Zhou Ke'er hesitated for a long time but eventually agreed.
Her morals and conscience wouldn't allow her to become a despicable person.
However, in her eyes, the neighbors' behavior of robbing Zhang Yi out of jealousy was even more vile.
So, she chose to help Zhang Yi.
Zhang Yi said, "Alright, I need to see some useful information from you first before I give you what you want. From now on, it depends on how you perform!"
Zhou Ke'er replied, "Mm, I understand."
She was a kind-hearted woman, but definitely not foolish. She wouldn't naively expect Zhang Yi to help her unconditionally.
Their conversation ended there.
Zhang Yi glanced at the group chat. There were over 99 unread messages, and people were still tagging him, attempting to morally blackmail and threaten him.
"Zhang Yi, where the hell are you? Give us an answer now! Are you handing over your supplies or not?"
Some people were already getting impatient.
A cold smile crept onto Zhang Yi's lips. It seemed they were planning to storm his house.
"Go eat shit!"
Zhang Yi responded with a laugh.
Immediately, the group chat exploded with curses, spewing all kinds of vulgarities.
Zhang Yi couldn't care less. "Come if you dare!"
He had already killed with his own hands before and felt no guilt. So, he didn't mind killing a few more.
"Alright, Zhang Yi, you asked for this!"
"Don't say we didn't give you a chance, you selfish scum!"
"From now on, all the consequences are on you!"
The flood of insults gradually died down.
There was no need to guess—they had likely created a new group chat, just like they did when they dealt with Chen Zhenghao, to discuss how to attack Zhang Yi's house.
Zhang Yi took a deep breath, a mix of tension and excitement flashing in his eyes. His body began to tremble slightly with anticipation.
Even though he knew his home was an impenetrable fortress, it was impossible not to feel a bit nervous facing an attack from over a hundred people.
But the excitement was even stronger, igniting the hot-bloodedness deep in Zhang Yi's bones.
He had long wanted to personally teach those bastards who had once taken advantage of him a harsh lesson!
A flash of white light appeared in Zhang Yi's eyes, and soon his weapons were laid out in his living room.
Five high-quality steel crossbows, three professional-grade advanced compound bows, more than 290 crossbow bolts, and 300 arrows.
He also had two large iron boxes full of steel rods.
There were also machetes, a 1.2-meter long crowbar, baseball bats, and hunting knives.
All the weapons were neatly arranged on the table—perfect tools for killing.
In addition to these physical weapons, he had pepper spray, stun batons, gasoline, a large number of chemical reagents, and dozens of Molotov cocktails he made using glass bottles, cloth strips, and gasoline.
A cold, eerie light glinted in Zhang Yi's eyes.
"Let them come, no matter how many!"
...
Just as Zhang Yi expected, the neighbors were furious once they realized he wouldn't hand over his supplies.
Sun Zhichao created a new group chat and added all the surviving residents except Zhang Yi.
They even pulled Chen Zhenghao into the group.
Seeing Chen Zhenghao made some people's backs tingle with fear.
But Chen Zhenghao spoke up, "Everyone, our priority right now is dealing with Zhang Yi. He probably has more supplies than all of us combined!"
"If we take him down, we'll have access to a massive amount of resources."
"So don't worry. I won't attack anyone else for now."
"But I want half of whatever we get from this operation!"
Chen Zhenghao had suffered at Zhang Yi's hands before and knew Zhang Yi's home was well-defended, with crossbows in hand.
So he didn't dare attack alone and planned to use the others as cannon fodder to storm Zhang Yi's place.
He thought that with over a hundred people, they could definitely break into Zhang Yi's home.
"How many weapons can you have, Zhang Yi? How many people can you kill?"
The whole building had over a hundred people, and even though Chen Zhenghao's group only had six, they demanded half of the supplies.
Yet no one found this unfair. In fact, they thought Chen Zhenghao was generous.
"He has a gun and is still willing to share half. What a good guy!"
Sun Zhichao added, "Yes, we should all temporarily put aside our grudges. Our main goal is to break into Zhang Yi's home and take back the supplies that belong to everyone!"
With these two leading the charge, others naturally chimed in to support them.
Seeing Zhang Yi's comfortable lifestyle had made everyone's eyes red with jealousy. They all wanted to kill him and enjoy the life he was living.
"Grab your knives and follow me! Let's kill Zhang Yi and seize the supplies!"
"That shameless, selfish bastard deserves to die!"
The crowd roared, full of righteous fury.
Only a few people remained silent, like Uncle You and Zhou Ke'er.
Even those who had a decent relationship with Zhang Yi or had received his help in the past cast aside those memories.
Nothing was more important than staying alive. To survive, they were willing to abandon all morality!
...
Zhang Yi calmly wiped the gun in his hand.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the weapon; he used to visit shooting ranges often.
In fact, a month before the apocalypse, he had even intensified his training.
There was no pressure at all in hitting someone at close range.
Just then, Zhou Ke'er sent him a message.
"They're planning to come for your house."
Zhang Yi read it and casually replied, "Oh, got it."
Zhou Ke'er sat on her couch, frowning at Zhang Yi's calm response.
She wrapped her two blankets tighter around herself and tucked her pale feet beneath them.
"Every household is on board. They saw your video and have gone mad."
"Don't you have a plan?"
Zhou Ke'er thought the rational thing to do would be to hand over some supplies to appease the crowd's anger.
Otherwise, no matter how strong one person was, it would be impossible to fend off so many people.
More than a hundred people could easily tear down a house if they wanted to!
Zhang Yi smiled but didn't explain much.
He simply said, "Remember, don't come over this time. I'm only warning you once."
"And then, sit back and enjoy the show!"
Zhou Ke'er frowned, her eyes full of curiosity.
She couldn't understand where Zhang Yi's confidence came from—to take on over a hundred people all by himself.
This wasn't a joke. If they broke through his door, the crazed mob would surely take his life!
"Could he be a madman?"
Zhou Ke'er muttered to herself.
But it was Zhang Yi's choice, and there was nothing she could do about it.
Still, she heeded his warning and didn't join the group in their attack on his home.
She had her moral boundaries and refused to partake in such bloodthirsty acts—whether against Zhang Yi or anyone else.