The foolish actions of those people outside were hard for Yan Mo to ignore. He slightly tilted his head in the direction of Mu Qimai.

Having been with Yan Mo for so many years, the two had developed an unspoken understanding. He reached out and pressed the button at his side. Immediately, the iron door in front of him was electrified. As the electricity surged through the door, arcs of electricity flashed briefly.

Ding Bo, who was operating the cutting machine, was so scared that he dropped the machine to the ground and took a large step back in fear.

Since the night they decided to come to the twenty-fourth floor, he had a strong, ominous feeling. His sixth sense had always been quite accurate. After arriving, he remained on edge, alert to even the slightest movements around him.

He had noticed the subtle head tilt of the man leading inside and immediately felt alarmed. Without thinking, he backed away from the door, and the next moment, he saw the high-voltage arc on the door. Dropping the cutting machine, he felt as if he had narrowly escaped death.

If he hadn’t stayed vigilant, if he hadn’t moved away in time, he might have already been lying cold on the floor. Getting electrocuted would have been a small matter—his life could have been lost.

Ding Bo knew his roommates well after living with them for such a long time. If anything had happened to him, no one would have cared about his life. He had to rely on himself to survive.

The high-voltage electricity on the door made the group hesitate. No one dared to approach, fully aware of the dangers of electricity. They weren’t willing to gamble with their lives.

Reluctantly, they considered leaving, but they were unwilling to let it go.

The group stood in the stairwell, uncertain whether to force their way up or leave empty-handed.

Yan Mo didn’t give them a choice. Once they cleared the doorway, he turned off the electricity and stepped out, bringing Bu Xiangwen and Mu Qimai with him. The small stairwell now felt even more cramped with three more men.

Seeing Yan Mo and the others walk out on their own, Zai Xinyuan gave a grim smile. “Brothers, charge! Show them what we’re capable of!”

The five men gripped their baseball bats and metal rods, exchanged glances, and rushed forward.

Yan Mo and the others didn’t waste words. They met them head-on, and without even drawing their knives, Zai Xinyuan’s group was knocked to the ground, writhing in pain on the floor.

The group had never received any formal training. They relied entirely on their youth, strength, and audacity, while others were held back by various concerns.

Their fighting techniques were chaotic and unorganized, full of exposed weaknesses and vulnerabilities. It was easy for Yan Mo and his group to defeat them—if they hadn’t, it would have been an insult to how hard they were trying to send themselves to their deaths.

After beating them, leaving them unable to move properly for at least half a month, they gave Zai Xinyuan’s group one final warning before letting them go.

The chaos was just beginning. Yan Mo didn’t want to kill anyone just yet. He wasn’t a psychopath who killed for the sake of it, nor was he someone who killed on sight.

Once murder became part of the equation, the survival rules of the neighborhood would be completely rewritten, and it would no longer be under control.

Although things were chaotic now, most people were only focused on stealing supplies. No one had murder on their minds, and most still thought that once the rain stopped, society would return to normal. No one dared to go too far.

Living in the same building, Yan Mo and his group had heard of Zai Xinyuan’s actions. They were just a few impulsive young men, deeply influenced by brainless TV dramas. Apart from breaking into others’ homes to steal supplies, they hadn’t done anything particularly vile.

Their actions, though wrong, hadn’t caused any major damage. Even the girl from the thirteenth floor who was robbed only had her belongings taken—nothing more malicious happened.

Their actions hadn’t been too extreme, and they hadn’t caused too much harm. That’s why Yan Mo chose to let them go today.

He hoped that after being beaten, they would become more subdued and that others who had been eyeing the twenty-fourth floor would think twice before making a move. If they wanted to cause trouble, they should first consider whether they had the strength to back it up.