Chapter 48: Liang Yu’s End

Wu Jue, hearing this, suppressed the churning in his stomach.

He led a few people to collect food from the house.

Not long after, the owner of 702 was thrown onto the living room floor, tied up.

Zhang Bohai didn’t speak, waiting for Wu Jue and the others.

A few more minutes passed, and Wu Jue and his group arrived in the living room, carrying three large boxes of food.

“Hai-ge, we searched very carefully; all the food is here.”

Zhang Bohai nodded, looking at the thirteen of them.

He threw out the blood-stained fruit knife.

“You guys do it. Since you’re with me, you need to see some blood.”

“Pick up the knife, each of you give him a stab, take turns. It ends when he dies. My only requirement is that he cannot die in the first round!”

Including Wu Jue, none of the thirteen moved. But before Zhang Bohai could speak again, the owner who had been stabbed by the 702 owner stepped forward.

He picked up the fruit knife from the ground and directly stabbed it into the muscle of the 702 owner’s calf.

Feeling that it wasn’t enough, he pulled it out and plunged it in again, repeating this three or four times.

The 702 owner, whose mouth was gagged on the floor, had an extremely distorted expression.

At the same time, he kept making sounds, but because his mouth was gagged, he could only emit painful whimpers.

Zhang Bohai only told him to stop when he couldn’t bear to watch anymore.

He was very satisfied with this ruthlessness, and glanced at the few boxes of food beside him.

“Pass the knife to the next person, then go get two boxes of self-heating rice. This is your reward.”

With the first person taking the lead, when others saw that the person received two boxes of self-heating rice as a reward, they were instantly filled with regret.

After all, in this weather, being able to eat something hot was a luxury, especially self-heating rice with side dishes.

Soon, a second person picked up the knife from the ground, glanced at the 702 owner, and directly plunged it into his collarbone.

This person saw that the other party’s reaction wasn’t very strong, and fearing he wouldn’t get Zhang Bohai’s reward, he directly twisted the fruit knife.

Zhang Bohai nodded in satisfaction again.

“Pass the knife to the next person, then go get one box of self-heating rice.”

Soon, the 702 owner couldn’t hold on anymore, not long after the second round began.

Zhang Bohai had someone distribute the food to these owners, take everything they could from the house, and prepared to return with his people.

Time rewound to when Zhang Bohai and his group entered 702.

The people in Building 10 already knew that someone had broken into their building.

However, they were still like the owners of Building 9; as long as it had nothing to do with them, they would pretend not to see it.

But at the same time, there were a few enthusiastic owners who put on thick cotton clothes and jackets, took pots, ladles, brooms, and other items as weapons, and gathered on the 12th Floor.

After gathering, they all began to communicate.

“Someone said they saw them on the 7th floor. It’s estimated that the people on the 7th floor have already been occupied by them.”

“But can we really win? They seem to have more than a dozen people.”

“That’s not the key. The most important thing is that I don’t know who is so heartless as to put unspeakable things in the stairwell.”

“Owners below the 10th floor have all reported in the group that even with two doors between them, the frozen things still emitted some disgusting smell into their homes.”

“Just wear a few more layers of masks!”

“Let’s go, we’ll go down. They are just a disorganized mob. As long as we show our imposing presence, they will easily be scared away.”

After speaking, the few people quickly went downstairs.

However, upon reaching the stairwell of the 10th floor, they still underestimated the power of those pickled sea bird internal organs.

Even though they were frozen, the smell was still so ‘moving’.

The few people endured the smell and arrived on the 8th floor. Someone couldn’t take it anymore, pulled down their mask to expose their mouth, and began to vomit.

It took a while for them to realize that one person was missing from their group.

As they wondered who was missing, hurried footsteps came from the stairwell above.

At this moment, they saw the newcomer wearing what looked like a high-end gas mask. Because the mask covered the entire face, it was impossible to see who this person was.

However, they didn’t dwell on it too much, after all, only a few of them were willing to come and drive the intruders out.

But they overlooked one thing: where would any of them have a gas mask in their homes!!

This person seemed unaffected by the smell due to the gas mask.

As he passed them, he even waved for them to follow.

It was then that the few people noticed that the other party was actually holding an anti-riot shield. Their attention had been completely on the mask just now.

Seeing the shield, they didn’t sense anything amiss.

At this moment, the Building 10 owner walking at the back pulled an owner beside him and asked.

“Who is this guy? He’s so awesome. Not only does he have a gas mask, but he even has such a well-made anti-riot shield.”

The other owner was a bit impatient.

“Why do you care so much? This is a good thing. If it really comes to a fight, he can hold the front, and we’ll be more comfortable.”

When the people from Building 10 arrived at the 7th floor stairwell, they happened to encounter Zhang Bohai and his group opening the door to the rooftop in the shared area between 701 and 702.

The two groups collided.

Fortunately, the developer was unscrupulous enough that the shared area between 701 and 702 was still relatively large, easily accommodating more than a dozen people.

Without Zhang Bohai needing to say anything, these people hid on either side of the large door.

Zhang Bohai came to the doorway and shouted at them.

“Friends from Building 10, we are leaving now and don’t want to cause any more trouble. You make way, and we’ll leave directly. It’s good for everyone.”

However, this group from Building 10 was all crouching behind the person with the gas mask, because he was holding an anti-riot shield.

And this person was Liang Yu.

At this moment, Liang Yu, seeing the frightened owners behind him, was instantly filled with contempt.

Helplessly, he pulled out a Glock 17 pistol from his怀.

The reason he chose this one was mainly because of its parameters.

The gun is 185 mm long, weighs 0.62 kg, has a barrel length of 114 mm, a magazine capacity of 19 rounds, and an effective range of 50 meters.

19 rounds!! A full 19 rounds!!

And it was in such close quarters in the stairwell.

The effective range of 50 meters could be completely ignored.

Liang Yu had only one thing to do: injure Zhang Bohai and Zhang Bolang, giving Ye Yuan a chance to rise to power.

As for the side objective, it was, of course, to make these people leave half of their food.

He wanted to know if, after Zhang Bohai and Zhang Bolang were injured and half of their hard-earned food was stolen, the owners would resent them, or even want to shift all the blame and矛头 to the two brothers.

After Zhang Bohai shouted, he heard no response from the other side.

They were in a stalemate in the stairwell, only hearing occasional sounds of vomiting from both sides.

Zhang Bohai then pulled a Building 9 owner in front of him and directly shoved the muzzle of the shotgun into the other person’s armpit.

This owner originally wanted to refuse, but under the threat of the shotgun in Zhang Bohai’s hand and his gaze, he could only agree to his action.