Chapter 27 - Flying Kick Lin Xiaohu

 Soon, Zhang Yi heard Big Mother Lin's pig-killing screams.

 After Chen Zhenghao rushed into the house, he slapped Auntie Lin's face fiercely.

 "Old thing, letting you coax the neighbors for supplies, I'm doing justice for heaven!"

 Chen Zhenghao said with a loud laugh.

 Big Aunt Lin was beaten and fell to the ground, her head spinning, half unable to speak.

 Chen Zhenghao said to his men, "Search me, let's take all the food and drink in this house! This is all the neighbors' hard-earned savings, can't be cheap for her!"

 The henchmen laughed and laughed, and with winks and winks, they entered the kitchen and the bedroom, and rummaged through all the places in Auntie Lin's house where they could hide things.

 Soon, they rummaged through a huge pile of instant noodles, bread and cookies, mineral water and other things.

 Aunt Lin cried and crawled over, hugging Chen Zhenghao's thighs and said, "You can't take everything away, there are still things that our family hoarded for themselves, you all took them away, how can my grandson and I live!"

 Chen Zhenghao stared at her coldly and snorted, "None of my business! Get the hell out of here!"

 After saying that, he kicked over with the leg that was intact, just in time to kick Auntie Lin in the face.

 "Ah!!!"

 Big Mother Lin let out a pig-like scream and fell backwards.

 At this time, a shout suddenly came from the bedroom, "All of you motherfuckers, get the hell out of here!"

 It turned out to be Aunt Lin's grandson, Little Tiger, who realized that the chocolate chip cookies he had secretly hidden had been rummaged through, and instantly turned red-eyed.

 He went so far as to take out a fruit knife from the drawer and stabbed a little Karami in the ass.

 Any injury under these extremely low temperatures was very fatal.

 That little Karami let out a cry of pain.

 Turning his head and seeing that the one who stabbed him was actually a small child, he was even more furious and his eyes were on fire!

 F*ck, if this kind of thing spreads out, how will he be able to mix in the future!

 "I f*cking n*gga!"

 Little Karami was furious and kicked at Little Tiger's stomach with all his strength!

 An adult's kick with all his strength was simply not something this six year old could withstand.

 He let out a miserable scream, and even flew straight up in the air, then hit the wall hard and slid down to the ground like a piece of trash.

 There was a saying that hitting someone was like hanging a picture, and this scene resembled what that saying described.

 So much so that Chen Zhenghao and the others who saw this scene laughed out loud in delight.

 "Hahaha! Old Five, when did you practice such good legwork!"

 "Surprisingly kicked that little brat flying, awesome awesome!"

 And little Karami, nicknamed Old Five, pulled off the knife on his ass and said smugly, "Handsome or not? I really should have let you guys film that scene just now!"

 Big Aunt Lin herself was wounded and had wanted to lie on the ground and play dead.

 But seeing her beloved grandson being kicked so hard, she cried out in despair and pain, "Little Tiger, my grandson!"

 And he lunged towards Little Tiger.

 Chen Zhenghao, on the other hand, pointed at Auntie Lin and said righteously, "This is the price you pay for cajoling the neighbors, I'm doing justice for heaven!"

 After saying this, the group of people laughed and left Big Mother Lin's house with their loot.

 This cruel scene made Zhang Yi raise his eyebrows as he watched.

 Seeing the despicable and shameless Aunt Lin's family being beaten up, Zhang Yi was naturally very happy in his heart and would not sympathize with them in the slightest.

 However, this scene also represented the entire owner's building, where the rules of civilized society that originally existed had started to show cracks.

 Next, ferocious things would become more and more common.

 After all, the intact ice surface would rapidly expand as soon as a corner was cracked.

 "Hey, it's just a pity that it doesn't have much to do with me."

 "It's so boring to watch them fight to the death, playing for their lives over a little bit of supplies, while I can only lie flat at home for the rest of my life."

 Zhang Yi let out a sigh with a smile as he lay on the imported sofa.

 Afterwards, he sent this video he captured to the owners group of their building.

 In the owners' group, those owners who had been cheated were still cursing at Auntie Lin.

 Until they saw this video sent by Zhang Yi.

 Seeing the video, Aunt Lin's house was smashed by Chen Zhenghao and his men, then she and her grandson were violently beaten up, and all the cheated supplies were robbed.

 The homeowners were instantly happy.

 "Hahaha, big liar, deserved it!"

 "Brother Howe is mighty! Against this kind of person, we should use thunderous means!"

 "This is the price of a liar!"

 "Hee hee, stealing a chicken and not getting the supplies, what a laugh!"

 Although the owners who had been cheated out of their supplies knew that it was impossible to return the supplies that Chen Zhenghao had taken.

 But seeing Auntie Lin being brutally beaten, they still felt happy in their hearts.

 For a while, there were even people who thought Chen Zhenghao was a hero and sang his praises.

 "Brother Howe is mighty!"

 "Worthy of being a social big brother, he just has a sense of justice!"

 "If it wasn't for Brother Howe, we really wouldn't have any way to deal with shameless scum like her."

 "Brother Howe be careful, this old thing is shameless and ruthless, be careful she calls the police to report you."

 There were even some people who were worried about Chen Zhenghao and advised him.

 Chen Zhenghao could be said to have gained both fame and fortune this time, not causing a collective boycott from the owners, but also acquiring a large amount of supplies.

 Zhang Yi watched the chatting of the owners, but he skimmed his mouth and shook his head with a snicker.

 These owners did not realize a problem in the slightest.

 Chen Zhenghao could break into Big Aunt Lin's house to rob it today, so one day, he could similarly break into their house.

 And as people gradually lost hope in everything in the outside world, this kind of thing would come quickly.

 However, seeing as the owners were still able to chat freely in the group, it also proved a situation.

 That was that everyone still actually had a certain amount of supplies on hand.

 The situation of most families was not as miserable as everyone said.

 Many people in the Yuelu neighborhood worked in the warehouse district and had the habit of hoarding supplies at home.

 Even if they didn't work in the warehouse district, they would still buy discounted goods through various channels and keep them at home.

 A box of expired instant noodles and saving some would be enough for a family of three to survive for four or five days.

 Therefore, even now it was very difficult for everyone to get enough to eat and wear.

 But with a little bit of saving, for a period of time, it was still possible to maintain survival.

 In his last life, Zhang Yi managed to survive for a month before his hungry neighbors rushed to his door and ate him alive.

 Wealth does not leak out, this truth is understood in everyone's heart.

 The reason why each and every one of them is crying poor there is because they are afraid that others will look for them to borrow supplies.

 Of course.

 They were just barely surviving, and if they were talking about quality of life, that kind of thing basically had nothing to do with them now.

 Zhang Yi no longer looked at the messages in the chat group.

 He took out an archery target from among the foreign space and placed it on the wall.

 Then he picked up his hand crossbow and compound bow and started practicing his shooting skills.

 Even though his safe house was as strong as a steel fortress, surviving in the post-apocalyptic world did not allow for the slightest bit of slackness.

 Only by practicing his survival skills relentlessly every day would he be able to survive until the end.

 Moreover, practicing shooting was a good form of entertainment for Zhang Yi.

 As for marksmanship, there was no need for him to practice.

 He had a membership card from the Design Association and knew how to use firearms.

 Although he couldn't say that he was a superb shot, the thing called a gun was a great deterrent as long as it was held in the hand!

 There were only a hundred rounds of bullets, and they weren't recyclable like arrows, so it was better to save some.