No overnight stay in the villa

Eugene picked up his phone and started posting another bounty, this time targeting Devon.

"This guy should be much more dangerous than Sloan. After all, he's the boss and can easily persuade many people. His influence is far greater than Sloan's charisma," Eugene thought.

"Wanted: Name: Devon, the CEO of Devon Real Estate. He's currently in our community with at least two bodyguards. Whoever can kill Devon, I'll reward with 20 boxes of instant noodles or equivalent supplies."

He uploaded several photos of Devon online and shared them in the group.

Devon slowly hung up the phone.

"Devon boss?" All four bodyguards looked at him simultaneously.

Devon lied; he didn't have just two bodyguards but four!

He placed the phone on the table, his brow furrowed. He glanced at a beautiful woman beside him, around twenty-four or twenty-five, holding a sleeping toddler.

"He declined," Devon said nonchalantly.

The woman, holding the child, cooed, "Didn't you say he's easily swayed by beauty? How could he decline such a tempting offer?"

Devon chuckled, "Indeed, that surprised me too."

Rubbing his temples, he looked troubled.

"Devon boss, what should we do?" One bodyguard asked, "Should we force our way in?"

"Force our way in?" Devon laughed. "Didn't several groups already try that? Your combat skills might be superior to ordinary people, but in terms of strength, you're just twice as strong. Do you really think the four of you can break in?"

"Impossible!"

The woman suggested, "Then I'll try to lure him to open the door."

Devon shook his head, "His villa must have been fortified. If it were me, after spending so much on security, wouldn't I install surveillance? Even if there's a power outage, I could easily use a generator, and with fuel reserves, I can last ten days to half a month."

"So, even if we stand outside quietly, he'll notice."

"And!" Devon sighed, "Didn't Kobe mention Eugene could control the sprinkler system, spraying them with poison? Imagine waiting for him outside, and suddenly getting drenched with toxic water. How would you deal with that?"

The bodyguards were stunned. They were professionals at fighting and even killing, but strategic thinking like this wasn't their forte.

"So, what's the plan?"

Devon shook his head, "Why are you always focused on Eugene? Even though he has resources, the situation isn't in our favor. Let's focus on others, dominate the entire community. Eventually, we can dig through walls to get to him!"

The group's eyes lit up. With so many houses in the community, why pick a fight with Eugene? Other people's food is just food, and clean water is still water. With Devon's brains and their strength, they could easily control the entire community.

The beautiful woman remained silent, holding her child close. She cared about nothing else but her son.

Eugene stretched lazily. He counted; there had been two threats against him in the community.

One was a charlatan, and the other was a boss.

"Both shouldn't be underestimated," Eugene murmured.

Before, he was just an insignificant resident, unlikely to cross paths with such "big shots." Even though they were in the same community, it felt like two different worlds.

But now, both groups were eyeing him, lured by his villa and abundant supplies.

Naturally, this made him a target.

Actually, there were many greedy people, like the Turner family and Lindsay. And the result?

They all became frozen corpses in the garage.

Whether it was Sloan or Devon, the outcome wouldn't be any different.

"The fog hasn't cleared yet, so let's play a bit longer," Eugene muttered to himself. After all, he wasn't going to leave his villa. He naturally stood on unbeatable ground, so what was there to fear?

In a direct confrontation, regardless of how many followers Sloan had or how tough Devon's bodyguards were, being mercenaries didn't change anything.

Under firepower, everyone was equal!

"All I need to watch out for is not to get betrayed."

"As long as I'm cautious with the women who come to me."

"Strangers might be sent by those two groups, or even Cathy and her group might betray us."

"They're all just interests."

"If women are naive enough to believe in the conditions set by others, like offering half their supplies to betray me, they might just fall for it."

"After all, there's no emotional connection between us, just business. If I believe there's trust, then I'd be the world's biggest fool."

Eugene wondered, after posting two bounties, how long it would take for someone to take the bait.

"I'll just have to wait and see!"

Eugene kept an eye on the group messages. However, when night fell, the internet suddenly went down.

The base station had collapsed.

Now, even if phones had battery left, they were useless. Except for offline games and browsing stored photos and videos, nothing else could be done.

However, Eugene had something different.

He had a satellite phone!

He went to the third floor and contacted Dorothy.

"The signal's completely gone."

"Yeah, we'll have to rely on satellite phones from now on."

"Look on the bright side, no one's going to charge us for satellite calls, right?"

Dorothy couldn't help but laugh, "You're so optimistic. Still joking around at a time like this!"

Of course, he was optimistic. He had stocked up enough food for generations and turned his villa into a fortress. What was there to worry about?

The two chatted back and forth. Even natural disasters made Dorothy rely heavily on Eugene. After all, the only person she could talk to now, other than her sister, was Eugene.

"Eugene, do you have enough to eat?" Dorothy asked, concerned. "If you run out, come to us. Erica has prepared enough food!"

Was she playing the saint?

Eugene chuckled. If someone is nice to him, they're not necessarily a saint. But if Dorothy is kind to everyone, then she is.

"I have food. I stocked up right before doomsday," Eugene replied. "If you run out of food, you can come to me. I have enough for two to three years."

Dorothy was stunned.

Her sister had prepared food for a few months, which she thought was impressive, but Eugene had food for years?

Oh my.

His doomsday prepping was on another level!

But no one could have imagined that one day doomsday would actually come, making Eugene the biggest beneficiary.

"You have to be careful. Don't let anyone know you have a lot of supplies," Dorothy suddenly sounded serious. "Now, and in the future, things will only get more chaotic. People will do anything for food."

"So, you must keep a low profile!"

Hearing Dorothy's warning, Eugene knew she had a clear understanding of the situation. She wasn't a saint.

After chatting with Dorothy for a while, Eugene hung up.

Time for sleep!

Eugene woke up and went about his morning routine, brushing his teeth and washing his face. Afterward, he called Leopard to have breakfast together. Subconsciously, he took out his phone to browse. Only when he saw the no-signal icon did he remember that all signals had been cut off.

Now, everyone was truly isolated.

He tossed the phone aside. Satellite calls it is, then.

No worries, I'll watch TV.

He had prepared several external hard drives filled with movies, TV shows, and variety shows. Coupled with thousands of fully charged batteries he had stored, he was set for at least six months, if not longer.

After all, watching doesn't consume much electricity!

The main power consumer used to be the air conditioning. But now, Eugene relied on the fireplace. Even the hot water for showers was heated by the fireplace. So... the villa didn't really consume much electricity in a day.

By noon, Cathy, Isabel, and Juliet arrived right on time.

Eugene had invited them to join to prevent any interruptions halfway through. Wouldn't that be a mood killer?

As for whether the three women would feel embarrassed about it, Eugene didn't care.

If they couldn't handle it, they didn't have to come. He didn't force anyone!

Moreover, with more occurrences, they might get used to it, maybe even become sisterly friends.

After an hour, Eugene unceremoniously sent the three women away.

Stay overnight at the villa?

He'd rather not.

Don't think about it.