The scarred man became even angrier upon seeing this, wildly swinging the fruit knife at Jiang Zhi. The other thug in the car froze in fear. Jiang Zhi skillfully dodged the fruit knife, striking the scarred man's neck with both elbows, nearly breaking his neck.

At this moment, Jiang Zhi's cleaver was already held against Scarface's neck.

"Ah, grandma, please don't kill me!" The scarred man had completely lost his previous arrogance.

"Boss! Let our boss go!" The man with the pointed mouth and monkey cheeks shouted desperately, ignoring the pain.

"Weren't you very arrogant before?" Jiang Zhi looked at the other two with sharp eyes.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, Grandma. We shouldn't have had such evil intentions. Please don't hurt our boss."

Jiang Zhi didn't care about any of that. The world wasn't in chaos yet, and it was a society governed by law. She took out her phone and dialed 110.

The police arrived at the scene quickly, and the three criminals were put into a car. Because it was too late, Jiang Zhi was released after giving a statement on the spot. As for the three men, they were sentenced to three to ten years in prison for attempted robbery.

Whether they'll be able to walk out of the detention center alive is still uncertain.

It was already midnight when Jiang Zhi got home. She entered the space, where time flowed at the same rate as outside, and it was currently night.

This made Jiang Zhi suspicious of the origin of this space, as it had the same flow of time and shared day and night cycles.

If Earth were to enter a long, dark night, would space also experience the same thing?

If that's really the case, does this space also exist somewhere on Earth?

Jiang Zhi thought of a previous era on Earth, and she boldly guessed that this place might be a relic of the previous era. Entering the space was equivalent to traveling through time and space.

The Earth has existed for billions of years, while humans have existed for only a few million years. Compared to the lifespan of the Earth, humans are but a drop in the ocean.

Ironically, humans firmly believe they are the center of the Earth, as if the planet cannot survive without them.

As a member of humanity, she had extremely complex feelings about the place she depended on for survival after experiencing the apocalypse.

Even though it hurts us, we still have to rely on it for our existence.

Jiang Zhi didn't sleep all night. With the power cultivated from the technique within her body, she didn't feel tired at all.

The next morning, at only 7:30 a.m., the thermometer on the wall inside the room had already soared to 29 degrees Celsius.

Jiang Zhi rubbed her temples and turned on her vibrating phone.

"Xiao Jiang, a few of us have made plans to go to Taishan tomorrow. Do you want to come? The weather forecast says it will be cloudy tomorrow and won't be too hot."

Hearing the voice on the phone, Jiang Zhi was momentarily dazed. If it weren't for the contact name, she wouldn't have recognized who it was at all.

Ten years have passed, and she has almost forgotten most of the people and events that happened in the first twenty-three years of her life.

But when she saw the name in the notes, Jiang Zhi's eyes darkened.

"Little Jiang? Little Jiang, are you listening? Speak up."

"I'm not going, you guys go by yourselves," Jiang Zhi said curtly.

She remembered; this had happened in her past life too.

The woman she was talking to was named Ji Xiaoxiao, her college classmate. She now worked at a public institution in Jiangcheng, earned a good salary, and was married to a so-called "good husband."

It was during this invitation that Jiang Zhi encountered extreme heat while on her way to play. She suffered heatstroke and fell into a coma. These people abandoned her and ran away, not caring whether she lived or died.

Heh, if she could do it all over again, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with these people.

Jiang Zhi had already refused, but Ji Xiaoxiao persisted. As classmates, everyone knew how wealthy Jiang Zhi was; if she could join them this time, they could save a lot of money.

But Jiang Zhi, who usually obeyed them, was disobedient this time.

If Jiang Zhi knew that she was seen as someone who "obediently follows orders" by others, she would definitely scoff. She was wealthy, but she also enjoyed watching plays, and spending money to see a play was nothing to her.

These people acted like drama queens in front of her, but they were completely unaware of it.

"Xiao Jiang, Senior Li Ming is with us this time too. He was your crush back in school. I've heard that he's single now and works for a Fortune 500 company in Jiangcheng."

"I said I'm not going, I'm busy. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now," Jiang Zhi said before hanging up the phone.

Ji Xiaoxiao stamped her foot. What kind of person is he? He doesn't even care about good looks.

This time they're going to suffer a huge loss.

Taking advantage of the slightly cooler morning, Jiang Zhi went to the bank to make an appointment for gold exchange.

She still has about 300 million yuan left, and she still needs to pay the remaining 200 million yuan. Jiang Zhi plans to use 100 million yuan to keep those people hanging for now.

Soon the world will no longer be governed by paper coupons; you can buy things for free!

Then she set her sights on banks and jewelry stores.

She plans to purchase large quantities of gold in batches.

Throughout history, both domestically and internationally, gold has always served as a full-value metallic currency. Even the apocalypse did not shake its status; after the apocalypse, gold could still be used to exchange for points, which could then be used to acquire resources.

But she already has enough supplies and doesn't need to exchange gold for them. If she can have the last laugh this time, gold will still maintain its status as currency when order is restored.

This is all money! Paper money can be deceiving, but precious metals can't.

After making the plan, Jiang Zhi went to an agricultural machinery store and bought several agricultural machines.

There were threshing machines, milling machines, oil presses, and so on. I also managed to get some spare parts and machine oil.

It's still delivered to the warehouse, and then she picks up the goods from the warehouse.

"Look, that person has fallen!" someone in the crowd exclaimed, and everyone turned around.

"He probably has heatstroke. It's not even June yet, and it's already 39 degrees Celsius this morning."

"Aaaaaah, someone's dead!"

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