Zhang Yi arrived at the Wanda Mall in the Economic Development Zone.
Upon arrival, all he could see was the roof of the building.
Using the same method as before, he broke the glass above and used a climbing rope to lower himself inside.
Once inside, the traces of the once-bustling mall were faintly visible.
The circular mall, with its various shops, still displayed exquisite products in the windows.
Expensive clothing, shoes, and all kinds of household items, which were now worth nothing and could be taken for free.
Zhang Yi selected a few useful stores and stuffed everything inside them into his space.
The supermarket was located in the basement.
After gathering some supplies casually, he headed down to the basement level.
As he expected, since the place was far from the crowds, the shelves were still full of goods.
However— the quality of the food was less than ideal.
A part of the mall had collapsed under the weight of the blizzard, allowing cold air to seep in, leaving everything inside covered in frost.
The cold air had ruined most of the food.
Snacks like chips and biscuits were coated in ice.
The vegetable section, although not rotten or stinky, was severely dehydrated, and it was doubtful there would be much flavor left if consumed.
The meat section was relatively better off, as the cold had turned it into frozen blocks— basically, zombie meat.
As for the fish tanks, they had burst from the freezing, so fresh fish was out of the question.
In short, under normal circumstances, this food would have been thrown away as garbage.
Or, with some connections, sent to a food factory to be processed into pre-made meals.
Zhang Yi shrugged. "I wouldn't eat this stuff even if it were free."
He didn't even bother to store them in his spatial dimension.
After all, he didn't lack supplies, so why would he take this low-quality junk?
However, this didn't really matter.
No matter how bad this food was, to his neighbors, who hadn't eaten proper food in a long time, it would be a gourmet feast!
Zhang Yi pulled out two large luggage bags from his space and casually tossed in some rotten vegetables and frozen meat.
He also stuffed in some moldy bread and biscuits that had swollen from moisture.
Soon, both bags were full.
The rest of the stuff, Zhang Yi decided not to touch. He left it there in case it could save someone's life later— though he wouldn't be taking it with him.
After finishing up, Zhang Yi glanced at the Rolex on his wrist.
It was a specially treated, cold-resistant watch that still worked in extremely low temperatures.
The time might not be accurate, but at least he could get a rough idea.
The Rolex showed it was already 3:30 PM.
It would take about an hour to get back to Yuelu Community.
Zhang Yi decided not to waste any more time.
After all, he had plenty of opportunities to come back in the future, and there was no one to compete with him. The rest of the places could be explored slowly.
He took the bags of supplies and left the supermarket, riding his snowmobile back.
By the time he returned to Yuelu Community, it was already getting dark.
"Vroom!"
The sound of the engine echoed loudly in the silent neighborhood.
As soon as he returned, faces appeared at the windows of each building, staring intently at him.
In Building 26, on the 15th floor, Huang Tianfang, the leader of the Tianhe Gang, squinted his small eyes, glaring at the brand-new snowmobile.
Half of his face had been burned, making him look even more menacing.
That night, although a few of them had escaped by sheer luck, his face had been licked by the flames, leaving him in his current state.
"A machine that can run in the snow... If we could get our hands on that, we'd be able to go out and search for food. We wouldn't have to keep eating that sour meat," he said, his voice low and gruff.
A chubby man next to him glanced at the snowmobile and said, "Uncle, I know what that is. Back where I'm from, we call that a sled! This one is electric."
Huang Tianfang's eyes stayed locked on Zhang Yi's snowmobile. "Whatever it is, we need to figure out a way to get it!"
It wasn't just Huang Tianfang thinking this way.
Everyone who watched Zhang Yi had the same thought.
After more than two weeks of isolation, many had already gone mad. For the rest, it was only a matter of time before madness or death caught up with them.
They needed to leave, to go out and find food and a chance to survive.
The heavy snow had been the biggest obstacle.
But Zhang Yi's snowmobile reignited their hope.
Zhang Yi could feel the greed and naked killing intent in the many gazes directed at him.
However, with his hand resting on the gun at his waist, and thinking of the weapons and equipment he had found today, he felt a sense of security.
After getting off the snowmobile, Zhang Yi looked up to see his neighbors in Building 25 staring at him excitedly.
Their eyes were glued to the two large bags Zhang Yi had brought back.
Zhang Yi smirked and, pretending to be casual, drove the snowmobile to the underground garage at the back.
Once out of sight, he stored the snowmobile in his spatial dimension.
Then, carrying the two large luggage bags, he headed back.
The items were heavy, and his footprints in the snow were deep, making the neighbors in Building 25 even more excited. Some of them even leaned out of their windows, shouting in excitement.
On the other side, Huang Tianfang and his gang were also staring, their eyes shining with greed.
"Uncle, could that be food?" the chubby man asked excitedly, pointing at Zhang Yi.
Huang Tianfang spat out, "Of course! Why else would he go out, if not to look for food? You think he's searching for women?"
A group of workers from the Tianhe Gang, standing nearby, licked their lips and gathered closer.
"Food?"
"He found food outside? That's great! There's still food out there; we're saved!"
"What are we waiting for? Let's take him down and grab everything, including his vehicle!"
A group of them shouted, their eyes red with desperation.
Huang Tianfang, after a moment of contemplation, said coldly, "Don't be rash. This kid is the one who killed Chen Zhenghao— Zhang Yi."
"He's ruthless. He got a lot of our brothers killed last time. We have to be careful. Besides, I've heard he has a gun. If we're going to act, we have to do it quietly."
Huang Tianfang was cautious.
Although the two buildings were close, there was still a good distance between them.
Running across the thick snow would make them easy targets.
So, even though they were tempted by the supplies Zhang Yi brought back, they didn't act impulsively.
However, not everyone shared Huang Tianfang's caution.
A few of the workers were dissatisfied with his careful approach.
They secretly discussed it among themselves and decided that if they didn't act now, they'd lose their chance once Zhang Yi returned to his house.
So, a small group of them quietly armed themselves with knives and wrenches and headed downstairs.
Zhang Yi, carrying the supplies, climbed through the window into the corridor. He pulled out his phone and messaged Uncle You, letting him know he was back and asking for help.
In reality, he didn't even need to say anything— Uncle You had already heard the sound of the snowmobile.
He rushed over to help Zhang Yi as quickly as he could.
"Zhang Yi, you... you actually found so much stuff!"
Uncle You's eyes were filled with surprise and admiration as he looked at the two large bags Zhang Yi was carrying.
With the heavy snow outside, anyone else would have been lost before they even found the road.
It was clear— leave the tough jobs to the professionals!