Chapter 239 Long Time No See

In less than half a day, Xie Jue keenly sensed the movements around him.

"Sister, there are at least three groups of people secretly watching us nearby," he reported in a low voice.

"Hmm, no rush, let's keep waiting. The fish have already smelled the aroma, they'll eventually bite the hook." Josie sat calmly in the chair that had been temporarily moved in, even closing her eyes to rest.

Seeing this, the other team members had no choice but to restrain themselves, sitting or standing, seemingly relaxed but actually tense and vigilant about their surroundings.

Time passed by, from afternoon to dusk, and then to nightfall.

More and more eyes were watching them from the surroundings.

In the darkness, it seemed as if countless hungry eyes were staring at the table of steamed buns, and at Josie and the others guarding the side.

An invisible, increasingly tense longing permeated the air.

As night deepened, Josie slowly opened her eyes and instructed the space-age ability user, "Put it away. Continue tomorrow."

The snow-white steamed bun vanished instantly.

From the darkness, a deeply suppressed sigh, a mixture of disappointment and pain, seemed to echo.

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The ruined city looked particularly grotesque in the twilight, with broken walls and ruins resembling the skeleton of a giant beast, casting long shadows under the blood-red sunset.

The wind swept through the empty streets, carrying the faint roars of zombies in the distance, as well as the indistinct noises from human settlements.

Inside a half-collapsed luxury building in the city center, there is a scene that is completely out of place in this post-apocalyptic world.

In the lobby of the "Golden Splendor" nightclub, candlelight flickered.

Su Mei, wrapped in a stained but still undeniably luxurious haute couture dress, languidly sank into the only intact leather sofa.

She was flanked by two young men. The one on her left was a fire-type ability user, who lit her cigarette with a faint flame dancing between his fingertips. The one on her right was not an ability user, but was attentively massaging her shoulders.

In the corner, the chains rattled, sounding particularly jarring amidst the decadent music.

Qiao Zhian was chained to a broken steel pipe with a heavy dog ​​chain. His neck was already chafed raw and bloody, and his scabbed wounds were now covered in new injuries.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the couple flirting on the sofa, his teeth grinding together.

Once upon a time, he was a powerful real estate tycoon, always impeccably dressed in a suit and surrounded by a retinue of followers.

Now he is a prisoner, chained up like a dog by his former beloved lover.

Memories are like knives, repeatedly cutting open his already battered heart.

He thought of his gentle and virtuous ex-wife, the adorable appearance of his daughter when she was a child, and the home he had destroyed with his own hands.

"Su Mei!" He finally roared, his voice hoarse from prolonged dehydration, "I abandoned my wife and children for you, and this is how you treat me? Do you have any conscience?"

The teasing stopped abruptly.

Su Mei chuckled and pushed the man beside her away, took a drag of her cigarette, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

She stood up, her high heels clicking across the dirty ground, gleaming coldly.

"Conscience?" She walked up to Qiao Zhian and suddenly kicked him hard in the chest.

Qiao Zhian cried out in pain and curled up, the chains rattling loudly.

"A man who drove his wife to her death and doesn't care about his own daughter's life or death, does he even deserve to talk about conscience?" Su Mei sneered, using the tip of her shoe to lift his chin. "Don't forget, who's supporting whom now? I can give you a bite to eat, and you should kneel down and thank me for living."

Qiao Zhian's cloudy eyes were filled with regret and anger, but he was powerless to resist.

Yes, he once drove his virtuous wife to her death from depression because of this vicious woman, and treated his daughter Josie, who was crying and begging him, with cold indifference.

Now that they've ended up like this, isn't this retribution?

Just then, the nightclub door was suddenly pushed open, and a henchman rushed in, his face filled with unbelievable excitement.

"Sister Mei! Huge news! A group of people have arrived in the city, bringing lots of food... huge white steamed buns, piled up like a small mountain! They're right here in the central square!"

Upon hearing about food, even the furious Qiao Zhian's cloudy eyes suddenly lit up with hunger, and his Adam's apple bobbed violently.

He hadn't eaten a decent meal in a long time, and could only survive on a few moldy breadcrumbs that Su Mei gave him each day.

The steaming hot, soft white steamed buns I remember seem like they were from a century ago.

Even when he was at the height of his fame, he never ate white steamed buns again, but now, they stimulated his taste buds and he felt they were the most delicious thing ever.

"You saw the food?" Su Mei frowned, asking warily, "How many people? What's their background?"

"There were only a dozen or so people, but they all looked to be high-level ability users. The food was openly displayed in the central square, and everyone could see it!"

Su Mei stubbed out her cigarette, her eyes gleaming: "Don't rush, there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. There must be a conspiracy. Let's observe first."

For two consecutive days, news about that mysterious team kept coming in.

They reportedly not only distributed food but also provided medical services, healing several injured survivors.

What's even more enticing is that they seem to be recruiting people, saying they'll take them to a safe base.

The people in the nightclub began to get restless, even Su Mei's most loyal subordinates started whispering and their eyes darting around.

Finally, Su Mei couldn't hold back any longer and decided to investigate herself.

She dressed up carefully, put on her best clothes and applied her treasured lipstick, and quietly sneaked to the vicinity of the central square with a few capable subordinates.

Sure enough, a simple tent was set up in the square, and baskets of steaming white steamed buns were wafting out, their aroma wafting far and wide.

Dozens of emaciated survivors surrounded the area, but dared not approach.

Su Mei hid behind a broken wall and observed that the people guarding the tents were well-trained and well-equipped, far superior to ordinary survivor teams.

She was figuring out how to approach these people when she suddenly heard a familiar voice coming out of the building.

Is it her?

Su Mei's expression changed drastically, filled with anger and hatred, making her wish she could kill Qiao Xi immediately!

If Josie hadn't stood by and done nothing, her daughter... her daughter would definitely have survived!

But she quickly calmed down.

Josie is clearly in cahoots with those people; she won't get anything out of going out now.

Just as she was hesitating about what to do, Josie's gaze swept over them.

Seeing Su Mei surprised her; in fact, she hadn't thought about them for a long time.

They thought they had already perished in the zombies' mouths, but to their surprise, she was still alive and well.

She was even wearing makeup; she seemed to be doing quite well.

Are you doing well?

A cold smile played on her lips as she greeted the other woman first, "Aunt Su, long time no see!"

Su Mei tried to dodge, but it was too late. After her expression changed several times, she forced a smile and said, "Xi Xi... Yes, okay, long time no see."