"You underestimate me, huh! Who was it that was calling me 'big boss' like that just now?" Jiang Qingwan didn't care about the two packs of instant noodles, and she knew Chen Xiaoran was joking, so she decided to tease her as well.

"I was wrong. It's free, I'll provide services for the big boss for free. It's what a lackey should do." Chen Xiaoran clasped her hands in a fist salute, patted her clothes, spread her legs, squatted down, and prepared to lift Jiang Qingwan's shopping cart downstairs.

"No need for that. Watch me." Jiang Qingwan quickly approached her shopping cart, her hands moving effortlessly.

The shopping cart was lifted vertically into the air.

He walks with a steady gait, as if his hands are empty.

His confident back view seemed to tell everyone: You still need to practice.

Chen Xiaoran and the unlucky guy were not to be outdone.

Chen Xiaoran used his wind-based superpower to gently lift the shopping cart, and the cart lost its weight in his hands.

Like Jiang Qingwan, she picked up the shopping cart and went downstairs without changing her expression.

"Wow. You two are strongmen." The driver of the second car, who had been waiting there for a while, couldn't help but tease Jiang Qingwan and Chen Xiaoran for their unusual way of returning.

"This is true strength." Chen Xiaoran deactivated her wind-type ability, and the shopping cart landed with a dull thud, sliding slightly along the cement floor due to inertia.

Jiang Qingwan smiled without saying a word, choosing to keep a low profile.

"Excuse me, since you've all arrived first, let me discuss something with you," the driver said after some hesitation.

"What?" Gu Ningyue gave the driver a way out and asked, following his lead.

"That's right. We just discovered that we've also brought oil with us on this trip, and since the two of us will be waiting here for everyone, the time we spend collecting supplies has been reduced..." The driver pointed to the security guard next to him.

The security guard added, "We might need to get involved in distributing everyone's supplies. It's a little embarrassing to say that."

"It's no big deal, it's what we should do." Jiang Qingwan didn't think it was a big deal. After all, the property management did provide extra help, and participating in the distribution was nothing, as long as it was within a reasonable range.

Jiang Qingwan casually handed the top layer of snail rice noodles to the security guard, asking, "Is this enough?"

The security guard was overjoyed: "That's enough, that's enough."

The security guard really didn't expect things to go so smoothly.

Chen Xiaoran glanced at the security guard, then at Jiang Qingwan, gritted her teeth, and copied Jiang Qingwan, handing him a box of golden shredded pork floss pastries, asking, "Is this okay?"

The security guard saw that there was another box of shredded pork floss cakes on top of his snail rice noodles and said happily, "That's enough, that's enough. I didn't expect you to support us so much."

"In the early days of the apocalypse, you helped us a lot with your procurement of supplies. We're all in this together." Jiang Qingwan thought of the conscientious property management company in the community.

No wonder it was a famously pristine neighborhood in its past life!

Following Jiang Qingwan's recollection, Chen Xiaoran also recalled the time when she stayed at home waiting for the property management to do the shopping. She felt that the property management had indeed put in a lot of effort, so she didn't feel so bad about the supplies they provided.

The security guard placed the snail rice noodles and pork floss cakes under his passenger seat and carefully wiped the dust off the box.

"Hey bro, let's add each other on WeChat." Chen Xiaoran pulled out her phone from her pocket.

“Sure.” Jiang Qingwan was not stingy with her kindness towards people whose character was decent.

Chen Xiaoran scrolled to the QR code interface, which displayed a waiting symbol.

It went around and around.

It just won't load.

"This internet, sigh. It's too slow." Chen Xiaoran shook her phone, trying to speed up the spinning icon, and couldn't help but complain.

"Forget it. Let's leave it for now. I'll take a picture when it loads." Jiang Qingwan shrugged and spread her hands.

More companions gradually emerged from the mall's main entrance.

Carrying in their hands, holding in their arms, or dragging behind their backs, everyone made a harvest.

His expression was no longer one of worry as it had been in the car; his joy was palpable.

The security guard and the driver explained what they had told Jiang Qingwan and the others before, saying that they needed some supplies and that everyone could give as much as they felt like.

Everyone expressed their understanding and offered to pay the service fee based on their own judgment.

The only two people who exploded.

He's a well-known gigolo in the neighborhood.

Wang Chengcheng, with her thick makeup and intoxicating fragrance, and her crimson lips, blurted out an unpleasant string of words: "Hey. You didn't say any of this before. I'm not giving it to you. I worked so hard to get this."

Wang Chengcheng's companion was also a gigolo.

Even wearing a thick down jacket, Xia Mang's arms still looked thin.

He clutched the supplies tightly to his chest, as if afraid someone would snatch them. He stepped back a few paces away from the crowd before speaking, "That's right. We used to wait for others to give us things."

As everyone gazed at the two men, so exquisitely handsome even in the apocalypse, the words welled up in their throats but were swallowed back down.

"Give us a little something." Jiang Qingwan had just arrived and wasn't familiar with the two men's style. She wanted to help the community service staff and create a peaceful atmosphere.

“They all said that everyone gave it as they pleased,” Jiang Qingwan repeated.

"No way. They always give it to us willingly, those damn zombies! I used to just stay home, have a nanny, and play games." Wang Chengcheng pouted, her expression full of refusal.

“Yes, yes,” Xia Mang agreed.

"Never mind, it's just these two." The driver knew these two people well and knew that they were indeed shameless.

It was indeed a mistake on my part not to notify them beforehand.

If you can give, then give; if you can't, then don't. Next time, please plan ahead.

"Okay." Seeing the driver's response, Jiang Qingwan didn't interfere any further.

"Five, six, seven, eight," Gu Ningyue secretly counted in the crowd.

"That's enough, go back now!" Gu Ningyue reminded him after finishing the inventory.

"Okay. Get in the car, let's get going." The driver walked to the driver's seat first.

The security guard opened the car door from the outside and watched intently as everyone got into the car.

After the last person got on the bus, the security guard closed the door from the outside and then got on himself through the passenger door.

Everyone was perfectly intact and unharmed.

The only thing that matters is the weight of the supplies.

Click, the security guard fastened his seatbelt and said, "Hold on tight, let's go."

Pickup trucks roam freely through the empty streets.

It adds a touch of dynamism to the otherwise lifeless atmosphere.

"Beep beep—" came the sound of a car horn from the opposite direction.

Jiang Qingwan looked over sharply.

The black sedan grew from a small black dot to a large one, like a comet falling, moving at an extremely high speed as it approached the vehicle carrying Jiang Qingwan.

There was also a comet's tail, and a huge swarm of creatures followed behind the black sedan.

It left a blurry afterimage, like the black exhaust fumes from a car starting up, following the black sedan closely.

"What's that—" Wang Chengcheng tossed aside the lip balm in her hand, covered her mouth with one hand, and pointed out the car window with the other.

"Get out of the way!" the security guard shouted to the driver.

The driver suddenly swerved the steering wheel.