The items in the system shop are too expensive, so he avoids spending money there if possible. As for the remaining 10,000 kilograms of gold, he doesn't want to spend it for now; he can exchange it when he needs it.

In addition, he bought a lot of gasoline this time, and he found that gasoline was more effective at killing zombies than guns.

When the time came, Wang Bin entered the apocalypse again. When he came out of the room, everyone was sitting in the living room, quietly waiting for him to appear.

"Wang Bin, you're back?"

"Um!"

Wang Bin smiled and agreed, then took out ice cream and chocolate from his system space for everyone. This time there wasn't as much ice cream as last time, but at least two for each person.

Abao and Xiaonan ate with great relish, while the others ate one piece and left the rest for Abao and his friends.

Has anything happened recently?

"Yes, Uncle Wang, you must avenge Uncle Dazhu! He was bullied!"

Before anyone else could answer, Abao spoke first.

"What's going on?" Wang Bin immediately became nervous upon hearing this.

"It's nothing, I just ran into a master in the army and he defeated me!"

"Oh, what kind of expert?"

"Uncle Wang, that man is very powerful. He smashed six bricks with a single palm strike!"

"Oh, what kind of martial art is he using?"

"I made some inquiries, and it seems to be Iron Palm!"

"How did you end up fighting with him?"

"After you left, we went down to practice the Tai Chi you taught us every day. A squad leader saw us practicing, and he was also a martial arts expert. He wanted to spar with me, but I defeated him. Later, word got around, and the squad leader went to find their battalion commander, but I was no match for him at all!"

"Oh, that's no big deal. Go and arrange it for me tomorrow afternoon. I'll spar with him."

"Oh, you really want to make a move?"

"My brother is being bullied, how could I just stand by and do nothing?"