Sister Yun and Hu Qiangyong were still outside. Yu Xifeng didn’t inspect carefully but hurriedly swept the liquor from the cabinet into her space.

The suite had a storage compartment, where the snacks were of a higher grade than those outside.

After confirming there was only this one safe in the entire suite, Yu Xifeng carried the snacks and stepped out of the suite.

Hu Qiangyong pulled out two packs of cigarettes and slung a bag of instant noodles over one shoulder, looking very satisfied.

Just as they were about to leave, Yu Xifeng said, “Wait.”

She returned to the spot she had just been at.

A whole stretch of wall—where was the door?

Sister Yun said, “What are you looking for? Isn’t that the staircase over there?”

Yu Xifeng turned and stood in front of a fire door.

“The staircase isn’t here.”

The fire door was heavy and creaked loudly when she pulled it open under the strain.

A faint cold light fell on Yu Xifeng’s face, and she smiled slightly.

Yu Xifeng had seen the same kind of freezer in the wholesale market—here was an identical one.

The key point was, the food inside the freezer was all still intact.

Sealed rice and flour stacked in boxes.

Various seasonings and side dishes—all well-stocked, almost like a small supermarket.

Sister Yun covered her mouth in surprise.

“Damn,” Hu Qiangyong blurted out.

He rushed over like he’d discovered a room full of gold, his smile stretching nearly to his ears.

This room was no different from gold.

Yu Xifeng’s expression didn’t change much. She stood at the door, keeping one ear open for sounds outside.

Among the sound of rain, an unusual noise mixed in.

Yu Xifeng whispered, “Someone’s coming. Grab what you can. We’re leaving immediately.”

With the tragedy at the residential area fresh in their minds, no one dared to underestimate strangers.

Hu Qiangyong took the lead, tossing the instant noodles to Sister Yun and lifting the nearest five bags of rice.

The most eye-catching things in the freezer were the several large lobsters, about half a person’s height.

Probably the same breed Morning Morning’s father once showed in the group chat.

Although their price was thousands of times that of rice, no one paid attention to them.

Sister Yun took advantage of the moment to grab a long piece of pork belly from the freezer and stuff it into the bundle woven from bed sheets.

Then she grabbed several steaks, about four or five pieces.

Yu Xifeng stood guard at the fire door, silently gripping a dagger.

“These days are way better than before the rain,” someone said.

“That woman bit me and drew blood yesterday.”

“You could have traded her two packs of compressed biscuits. Proud ones would starve themselves to death.”

“You don’t understand—that kind is the best.”

“Haha, Brother Yuan really likes that.”

Hearing the name “Brother Yuan,” Yu Xifeng paused, and Sister Yun tensed completely.

At that time, Ma Tian brought two people to Sister Yun’s doorstep; one of them was called Yuan.

They hadn’t seen each other for a while, and their group seemed to have grown. Judging by the noise, there were at least seven or eight people.

Brother Yuan had a new scar on the corner of his eye, just scabbed over and itching a bit.

He scratched irritably.

“Speaking of girls, Linfu’s nothing. But there’s one in Keke County—her waist, her face, but especially her eyes, amazing,” Brother Yuan said.

Just thinking about the day Yu Xifeng wielded a saw with that gentle face was a stark contrast, making one’s lower abdomen burn.

“We’ve searched here, let’s go check out Keke County in a couple of days,” someone suggested.

Linfu was the residential area the three had passed through earlier, completely massacred.

“Alright, let’s see who kills the most then.”

They talked about killing as if butchering sheep—with no difference.

Yu Xifeng was originally dragging the kayak toward the emergency exit.

Such a large commercial building obviously had more than one exit.

Sister Yun hardly dared to breathe, afraid to attract these harbingers of death.

These were murderers!

As for Brother Yuan, Sister Yun didn’t dare think about him for now.

First, they needed to escape with their lives.

All the supplies had been loaded onto the boat. Sister Yun ignored the scattered snacks and hurried along, but they were stopped.

“Stop!”

“Try to move and see what happens.”

They weren’t just one group but two combined, a total of fourteen people, some even carrying powerful crossbows!

“You think you can touch the stuff in this building? Don’t overestimate yourselves.”

