Yu Xifeng didn’t open the door rashly. Instead, she held it in her hand and, relying on memory, quietly moved to lean against the door.

She listened carefully to the noises outside, her heart sinking bit by bit.

The riots in the underground shelter never stopped.

There wasn’t enough living space, not enough resources, and the fighting was always maintained in a dynamic balance.

After the natural disaster, there was no absolutely safe place.

Yu Xifeng had no doubt that the outer ring had already fallen into chaos.

Suddenly, pounding sounds came from outside the door.

Yu Xifeng remained still.

Seeing no movement inside, the people outside hammered even more fiercely, desperately trying to force down the door handle.

Yu Xifeng watched coldly for a moment, then seized the opportunity and suddenly flung the door open.

The person grabbing the door handle was caught off guard and, following their momentum, was dragged forward.

Yu Xifeng suddenly switched on her flashlight.

The light illuminated Deng Feiyu’s panic-stricken face.

That usually timid face turned back to look at Sister Zhang behind him: “Mom.”

Outside the door stood five or six people, their foreheads painted bright red like the totems of demons.

“Door’s open, perfect. Let’s go in and have a look.”

“Only a woman inside.”

“Don’t say it, but it smells pretty good in there.”

Deng Feiyu steadied himself, a harsh glint flashing across his otherwise mediocre face.

This was his only chance to get close to Yu Xifeng.

If those two men could get into Yu Xifeng’s place, why couldn’t he?

He had nothing to lose.

After today, Yu Xifeng would see his abilities, his burning soul, and his passionate love.

Only by gaining Yu Xifeng could he wash away the humiliation she and his mother had suffered.

Deng Feiyu’s heart surged with emotion.

Yu Xifeng chose the moment carefully and hurled the flashlight in her hand, just managing to knock the flashlight out of Sister Zhang’s grasp.

The light flickered, swinging between bright and dim.

In the darkness, Yu Xifeng could hear every heartbeat clearly.

Pounding alongside flowing blood.

Their greed mingled with their breathing, mixed with sticky desire, appearing no different to Yu Xifeng than that of the dead.

Yu Xifeng didn’t even bother to select a weapon from the space around her.

Her hands and feet had never felt so light and powerful.

At this moment, she believed in her own strength like never before.

And she acted accordingly.

The first was Deng Feiyu.

Since he was an acquaintance, it was only right to take care of him first.

Yu Xifeng pressed down his head and slammed it against her knee.

Deng Feiyu went limp and collapsed.

The second man had his arm broken by Yu Xifeng. She stepped on his chest and closed the door behind her.

Yu Xifeng rubbed her wrist, turned, and headed toward the next.

Sister Zhang wanted to run but couldn’t bear to leave her son behind. She knelt on the ground, repeatedly bowing her head toward the door.

Yu Xifeng was already behind her.

The third one.

The fourth.

The fifth.

Yu Xifeng exhaled a breath, feeling an unprecedented satisfaction.

No wonder Old Cai always said her spirit was unstable.

Being underground so long, it was true that something was missing, the unrest of the heart always needing an outlet.

The survivors outside needed it; Yu Xifeng needed it too.

Yu Xifeng thought regretfully that this was the inner ring, so she would still have to stay here for months.

These people couldn’t be killed yet.

Since they came, at least leave them something.

Just a hand then.

She was a kind person.

The first hand she tried was still Deng Feiyu’s.

No special reason, just a bit more familiar with him.

She grabbed Deng Feiyu’s hand and tried to bend it back but failed. Deng Feiyu howled like he’d lost his mother, making a huge racket.

Yu Xifeng frowned and tried two or three more times, finally hearing the sound of bones dislocating.

She was satisfied.

The second time was easier.

She twisted at the right angle, not relying solely on brute force—she had other things to do and had to save her strength.

The sound of bones grinding terrified Sister Zhang to the core.

She tried to get up but found her whole body shaking uncontrollably.

Sister Zhang regretted it.

She shouldn’t have tried to use this chance to teach Yu Xifeng a lesson.

Her son liked Yu Xifeng.

She didn’t want her son to marry a woman who messed around with other men; it was fine if he just played around a little.

This woman was surprisingly capable.

She said a lot, claiming Yu Xifeng’s home had rice, flour, and meat, which was why they were lured here.

Sister Zhang listened to her son’s cries.

Her heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

This was all her own doing.

Yu Xifeng disabled one person and threw them outside.

After tossing out Sister Zhang as well, Yu Xifeng clapped her hands.

She planned to go out and check on Old Cai and Sister Yun. If time allowed, she’d also take the chance to deal with Yang Rong and Xu Qingrou’s trouble.

There really wasn’t anything in her room that could be stolen.

But that didn’t mean she would let Xu Qingrou’s instigation of Zhao Yao slide.

Her door might have been damaged.

The door she bought with money—even though there were several other doors in the space.

They were all doors she had paid for.

The whole path here was extremely chaotic.

Some guarded their belongings nervously, trembling with fear.

Some took advantage of the confusion.

Some outright robbed.

As Yu Xifeng walked along, people occasionally tried to ambush her.

Only to be promptly punched into a swollen mess by her.

Gradually, no one dared come near her anymore.

Some even stepped aside to give her room as she passed.

Sister Yun was with the fat man; when Yu Xifeng arrived, she almost got sprayed with pepper spray.

“Xiao Yu! It’s you! Why are you here at this time? Come in quickly.”

Yu Xifeng shook her head: “I still have some things to do, so I won’t come in. Take this and keep it safe.”

Pepper spray wasn’t always effective in crowds; it might even anger the attackers.

Yu Xifeng handed over a small stun baton.

She’d bought two cases of these before the apocalypse.

Next, Yu Xifeng went to Old Cai’s place. Before she entered, Zhang Qiu lifted the curtain to greet her.

“I heard your footsteps and knew it was you.”

Old Cai sat upright inside, looking alert and prepared.

Clearly aware of the chaos outside, his nerves were tense.

Yu Xifeng also gave Zhang Qiu a small stun baton.

Old Cai could handle ten attackers alone but couldn’t handle trouble from Zhang Qiu, who was unpredictable.

“No need for me to teach you, right?” Yu Xifeng said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of myself,” Zhang Qiu said cautiously, putting it away close to his body. He noticed Yu Xifeng was going out again and said no more. “Be careful.”

Old Cai wanted to say something but stopped himself.

He really was old and couldn’t understand what young people were thinking.

When Yu Xifeng came back out, she saw some church members destroying the underground shelter’s heating system.

Their methods were primitive and brutal, and with limited tools, they were quickly discovered.

Yu Xifeng thought about their doctrine.

“Go with the times, let go of resistance, and return to God’s embrace.”

No.

Why drag everyone to die with them?

She didn’t understand.

Not even a little respect.

The patrol team hurried over, and the believers scattered like birds and beasts.

Those caught fought desperately.

They were executed on the spot.

Blood flowed into the pitch-black darkness.