Zhang Yi's way of flaunting his wealth made all the homeowners in the building feel as if their hearts were bleeding!
The food waste Zhang Yi was throwing away was considered a rare delicacy to them now!
But even so, Zhang Yi wouldn't give them any!
In Sun Zhi-chao's home.
Since their failed attempt to raid Zhang Yi's place last time, their hopes of obtaining antibiotics had been dashed.
It only took two days for the aftereffects to show.
The three injured men felt an unbearable itch in their wounds.
Around the bandages, the bloodstains turned strange, showing an abnormal yellow hue.
Sun Zhi-chao couldn't resist tearing off the gauze to check.
What he saw was horrifying—the wound had already started festering!
A nauseating stench hit him like a wave, similar to the smell of a rotting, decaying animal carcass!
"No, no, no! Don't let this happen! I don't want to die!" Sun Zhi-chao cried in terror, his face covered in tears and snot.
When Zhou Peng and Ge Jia-liang saw this, they were utterly terrified.
They quickly uncovered their own wounds, praying they hadn't been infected.
Unfortunately, dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel.
If it had just been scratches, they might have had a chance to heal.
But they were suffering from deep penetrating wounds caused by rusted crossbow bolts embedded in their flesh.
The injuries, combined with bacterial infection, and the lack of sufficient nutrition and medication, made the wounds' deterioration inevitable.
The group started to scream, descending into madness.
In the room, Fang Yu-qing was trembling with fear.
She picked up her phone and sent Zhang Yi a message.
"Brother Zhang Yi, they've gone crazy. Qing'er is so scared! Could you come and save me?"
"If Qing'er comes to you, I'll behave. I'll do whatever you want."
After a while, Zhang Yi responded.
"Qing'er, it breaks my heart to see you like this! But I can't go outside—Chen Zheng-hao is right next door."
"How about you come over here? But be careful not to run into them on the way."
"They killed my neighbor yesterday. With your delicate skin, they might target you."
On Zhang Yi's end, a playful smirk spread across his face.
When it came to Fang Yu-qing, this two-faced woman, Zhang Yi had only one thought: to torment her until she died in agony and despair.
Sure enough, upon hearing that Chen Zheng-hao was right next to Zhang Yi's apartment, Fang Yu-qing was deeply conflicted.
Chen Zheng-hao had killed so many people, and she didn't have the courage to take the risk.
"Brother Zhang Yi, Qing'er is scared! Can't you come and get me? You have weapons, don't you?"
Zhang Yi cursed her in his mind.
You shameless woman, you think I'd come for you?
"I would if I could, but they gave me quite a scare the other day, and I'm still feeling unwell."
"That's it for now. I'm a bit sleepy. Bye!"
Fang Yu-qing's face turned pale as she listened to the screaming outside the door. When she tried to send another message, Zhang Yi completely ignored her.
In the following days, Zhang Yi continued his life of luxury and leisure.
He no longer needed to go to work and could sleep and wake up whenever he pleased.
There was no need to worry about making a living, nor did he have to tolerate anyone's attitude.
If anyone dared to upset him, he could curse them out directly—this life was simply too good.
Meanwhile, Chen Zheng-hao, next door, spent every day plotting how to kill Zhang Yi and take over his apartment.
But after several days, Zhang Yi still hadn't stepped outside.
As long as Zhang Yi didn't come out, Chen Zheng-hao had no chance to act against him.
On the contrary, since Zhang Yi had put a bounty on his head, Chen Zheng-hao was living in constant fear.
He didn't even trust the people around him anymore and slept with a gun in his hand.
Soon, his nerves began to fray.
After much thinking, Chen Zheng-hao finally figured out what to do next.
Zhang Yi, monitoring the entire building through his surveillance cameras, could see everything. Anyone who appeared in the hallway was immediately spotted by him.
In recent days, Zhang Yi noticed that Chen Zheng-hao seemed to be plotting something.
One by one, people began entering Chen Zheng-hao's apartment.
They were all strong young men, most of them single and living alone.
Some came voluntarily, while others were forced at gunpoint by Chen Zheng-hao.
Gradually, Chen Zheng-hao's crew expanded to ten people—more than before.
Zhang Yi understood.
"He's scared, so he's trying to gather a group of people to protect himself from being killed by someone seeking to claim the bounty."
But in Zhang Yi's eyes, this was nothing more than a temporary solution that would backfire.
Zhang Yi had already killed over forty residents in the building, leaving the remaining population at about seventy.
According to his experience in his previous life, most households had already run out of supplies.
The next source of food would be people.
Chen Zheng-hao's newly recruited men would soon start slaughtering the others in the building.
However, this also meant that Chen Zheng-hao would now need to provide food for ten people.
This would inevitably lead to infighting, as there wouldn't be enough to sustain them all for long.
Moreover, everyone had their own selfish agendas.
Chen Zheng-hao, now a cripple, barely held onto his authority with a single gun.
But that gun probably didn't have many bullets left.
Zhang Yi sent a message to Zhou Ke'er, asking her about the situation on Chen Zheng-hao's side.
It took a long time for Zhou Ke'er to respond.
"Chen Zheng-hao and his men have gone insane. They've run out of food and have started eating people! I haven't eaten anything in two days. I feel like I'm starving to death."
This didn't surprise Zhang Yi.
If one day he was on the verge of starvation and cannibalism was his only option for survival, he might choose death instead.
But of course, since Zhang Yi was currently well-fed and living comfortably, it was easy for him to think that way.
If he ever found himself in such a desperate situation, even he wasn't sure what he'd do.
Zhou Ke'er continued, "They go out every day searching for people. If they find someone's apartment, they storm in and kill them."
"No one has any supplies left. It's ironic—those dozens of people you killed ended up giving many others a few more days to live."
"But they've faced resistance. The survivors have banded together, and they've suffered casualties too."
After a long silence, Zhou Ke'er sent another message.
"Zhang Yi, can you still save me?"
Zhang Yi read the message and could feel the desperation in the once aloof female doctor.
She seemed to have lost hope in Zhang Yi.
After all, in times like these, everyone was struggling to survive. Who had the capacity to care about others?
Zhang Yi thought about it for a long time and finally made a decision.
Zhou Ke'er was still useful to him—he couldn't let her die just yet.
A lead surgeon from a top-tier hospital wasn't easy to find, especially one he was familiar with.
"Help me with something, and after it's done, I'll make sure you survive."