“Turn around, hands up.”

They shouted and barked orders arrogantly.

Yu Xifeng turned around, her expression displeased.

Brother Yuan joined them, the flashlight beam shining on Yu Xifeng’s face, full of surprise.

“Ha!” Brother Yuan laughed, “I knew you’d end up in my hands.”

Hu Qiangyong broke into a cold sweat on his back.

These people didn’t focus on Hu Qiangyong but mocked him:

“You look big and tough, come join us—we’ll treat you well.”

Hu Qiangyong’s eyes reddened, veins bulging on his forehead.

Each of them was armed—with knives and long blades, the worst being wooden sticks.

Hu Qiangyong was truly terrified.

But so many people were still counting on him at home.

His wife had been the flower of the class when young.

Hu Qiangyong gritted his teeth and tightened his iron rod.

He stepped forward two more paces, shouting to steel himself, “Try me and see—I can take down at least one or two of you.”

Yu Xifeng glanced at Hu Qiangyong.

In her past life, Yu Xifeng didn’t have a kayak; the most they interacted was seeing him stand in the stairwell smoking by the draft.

“Refuse a toast but accept a penalty drink—you’re asking for death, don’t blame me,” Brother Yuan spat on the ground.

Perhaps because of the scar on his face, his expression twisted.

The group closed in.

Brother Yuan pointed at Yu Xifeng: “Take out that woman first, she’s got some skills.”

Before he finished speaking, Yu Xifeng tilted her head slightly.

No one expected that the first to strike would be Yu Xifeng.

No one saw her move clearly — a sharp flash cut through the air. Before anyone could react, a dagger plunged squarely into the chest of the man holding the crossbow.

Immediately after, a second dagger flew out, aimed at Brother Yuan.

At this life-or-death moment, Brother Yuan instinctively leaned back and to the side. The dagger missed him but cut off half of his ear some distance away.

Ruthless. Precise.

The woman who threw the daggers didn’t even frown.

Not only them, even Yun Jie and Hu Qiangyong were stunned.

They always knew Yu Xifeng was skilled, but seeing this in action was still unbelievable.

This person… was killing them.

Killed them with her own hands.

Brother Yuan howled in pain, clutching his ear and stumbling back several steps.

“Cut her down!” he ordered.

The first dagger was the most accurate. Yu Xifeng hesitated for a moment while deciding between Brother Yuan and the crossbowman.

She chose the crossbowman.

Crossbows are long-range and the biggest threat.

Only after the first dagger was thrown did Brother Yuan have time to react.

In Yu Xifeng’s mind, both of these men were going to die.

Brother Yuan knew they were from Cocoya County. If they got out alive, endless trouble would follow.

Yu Xifeng locked her gaze on Brother Yuan and moved to pursue.

One of them reacted: “She’s out of weapons! Surround her, kill her!”

At last, they swarmed her.

Though Yu Xifeng’s body was full of flaws and wounds, they had numbers, and countless blades, spears, and clubs came down on her.

Yun Jie and Hu Qiangyong caught on and charged in.

Yun Jie swung her knife wildly, somewhat landing blows.

She didn’t care about her fear and pounding heart — she fought fiercely, biting into one person, hacking again and again.

She wanted to live!

Hu Qiangyong swung his club in wide arcs. He was strong, and though he was hit, he pushed back several attackers.

Amid the chaos, a long blade was about to stab Yun Jie when Yu Xifeng intercepted and disarmed it with a chop.

The long blade swung horizontally, and Yu Xifeng did not yield an inch.

Step by step, she pushed through the crowd toward Brother Yuan.

Brother Yuan retreated in fear, his hands dripping with blood.

It was his own blood.

He couldn’t understand it.

His undefeated streak in Linfu had inflated his ego, and secretly, Brother Yuan regarded everyone but himself as lambs to be slaughtered.

Life and death in his hands, order broken — this gave him the greatest freedom.

But facing Yu Xifeng, he kept running into walls.

Brother Yuan regretted it.

He shouldn’t have provoked this demon.

“Let’s go. Get out first.”

Ten men couldn’t defeat her. Next time he could gather a hundred, a thousand. One day…