Banxia took out a pair of disposable gloves from her pocket, put them on, dragged the old woman's body and threw it at the entrance of Building 18: "I've brought the hazardous waste back to you, you're welcome."
The woman and man, hiding behind the door, clung tightly to each other, trembling.
Banxia knew the two were hiding by the door. She wasn't dead; their greedy eyes were practically staring right through her back.
When she returned to the truck, Su Yao and the others silently gave her a thumbs up.
About half an hour later, a shrewd-looking man in his thirties and a frail woman in her twenties walked over, supporting each other.
The man, his eyes red, looked at the crowd and said, "You demons! My mother was just worried about my pregnant wife not having enough to eat, so she begged you to lend her some food. What did she do wrong to deserve this? A life for a life! I will not let you get away with this!"
The woman's gaze swept over Nanxing and Su Yao with a hint of malice, then she glanced jealously at Banxia, Fang Yunyun, and Su Xiao. Her voice was plaintive as she said, "Mother-in-law, I'm so sorry. If I hadn't been so hungry, how could you have... Waaah!"
She lowered her head and cried, but she didn't forget to show the best half of her face to Nanxing and Su Yao and the other men.
Fang Yunyun, Su Xiao, and Banxia exchanged glances: Little... Little White Flower?
Fang Yunyun was somewhat at a loss for words: "Did the three of them lose their minds? It's the apocalypse, and they're still playing moral blackmail?"
Su Xiao rolled her eyes: "Don't think we can't see it, you two are the ones who started this."
She moved to the villa area a few months earlier than Banxia and the others, and knew the family's background. The old man was abusing his age, his son was a man from a poor background who caused the death of the wealthy man's original wife, and the woman was a mistress who took over the family.
Banxia chimed in, "We have no morals, so no one can morally blackmail us!"
Talking about morality and ethics with someone like her, who has survived countless deaths and bloodshed, is no less absurd than asking Death for help!
She casually pulled a Glock 43X from her pocket: "I killed him, so what are you going to do about it?"
Fair fingers gently stroked the gun barrel; the stark contrast between black and white created an indescribable allure.
The man stared intently at Banxia's fingers, even licking his lips.
Nanxing frowned, stepped forward, and pulled Banxia behind him to block her. He wanted to gouge the man's eyes out!
Little White Flower pinched the shrewd man's arm hard, and the shrewd man almost cried out in pain.
He quickly realized what was happening, knelt down and kowtowed towards his own doorway, his face covered in tears: "Mother, I'm so sorry, I'll apologize to you when I'm gone!"
He stood up and stared fiercely at Nanxing. "Your wife killed my mother, and by all accounts, she should pay with her life! But now my wife and I are desperate. If you give me fifty tons of rice, fifty tons of mineral water, twenty tons of meat, and ten tons of vegetables, I will let it go!"
Before the apocalypse, an adult male would eat about one kilogram of rice a day. Fifty tons of rice would be enough to feed him for two hundred and seventy-three years!
Not to mention anything else!
I ate raw garlic for three years and still didn't have such bad breath!
The man feigned composure: "I know you're a big star, and I'm sure you don't want this to be exposed. Besides," a glint of greed flashed in his eyes, "I saw you brought back a lot of supplies; this little bit of stuff probably isn't much to you!"
The woman stroked her still-flat stomach, which she was deliberately sticking out, and sobbed softly, "My mother-in-law is not even sixty years old... Waaah... I know you are all kind and good people, please, please give me and my child a way out!"
She seemed about to kneel down, but the man hugged her tightly: "Wife, it's my fault. I couldn't protect Mother, nor could I protect you and our son..."
Banxia's head throbbed from the crying: "I never expected that you, a piece of trash, would have such a clear understanding of yourself! That's truly unexpected! If you don't leave by the time I count to five, you're leaving your life behind. Five!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The man's and woman's heads exploded into a flower shape in an instant, and their faces still bore a faint trace of greed as they died!
Banxia calmly put the gun back into her pocket.
The way the couple coveted her and Nanxing reminded her of the second-generation rich kids in her past life who wanted to imprison her and keep her as their plaything.
Their eyes all looked exactly the same—disgusting!
In the later stages of the previous apocalypse, countless people were completely devoid of humanity and engaged in disgusting acts.
Several sons of high-ranking officials and wealthy individuals, seeking sensory stimulation, privately built a gladiatorial arena.
On one side is the beast fighting service, where humans fight against each other, humans fight against beasts, humans fight against alien plants, humans fight against zombies, beasts fight against each other, beasts fight against alien plants, beasts fight against zombies, and so on. Once they enter the arena, at most only one can survive, and more often than not, both sides perish together.
On the other side is the S-type sex service, which also involves people with each other, people with beasts, people with alien plants, people with zombies, etc. The demons feed both sides potent drugs and make them play poker in public for people's amusement.
After she evolved, her height shrank, but her face became more youthful. Because Nanxing took good care of her when he was around, there were no signs of suffering on her body, and she looked like a young girl who had just come of age.
Her appearance was the kind of "clean and pure" look that the rich kids loved most, and both men and women wanted to capture her and keep her as their plaything.
With the black and white yin-yang symbol as a trump card, and with enough caution, the demon was not allowed to succeed, but it added a lot of trouble to daily life.
Life only returned to normal after she and the Devouring Tree "luckily" destroyed a gunpowder depot, blasted the rubbish of the Colosseum to ashes, and assassinated the second generation's backer.
The person she disliked reminded her of the things she disliked, and she needed a clean atmosphere to purify her soul.
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