The shouting got clearer with each step — furniture crashing and too many voices trying to shout over panic. Someone screamed at the doors. Someone else screamed louder. It wasn't tactical. It was a collapse.
I opened the system.
[ZKP: 1405]
Fast taps. No hesitation.
[Purchase: Healing Potion – 50 ZKP]
[Purchase: 9mm Magazine ×5 – 50 ZKP]
[Remaining ZKP: 1105]
I reached into my pack, pulled out the Type-9K, and shoved it into Shen Yifei's hands. It was already set to single-shot mode. The kick would still hit hard, but not enough to break an arm.
Because they were this close, I could see that Deng Hua was wounded, while the others seemed no better.
"Give this to Liang Mei," I said. "Three mags." I dropped them into her palm, one by one.
"Will she use it?" Shen Yifei asked.
"She'll survive," I said. "Make sure of it."
Then I handed her the cheap pistol we took off the thugs — the knockoff 9mm still half-oiled. I shoved the five magazines into her satchel.
