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The roaming thugs had chosen an entrance to the neighborhood far from Shu Xin and her group. The gunfire was even farther from Ye Yunan’s building.
However, Ye Yunan, who had survived in the apocalypse for several years, had developed an acute sense of vigilance. She was highly sensitive to gunfire and swiftly armed herself before heading out.
By the time Yan Mo and his team tracked the thugs down, they had already looted an entire building. A few fresh corpses were carelessly discarded near the entrance, while two or three young girls had been bound and thrown into a van.
There were about a dozen of them in total, with three vans parked nearby. Five of them, armed with guns, were stationed around the vehicles, keeping watch. The rest were still pillaging the neighborhood, looting supplies—and women.
“I wonder if there’s anything better worth taking back. The ones at home are already used up, no fun anymore.”
“Heh, these three aren’t much to look at, but they’re young. Who knows, they might even be virgins! Virgins are way more fun, you know…”
“Hahaha, never thought you were into that.”
The men ogled the newly captured girls with depraved gazes, their words filled with vulgarity. Terrified, the three girls huddled together, trembling, trying to shrink into themselves as if that could make them invisible.
Yan Mo’s group remained emotionless. Not to mention Yan Mo and Mu Qimai, who had long been exposed to the criminal underworld—even Bu Xiangwen, the young master of a prestigious family, was no stranger to its darker sides.
The only one who hadn’t witnessed such cruelty before was Shu Xin, but from the moment she realized she had transmigrated into an apocalyptic world, she had started preparing herself mentally for what was to come.
The apocalypse had only just begun, and the world’s malice toward women was already showing.
Most women were naturally weaker in strength and physique compared to men. Against male oppression, their ability to resist was almost nonexistent. Along with the elderly and children, they were the easiest targets for exploitation and abuse in the new world.
The lucky ones would awaken abilities and escape their doomed fate. The unlucky ones wouldn’t even survive long enough to get a chance at revenge.
The world couldn’t be changed. They could only change themselves.
To resist. To take control of their own fates.
A man stepped away from the group. From the front, Yan Mo signaled with a hand gesture. Mu Qimai immediately understood and stealthily followed after him.
Less than three minutes later, Mu Qimai returned to his position. The man who had stepped away was gone—silently dealt with.
Four remained. One for each of them. They raised their guns and fired in unison, taking them out cleanly.
Their weapons were equipped with suppressors, ensuring that the looters inside the building remained unaware.
Beneath her wide sleeves, Shu Xin hid her trembling hands. Taking a life for the first time, she was far from as calm as she appeared.
Her shaking hands were suddenly enveloped by a pair of large, warm, and dry hands. She jerked her head up, her eyes locking onto a pair of deep, dark pupils.
Worry and tenderness shone in those eyes, instantly soothing the panic and helplessness in Shu Xin’s heart. It felt as though she had been submerged in warm spring water, and the ice-cold stiffness in her fingers from the act of killing gradually melted away.
In just a few short seconds, Yan Mo had given Shu Xin an immense sense of reassurance.
Shu Xin curved her lips into a small, comforting smile, signaling that she was fine. Only after confirming with his eyes multiple times that she was truly okay did Yan Mo proceed with the next phase of their plan.