The thugs who had scattered into the neighborhood chose to enter through the entrance closer to Shuxin and the others, and the shooting location was farther from the building where Ye Yu’an lived.

However, Ye Yu’an, who had been fighting for survival in the apocalypse for several years, was extremely vigilant and highly sensitive to gunshots. She quickly packed her things, grabbed her weapon, and left the house.

When Yan Mo and the others tracked the thugs, they had already ransacked a building. Several fresh corpses were carelessly thrown in front of the building’s door, and two or three young girls were bound and thrown into a car.

There were about a dozen of them, with three vans parked nearby. Five of the thugs were standing guard around the vehicles, while the rest of them were looting supplies and women inside the neighborhood.

“I wonder if they’ve found any better goods to take back. The trash at home has already been played out. It’s getting boring.”

“Hey, these three aren’t much to look at, but they’re young. Maybe they’re still virgins! Virgins are much more fun, you know what I mean…”

“Hahaha, didn’t expect you to like that kind of thing.”

The men leered and ogled the three girls they had just brought back, speaking dirty words that made the already frightened girls’ faces pale with fear. They huddled together, trembling, trying to make themselves less noticeable.

Yan Mo and the others had no emotional reaction. Not to mention Yan Mo and Mu Qimai, who had long been exposed to the darker side of life, even Bu Xiangwen, coming from a prestigious family, had seen his fair share of the ugly side of society.

Shuxin, who had never been exposed to such darkness, had already mentally prepared herself for whatever the apocalypse might throw at her the moment she realized she had entered this new world.

This was still the early days of the apocalypse, and the malice toward women had already begun to show its ugly face.

Most women were naturally weaker in terms of strength and physique compared to men. Faced with male oppression, their ability to resist was almost zero. Women, the elderly, and children had become the three most vulnerable groups to be bullied in the apocalypse.

The fortunate ones could escape such fates after awakening special abilities, while the unlucky ones were tortured to death before they could even awaken their powers, never getting the chance to change their fate or take revenge.

With the environment like this, we can’t change the world, but we can change ourselves.

We have to give ourselves the ability to resist injustice and the power to fight against fate.

One person moved out alone, and Yan Mo gave a signal to Mu Qimai. Mu Qimai understood, and silently shrank his figure, following the person who left.

No more than three minutes later, Mu Qimai returned to his original position. The person who had gone out was already dealt with.

There were four left. Each of them was shot and eliminated cleanly and swiftly.

The guns were equipped with silencers, so no one inside the building, who were busy looting, heard the shots.

Shuxin’s hand trembled slightly as she held the gun, her first time ever taking a human life. Despite how calm she appeared, she was far from composed on the inside.

Her trembling hand was gently taken by another warm, dry hand. She looked up suddenly and locked eyes with a pair of deep, black eyes.

The concern and tenderness in those eyes immediately soothed Shuxin’s confusion and uncertainty. It felt as though her heart had been soaked in warm spring water, and her fingers, which had frozen stiff from the act of killing, regained sensation.

In just a few seconds, Yan Mo transferred a huge amount of strength to Shuxin.

Shuxin smiled reassuringly, indicating that she was fine. Yan Mo gave her a final look to confirm she was okay, before proceeding with the next steps.