Banxia tied up Li Zihao and threw him on the ground, then pulled Nanxing to clean up the battlefield.

Teddy dog ​​carcass, for sale; sweet crystal cores, for sale; kitchen knife and steel pipe, for sale; half a compressed biscuit, for sale...

Five minutes later, Banxia untied Li Zihao, took out a car and a rocket launcher from her spatial storage, and said casually, "You recognize this thing, right?"

Li Zihao immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "I know! I know! I promise I'll behave!"

He opened the car door with trembling hands, turned the key several times, and finally started the engine.

Nanxing followed in his car: "Wife, are you going to let Li Zihao go?"

Banxia took a sip of water: "No."

She didn't despise people who sacrificed themselves to achieve their goals, but Li Zihao knew about their killing of Gan Tian. Although they weren't afraid of that so-called cousin, there was no need for them to leave themselves with future troubles.

The more she walked, the more familiar the place became. It took Banxia a while to remember: "Our old home was around here, wasn't it?"

The sweet warehouse was located in the same direction as the villa they sold before the apocalypse.

“Hmm,” Nanxing was also somewhat surprised, “Where did the villa area get its warehouse?”

The two soon found out why: the sweet supplies storage point was actually the warehouse of a small supermarket inside the villa area.

Li Zihao looked at the two of them fearfully: "This is Gan Tian's supermarket."

Gan Tian had connections within her family. After learning about the apocalypse, they ordered the supermarket to close and secretly stockpiled a large amount of supplies, preparing to build their own power base after the disaster. Gan Tian did indeed do this, but she messed with the wrong people, and her entrepreneurial venture ended in tragedy.

“Oh,” Banxia gestured to Nanxing, “Let’s get started.”