While the rules were being explained to people here, some changes occurred on Lin Nuan's side.
She was always hanging out with Zhou Yue, which had long displeased her boyfriend Yang Tian. So he followed them and discovered the secret of Lin Nuan's stockpiling. Lin Nuan then remembered that her boyfriend came from a well-off family, so she simply told him that something big was going to happen. However, Yang Tian didn't believe it until Lin Nuan revealed that she and Zhou Yue had mortgaged their house. Only then did Yang Tian take out his savings, which were just savings. He didn't want to be outdone by a bootlicker.
Although it was only a few tens of thousands of yuan, it still bought a lot of things. Lin Nuan needed help, so she tricked the two boys into helping her reinforce the small courtyard.
Just then, disaster struck. Lin Nuan, who had been staring at her phone, jumped up excitedly and showed her phone to the two boys who were still arguing. Unexpectedly, Yang Tian got anxious when he saw it and wanted to go out to find his father. Lin Nuan ignored him and locked the door.
Without Fang Zhiyi's financial support and their own space, Lin Nuan could only huddle in this remote courtyard with Zhou Yue. When Zhou Yue called to tell her father where she was, Lin Nuan scoffed. How could she escape with her father? Thinking of those two people who only cared about educating her, Lin Nuan silently prayed for them to die quickly.
The chaos in the city lasted all night, and the next day was dead silent, with only occasional wild laughter, which was the sound of infected people. The virus spread so quickly that many people received their lunch boxes while still in suspicion.
Standing on the wall at the entrance of Beishan Manor, Old Li, with his hands clasped behind his head, gazed out at the city billowing with black smoke, muttering, "What a sin!"
The security guard on the side shouted, "Director Li! My sister-in-law has received the food and oil, and she is looking for you!"
Old Li turned around and looked at the newcomer and smiled: "Why are you still calling me Director Li?"
The young security guard said sternly, "As long as the company exists, you'll be the director. You can't break the rules. Otherwise, there will be chaos."
Old Li was stunned and muttered: "Yes, yes, the company is still there, and there is Mr. Fang and Mr. Fang..."
The people at the villa gradually got used to this kind of life. Aside from not being able to go out, everyone was happy, eating, drinking, and maintaining order. Under the command of General Xiao Fang, the original staff members took off their suits and shirts and reclaimed fields on the mountain. Some people were amused by the cattle and sheep brought in by security. It seemed that General Xiao Fang had traveled back in time! Isn't this like cheating?
"Boss Fang, it's over!" Someone hurried over to report, "Two cars have arrived at the door!"
Father Fang looked at his son in confusion. Upon hearing this, Fang Zhiyi immediately rushed towards the gate at the foot of the mountain.
As soon as he arrived, he heard shouting and cursing outside. The curses were as dirty as they could be. Fang Zhiyi walked up the stairs to the high wall, where a dozen security guards with nervous faces stood.
"Mr. Fang! They don't look like survivors." said the security captain.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the blood-curdling people below and shook his head: "Practice your archery."
The security guards were all stunned.
"The arrows of the bow."
"This..." Someone hesitated. Fang Zhiyi reached out and took the crossbow from one of them, strung it, aimed, and pulled the trigger in one go. With a sound of the string, an infected person below was shot in the head and fell straight down.
Fang Zhiyi threw the crossbow in his hand back to the security guard. He still missed it. He used to use it during the war. There was no other reason, mainly for safety.
Everyone was stunned by his decisiveness.
"What are you still standing there for! Get started!" the captain ordered.
"Damn it, I can't hold it in any longer!"
"Leave the one who curses his parents to me!"
After a few rounds of crossbow fire, the scene finally cleared up. However, Fang Zhiyi, who was watching from the side, frowned. "These people's accuracy is really too poor! What a waste of arrows!"
The next day, a shooting training class was established. Fang Zhiyi was responsible for the main training, and everyone could participate. In addition, security personnel with combat experience would also teach combat techniques.
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