outside, there were quite a few people, and this might turn into a fierce battle.

With a long knife in hand, he opened the door and saw Shen Que unlocking the two security doors.

Hearing the sound, Shen Que turned around. "Together?"

"Mm." Meng Ci nodded.

A couple of days ago, Meng Ci had asked Shen Que to change the direction of the outermost security door and then installed an iron sliding door on the new outer door.

Although opening the two security doors was more troublesome this way, it was much safer.

They could also talk to people through the iron sliding door, effectively keeping them at a distance and ensuring safety.

Opening the two security doors, they looked out through the iron sliding door.

Outside stood Deng Yang, flanked by two women.

He was about to instruct someone to use a chainsaw to cut the door when he saw Meng Ci and Shen Que open the door and waved them off.

"Just right. Since you opened the door, I won't waste diesel."

"What do you want?" Meng Ci stepped forward.

In his mind, with this iron sliding door, it felt like being visited in prison.

Deng Yang made a bold demand, treating others like fools.

"I heard you two have plenty of food. Why don't you bring it out as your contribution to joining us?"

"As for these two rooms, consider them your gift for joining us."

According to Zhang Mingtian, Deng Yang somehow connected with a group outside.

Relying on their backing, he had united most of the people in the building and was gradually taking control.

However, they hadn't caused any trouble until now.

Seeing the two women next to Deng Yang, Li Ping and Li Xiaoya, everything became clear.

Of course, among this group were a few people whom Meng Ci and Shen Que had dealt with before. Now that they had support, they sought revenge.

Meng Ci said nothing and opened the iron sliding door.

Deng Yang was pleased, thinking they agreed with him.

"You two are smart."

"Rest assured, under my command, you won't suffer."

Meng Ci wondered why there were so many people treating others like fools.

Or perhaps they had been trapped for too long and had gone mad themselves.

Meng Ci opened the iron sliding door, and Shen Que followed closely behind.

The two security doors, lacking support, slammed shut with a bang.

"No more talk. If you want our things, you'll have to kill us first."

Both held their knives, deciding to strike first.

Talking to an idiot is just a waste of words.

Meng Ci swung his knife at a man with a buzz cut nearby, while Shen Que headed straight for Deng Yang.

Deng Yang, a coward who feared death, pushed Li Xiaoya, who was on his left, forward.

As a result, Shen Que's knife landed directly on Li Xiaoya's shoulder, causing her to scream in pain.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!"

"Waaah! Brother Yang, save me!"

...

There were about twenty men and women on Deng Yang's side, all rushing forward together.

Deng Yang, however, hid behind the crowd and spat on the ground.

"You two are really stubborn. Since that's the case, die here then!"

Although Deng Yang had many people, they lacked fighting ability and were no match for Shen Que and Meng Ci alone.

But their numbers made up for it, and the relentless attacks started to wear them down.

Seeing Li Xiaoya crying uncontrollably nearby only added to Deng Yang's frustration, and he kicked her to the ground.

"What are you crying for? Go help!"

"If you keep crying, I'll kill you right now!"

Seeing the knife in Deng Yang's hand pointed at her, Li Xiaoya could only pick up a discarded knife from the ground and charge forward, gritting her teeth.

Meanwhile, Li Ping, who had been favored by Deng Yang recently, also hid behind him, glaring viciously at Meng Ci and Shen Que.

If she were killed by them, at least she wouldn't have suffered in vain these past few days.

At this point, Deng Yang had no time for sentimentality and ordered her to join the fight as well.

Li Ping took the knife from Deng Yang, remembering how her husband Zhao Ze died so tragically—all because of these two!

She could finally avenge him and join him in hell.

After all, if not for them refusing to let Zhang Mingtian take them along, Zhao Ze wouldn't have died!

Li Ping was ruthless, unlike the timid Li Xiaoya, and waited for the right moment to strike a fatal blow.

Li Xiaoya stumbled among the crowd, too afraid to attack or retreat easily.

Retreating would only make her situation worse.

Deng Yang had united many people in the building, keeping women as pets, allowing other men to bully them freely.

Outside, any bandit could come in to pick a woman for pleasure by giving Deng Yang half a pack of instant noodles, a handful of rice, or a potato.

No need to search for women; just a bit of food was enough to satisfy their desires.

"Ugh!"

Li Xiaoya clutched her stomach, looking down to see the knife embedded in her belly, disbelief written on her face.

In the chaos, someone behind her bumped into Li Xiaoya, causing her to stumble and fall onto the blade of the person in front.

The man holding the knife, seeing Li Xiaoya injured by his own weapon, quickly released his grip.

It was her own fault for running into him; he didn't mean to kill her.

Without support, Li Xiaoya fell to the ground, clutching her stomach as blood slowly seeped out.

Even in her last moments, Li Xiaoya glared resentfully at Meng Ci.

Why did he get to be born with parents and a good family?

Why was she a bastard child, unable to live a good life?

Why did Meng Ci still thrive after all these days of storms?

And she, only to be kicked around.

Li Xiaoya felt bitter.

But when she saw a knife about to stab Meng Ci from behind, she closed her eyes in satisfaction.