Suddenly, Meng De noticed someone on the opposite Building 6 using a white bedsheet to write an SOS distress signal.
It was likely a woman, as the words were written in lipstick.
"There's a survivor in Building 6!"
Meng De thought for a moment but decided not to head over immediately.
"Today, searching for supplies is the priority."
"I'll check it out when I have time."
To save a homeless goddess—oops, to rescue a goddess—he didn't mind making the trip.
After clearing the zombies upstairs, Meng De began sweeping downward.
Floor by floor, he discovered that, apart from their group, there were almost no survivors left in the building.
This actually relieved him of any burden.
Upon encountering zombies, it was all about slashing and killing!
After a series of actions, he had cleared out an entire building of zombies.
To avoid the stench from the heat, he immediately tossed the zombies out of the building.
After all, they still had to live here for a while.
He didn't want to be driven out by the smell.
After collecting the supplies, his 100-cubic-meter personal space was already more than half full.
"Might as well loot the supermarket in the community too!"
In the apocalypse, Meng De couldn't have too many supplies.
Just like goddesses—the more, the better!
The community had six buildings in total.
Building 5, where he was located, was toward the back, about 200 meters from the supermarket at the entrance.
Although Meng De wasn't afraid of zombies, he didn't want to be surrounded by them.
So, he dashed past the zombies on the road at a speed surpassing even Usain Bolt, the world's fastest man.
If you asked how fast he was, you'd have to ask certain "one-second men."
As fast as those "one-second men" were, that's how fast he was at this moment!
Of course, certain combat situations were a different story!
Along the way, a few unlucky zombies he bumped into had their throats slit.
But as soon as he arrived at the supermarket entrance, Meng De instantly felt something was off.
"Huh? Someone's been here?"
The back door of the supermarket had been broken.
And it was most likely done by someone from the Jinxiu Garden community.
The supermarket was designed with two doors—one facing outward and one inward—to make it convenient for residents to shop.
There were also four bodies on the ground.
They seemed to be former supermarket employees.
It wasn't surprising, as the supermarket operated 24/7, so having a few employees was normal.
"Someone beat me to it!"
Meng De wasn't too surprised. With six buildings in the community and nearly a thousand households, it was inevitable that some survivors had managed to stay alive.
This was perfectly normal.
Upon entering the supermarket, he saw that several shelves had already been emptied.
Mostly snacks and other easy-to-carry items.
Staples like rice were still there.
"Hehe, now it's all mine!"
Compared to flashy but impractical snacks, he preferred these life-saving staples.
The former could at most add flavor, but the latter could save lives.
The community supermarket was quite large.
But with his spatial ability, he swiftly stored shelf after shelf of items into his personal space.
To make it easier to access the supplies, he even took the shelves along, saving himself the trouble of sorting.
In no time, the supermarket looked as if it had been licked clean—spotless.
Even the generator in the storage room was dismantled and taken.
According to his estimation, the time of the great blackout was near.
Being able to hold out this long in the apocalypse, China's power generation capability was indeed top-notch globally.
With the power outage, this generator would come in handy.
"This batch is all mine!"
Meng De gladly accepted it, not even sparing a nearby barrel of gasoline.
In the apocalypse, these were scarce resources!
After setting down the generator, his personal space was almost full.
"Hmm, time to head back!"
"This haul is quite substantial!"
Meng De was very pleased with his masterpiece.
"Quietly I leave, just as I quietly came; I wave my sleeves, taking not a single cloud."
In high spirits, he even recited a poem by Poet Xu.
But just as he turned to walk out of the supermarket entrance, he saw seven or eight people approaching.
They had come to move supplies, but upon reaching the supermarket entrance, they found that the once fully stocked store was now completely empty in just a short while.
The group thought they were seeing things, but upon a second look, the entire supermarket was indeed empty, and they immediately panicked.
"Damn it! Who told you to touch this stuff?"
"These are all Brother Dao's things! Messing with Brother Dao's stuff, are you looking to die?"
"Hand over everything now!"
"Or I'll make sure you die!"
The group shouted and brandished knives and sticks, blocking Meng De at the entrance.
Although they didn't understand how the supplies had disappeared, it was clear that this person was involved.
Brother Dao?
Meng De recalled that there was indeed someone called Brother Dao nearby, a gangster who ran a casino and lent money.
If you didn't repay his loans, you'd see red—he was Brother Dao Wang Dalong!
Brother Dao was ruthless; it was said that many who borrowed money from him and couldn't repay ended up "donating" their blood, and some bosses were even driven to jump off buildings.
As for women, they were either XXed by him, then XXed by his underlings, or forced into XX business to repay their debts.
In short, whether male or female, there was no good ending.
Meng De hadn't expected this guy to still be alive.
And it seemed that even in the apocalypse, he was living quite comfortably.
Indeed, good people don't last long, while scoundrels live for a thousand years!
Understanding the identity of this group, Meng De didn't want to waste any more time here.
Wouldn't it be better to go back early and cuddle with the goddess?
There were twin flowers waiting for him at home.
"You saw me collecting things just now, didn't you?"
The group was still cursing when they heard Meng De utter a cryptic sentence.
What?
Before the seven or eight heads could react, they saw Meng De nod as if answering his own question.
"You must have seen it."
"According to the Law-Extinguishing Formula, spying on me is equivalent to probing my strength, and probing my strength means harboring harmful intentions toward me!"
"It seems I can't let you live!"
With that, Meng De took out his Tang Saber and pointed his index finger at them.
"Fuck! You dare to make a move!"
"Brothers, get him! Cut him down!"
The seven or eight people around him rushed forward, seemingly fierce, but to Meng De, an ability user, they were just a bunch of weaklings.
Dealing with these ordinary people was all too easy.
In no time, he had them all crying for their parents, wishing they had an extra leg, and in the end, he mercifully sent them all away.
Such terrifying combat prowess!
Nearby, by the window of Building One, a man was also stunned by Meng De's terrifying combat prowess.
"Holy shit, when did Meng De become so fierce?"
(End of Chapter)