Chapter 191 The Low-Temperature Alert

Chapter 191: Freeze Warning

Lin Guangmei’s heart jolted at her son’s words, and she quickly interrupted him.

"No, absolutely not! We can't have your dad picking a fight with those two upstairs."

She then pulled Brother Biao aside, explaining with a worried expression, "It’s not that I don’t want revenge for our son, but that young couple upstairs is not to be trifled with. The man, Xie Tingsheng, is the leader of Qingcheng’s top-ranked mercenary team. Rumor has it he single-handedly founded the Peanut Squad, and now they’re a force to be reckoned with in Qingcheng. No other team dares to provoke them—even the Special Operations Bureau gives them respect."

"And he’s incredibly powerful. Just yesterday, a fierce squad showed up, claiming his wife had been sold to their leader by her grandparents. They tried to abduct her, and Xie Tingsheng was so enraged he transformed into a golden dragon on the spot. He killed their leader in a flash, and the remaining dozen or so members were utterly annihilated."

"So, Brother Biao, please don’t listen to our son and go looking for trouble. If something happens to you, what will we do?"

Lin Guangmei’s words were utterly sincere.

They had finally found someone to support them—a meal ticket she couldn't afford to lose. If he went and got himself killed, how would she and her son survive? That young man upstairs was ruthless and wouldn't hesitate. If Brother Biao ended up dead too, she’d have no one to turn to.

Brother Biao’s eyes flickered, his gut clenching. He hadn’t expected that fool Zhuo Kun would provoke the leader of Qingcheng’s most powerful faction the moment he arrived. No wonder he died so quickly.

A chilling glint flickered in his eyes. Initially, he had entertained thoughts of avenging his subordinate, but now, he felt the idiot deserved his fate—especially since he had dragged down an entire elite squad their organization had painstakingly trained.

Their organization had set its sights on Qingcheng, so the vanguard team they sent was composed of high-level elites. Losing over a dozen in one go was a painful blow, even for him.

But now that he knew who had killed them, Brother Biao no longer cared about those dead men. Instead, he worried whether those fools had leaked any information about their organization before dying. What if the Peanut Squad now had it out for them?

That would seriously hinder their plans to establish a foothold in Qingcheng.

According to their strategist’s predictions, Qingcheng was one of China’s most promising cities. If their organization wanted to expand, they had to plant their flag here.

Yet their plans had barely begun before Zhuo Kun ruined everything. How could he not be furious?

If he had known that idiot would jeopardize their entire operation over a woman, he'd have never sent him as part of the vanguard.

Brother Biao’s mind raced with countless thoughts. Now that he had the information he needed, he lost interest in the clingy mother and son before him.

He had plenty of beautiful women outside, especially after the apocalypse, when his status in the organization had risen. He’d seen his pick of the litter.

Before meeting Lin Guangmei again, he had still held some nostalgia for her—after all, she had been his youthful goddess and had borne him a son.

But now, seeing her in such a disheveled state, he couldn’t muster any affection. Still, for his son’s sake and the convenience of her residence, he decided not to cut ties just yet.

He put on a show of concern with a mix of firmness and gentleness, left them some food and warm supplies, then excused himself, claiming he needed to go on a supply run.

For the next two days, Brother Biao didn’t reappear in Jinxiu Huayuan, and Chen Fei gradually relaxed his guard.

Xie Tingsheng, however, didn’t halt the investigation. Due to the apocalypse, gathering information was difficult, but he managed to uncover details about Brother Biao’s pre-apocalypse activities.

Brother Biao had been one of the more notorious gang leaders in Qingcheng’s southern district. But with society’s laws still intact, he had kept his hands relatively clean—just overseeing bars and renting out muscle.

He was quite similar to Liu Hu of the Roaring Tiger Team, though Liu Hu had sugar daddies bankrolling him, while Brother Biao was his own boss and was far more ruthless.

Shortly before the apocalypse, Brother Biao had taken his men to Chuancheng for business and hadn’t been heard from since.

After reviewing the report, Hua Diao frowned and snorted, "He doesn’t seem like the type to stay quiet. Everything about him reeks of trouble."

Xie Tingsheng glanced at her, his eyes softening as he tousled her hair. "You’re right. He’s definitely not the peaceful type."

He recalled a recent message and narrowed his eyes. "I just received word from the people I assigned to monitor Lin Mohan. Last night, she made contact with Brother Biao. They stayed in a room together for nearly two hours—who knows what they discussed, but it can’t be anything good."

This discovery was a lucky break.

Brother Biao had been extremely cautious, and the tail Xie Tingsheng had assigned to him had got shook off. But the agent watching Lin Mohan had coincidentally spotted him.

Hua Diao’s eyes widened. "Lin Mohan’s involved too?"

She made a face. She had wanted to kill that troublemaker long ago, but Lin Mohan was part of the Special Operations Bureau. Without a solid excuse, Hua Diao couldn’t openly target her. She had planned to wait until Lin Mohan was alone, but the woman had been too vigilant, always moving in groups. Eventually, Hua Diao had pushed her to the back of her mind.

Now, the woman was back, sticking her nose where it doesn't belong. Who knew what she had told Brother Biao? She just couldn’t stay out of trouble.

Lin Mohan’s involvement only deepened Hua Diao’s suspicions about Brother Biao.

Yet, after that, Brother Biao made no further moves. Instead, the first thing to arrive was the low-temperature alert.

Two more days passed, making it four straight days of the deep freeze. The blizzard showed no signs of stopping, and residents on the lower floors were beginning to fear being buried alive.

With outdoor temperatures plummeting to -50°C, only those equipped with rare-grade Fire Stones dared to venture outside. Everyone else huddled indoors, refusing to brave the cold.

Well, except for those living on the ground floor who didn’t want to move. They endured the biting chill, shoveling snow daily to prevent their homes from being completely buried overnight.