Just then, Yu Ping, who was hiding in the nearby workshop, heard their commotion, grabbed a mop, and ran out to join them.

Compared to the number outside, the two at the bar had a better chance of winning, so they locked the door together.

While the four were dealing with two zombies at the bar, Du Shi unintentionally used his metal-based superpower to eliminate the zombies.

Given the unfavorable situation outside and Yu Ping's apocalyptic explanation, Du Shi, the only person with superpowers, decided to first knock on the door and gather the hotel survivors.

And so, going up floor by floor from the first floor, the second floor of the hotel is a coffee shop, which was not open last night and was empty.

The third floor is a Chinese restaurant. There were staff members on duty last night: 3 in the kitchen and 3 waiters, a total of 6 people. Five of them turned into zombies.

The remaining chef, Liang Heping, had gone to the toilet last night, fainted there, and separated from them, thus narrowly escaping disaster.

When I woke up and returned to the restaurant, I saw blood everywhere and several people eating their colleague, with his internal organs scattered all over the floor.

Instead of running away, he rushed forward and locked the restaurant door at an even faster speed, trapping the five zombies inside.

Upon encountering Du Shi and his group of four, Liang Heping decisively joined their ranks.

The fourth floor is the banquet hall, the fifth floor is the conference room, and the sixth floor is the self-service breakfast restaurant, but there was no one there.

From the 7th to the 10th floor, they knocked on doors and found a young couple in their twenties, a family of three, and two hotel staff members who were still alive.

On the 11th floor, there was blood everywhere in the hallway, and a zombie that was eating people. They should have lived in the same room. One of them mutated and ran out of the door, but couldn't escape in the hallway.

They didn't dare continue searching, so they locked the stairwell door on the 11th floor and stopped all the elevators on the 6th floor, mainly because they were afraid that zombies would take the elevators and run around everywhere.

Then all 12 people gathered at the restaurant.

Du Shi is still planning his next steps, such as how to allocate food reasonably and how to contact the outside world for help.

Ye Guangyu didn't want to hear any of it. He believed his father would definitely come to pick him up, and there was no need for him to be with these people.

Most importantly, he usually makes all the decisions, but now everyone here is clearly listening to Du Shi, which he is unwilling to accept.

Forget about superpowers or anything like that; Du Shilu's move just now was like a circus act, and he didn't even care.

"We're full, let's go back."

Ye Guangyu wiped his mouth and stood up straight.

Du Shi was interrupted before he could finish speaking, and looked embarrassed for a moment.

Ali stuffed the rest of the steamed bun into his mouth, his mouth bulging like a gorilla's, and quickly followed.

Having gotten all the questions he wanted to know, Wu Rui stood up and nodded apologetically to Du Shi.

"Please enjoy your meal, Mr. Du. We'll head back to our room now. If you need any assistance, please feel free to contact me at 1507."

He left himself an out by referring to his room number.

Du Shi composed himself and said "Take care" in a cool and indifferent tone.

After Ye Guangyu and the other two left, the man with the bald head said with dissatisfaction:

"Even in the apocalypse, they still act like they're still the young master of the Ye family."

Zhong Guoyi, sitting opposite them, smiled nonchalantly.

"It's understandable that spoiled children have a bit of a temper."

The man in the family of three asked Du Shi:

"Mr. Du, are we still moving tonight?"

They had previously agreed to move to the 9th floor; one of the surviving hotel staff members was responsible for the 8th and 9th floors.

She said that Du Shi and his three friends had checked into the three rooms on the 9th floor, and the other rooms were empty, so there was no need to worry about opening the door and hitting a zombie.

Du Shi glanced at the pitch black outside the window and answered with certainty.

"Move! Why aren't we moving!"

Compared to outside, hotels are now the safest place for them, and they have plenty of food.

Where there are people, there will be conflict. Especially in this situation, holding the power over food is equivalent to taking the initiative. He must be planned and prepared.

Du Shi addressed the crowd:

"Everyone, pack your things and find rooms on the ninth floor. It will be relatively safer if we're all together, and with my special ability, we'll be safer."

"Okay, we'll do as Mr. Du says."

"President Du is truly capable. We all owe a great debt to President Du and rely on his extraordinary abilities."

Du Shi was pleased with these people's pragmatism and continued explaining his plans for the future.

"There are three more floors on the top floor of the hotel that are restaurants. There must be plenty of food inside. Tomorrow, we will all continue to go up and try to gather all the survivors. Many hands make light work. If we work together, we will definitely be able to hold out until the rescue arrives."

"good!"

Mediterranean delay question,

"That Young Master Ye isn't easy to get along with. If it were him..."

The rest of the sentence was left unsaid, but everyone present, except for the five-year-old girl in the family of three, probably understood what it meant.

Gang Ye Guangyu's attitude was written all over his face; he didn't want to be with them.

Du Shi said very generously:

"If Young Master Ye doesn't want to come, then he doesn't have to. It won't affect us."

The brat is being unreasonable, but he has his own methods. So what if he's a boxing champion? He's also a superhuman.

Regardless, he was determined to gain absolute control of the building.

Liang Heping, the crew-cut chef, frowned and asked,

"What about food?"

The doorman, Yu Ping, also echoed his dissatisfaction.

“Yes, we work hard to find food in the building and cook for him. We can’t let him do nothing and just come and eat whatever we have prepared every day.”

Mediterranean tone, agitated.

"How could that be! He doesn't want to be with us, so why should he eat our food? He won't get any from us anymore."

Du Shi looked troubled.

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