The soldier distributing supplies glanced over at He Lihe.
He was standing at the very end of the line, looking like a total thug, not taking anyone seriously.
Before He Lihe could speak, Fu Shan and Wang Wei stepped forward and yanked the woman’s hair.
“Shut up, you stupid woman! What nonsense are you spouting?”
In an instant, no one else dared make a sound.
The woman screamed from the pain, struggling as if her scalp were about to be torn off.
As a woman herself, Su’s mother naturally didn’t want to watch such cruelty.
But in the apocalypse, the rule was survival of the fittest.
So Su’s mother silently averted her gaze.
And not just her—
Some people around them couldn’t bear to watch either, but their family members quickly held them back.
After all, the death of Brother Li from Building 7, whom He Lihe threw out the window, was warning enough.
No one wanted to provoke He Lihe.
“I’m warning you—don’t go too far! Once the temperature drops, the power returns, and social order is restored, the first ones to be arrested will be you!”
A short-haired woman stepped out from the crowd.
From her appearance, Su Yu recognized her as Lin Yuhan—a police officer.
He Lihe sneered.
“Oh? Officer Lin. Why don’t you arrest me then? Or just shoot me on the spot?”
Lin Yuhan was so furious her teeth were grinding.
Unfortunately, police were only allowed to use firearms in cases of extremely serious crimes.
Right now, empty-handed, she had almost no chance against He Lihe and his two men.
Seeing the predatory look in He Lihe’s eyes, Lin Yuhan took several steps back.
The helpless woman who had spoken earlier now placed all her hopes on the government personnel distributing supplies.
But they did nothing.
“Continue distributing supplies.”
The leader’s cold voice felt like a bucket of ice water dumped onto her.
They continued handing out supplies one by one.
After finishing, they immediately boarded the helicopter and left.
The woman’s head was shoved into the dirt of the flowerbed beside them.
Everyone received five packs of compressed biscuits and a bottle of mineral water.
Such supplies weren’t even enough to feed a single grown man for a day.
Some people hadn’t had clean water for too long— they uncapped the bottle and drank it all in one go.
In just a dozen seconds, a 500ml bottle was empty.
“This is for the child. Drink it slowly.”
“Son, just drink it all yourself. Don’t save any for your wife.”
“Sweetie, I’ll hold on to the water for you. I’ll divide it out later.”
In an instant, the ugliness of human nature spread through Mingyue Huafu.
Selfishness ran rampant.
Su Yu couldn’t stand the stench of her clothes; once she collected her supplies, she planned to leave.
“Don’t go yet. Our boss has something to say.”
Fu Shan and Wang Wei blocked the path.
In the center of the courtyard, He Lihe sat on the long bench, head held high, acting as if he were the leader of everyone present.
“As long as my supplies hold out, I won’t touch any of you. But if I get hungry, if my stuff runs out… I hope you’ll voluntarily make up the difference. Otherwise— who knows who might end up like that corpse over there.”
Under the moonlight, He Lihe pointed toward Brother Li’s rotting corpse under Building 7.
In the muggy night, not even insects dared to make a sound.
Su Yu’s eyes grew cold.
At the beginning of the apocalypse, at least some people still had a shred of morality or reason.
People as vicious as He Lihe were rare.
Fu Shan and Wang Wei were extremely loyal to him— and compared to the big man who’d had a chunk of his shoulder cut out, the contrast was obvious.
Originally, Su Yu intended to ignore all of this.
But now, He Lihe had clearly become a growing threat.
A man like this living inside Mingyue Huafu… would severely affect her family’s ability to “lie flat” safely.
Su Yu calculated quietly:
She needed to find a chance to eliminate this danger.
After speaking, He Lihe waved his hand, dismissing the crowd.
Some people walked toward the basement.
Others headed toward the stifling stairwells.
“Sister, careful.”
Suddenly, a boy’s voice sounded behind Su Yu.
Behind her stood a young boy with platinum-blond hair, about sixteen.
In the moonlight, Su Yu could see his delicate features clearly.
His body carried a strange, foul smell—but his fair face was perfectly clean.
The scent wasn’t sweat.
It was the same odor of garbage that Su Yu’s family had used to disguise themselves.
Clearly, the boy had disguised himself as well.
He quickly crouched beside Su Yu and picked up something green from the ground.
The green thing slid from his hand down to his neck—
A little head popped out from under his collar.
A small, bright green snake.
It flicked its tongue at Su Yu, as if greeting her.
The boy patted the snake’s head.
“Sister, it didn’t scare you, right?”
Su Yu shook her head, not wanting to engage with him too much.
The boy’s behavior was far too deliberate.
Su Yu even felt this boy was more dangerous than He Lihe.
If someone takes the initiative to reveal their weakness to you— it’s a trap.
“Sister, my name is Fang Zhixing. I live in Building 10, 6th floor. If you ever lack supplies, you can come find me anytime. I have plenty.”
With that, Fang Zhixing lifted the little snake and left.
Su Yu watched his departing figure, a chill flashing in her eyes.