“Well done!”
Gangzi and Uncle Ling lay on the bed, watching Lü Bufan and the others flee in embarrassment on the screen—it was incredibly satisfying!
“Alright, calm down.
You’re both still injured!” Chen Han reminded.
Gangzi had taken a minor wound—his arm had been slashed—but fortunately it wasn’t too serious.
Still, with such a long cut, if it wasn’t stitched, infection was very likely.
“What do we do?
Should we go to the hospital?” Ling Xue felt guilty—the slash was one Gangzi had blocked for her.
“There are zombies everywhere outside.
Even if we go, there won’t be any doctors.” Chen Han shook his head and took out a peculiar syringe.
Inside the syringe was a pink liquid.
Seeing that, both Gangzi and Ling Xue widened their eyes.
“A healing potion from [Doomsday Dawn]?”
They recognized it immediately—it was the in-game potion used to restore a character’s injuries.
“Will this work?”
“This pink stuff—we don’t even know what it is!”
Gangzi swallowed nervously.
“From now on, you’ll need to change your mindset.
After the game descended into the world, just think of yourselves as characters inside the game.”
“You can also think of it as us entering the game personally—just with Blue Star as the backdrop.”
“Come on, give me your hand.” Chen Han picked up the “healing potion” and jabbed it directly into Gangzi’s hand.
He didn’t bother with veins—just like in the game.
As the needle went in, Gangzi’s eyes lit up instantly.
“I can feel it—my HP is recovering!”
He saw on his personal panel that his HP bar, originally at 85%, was slowly rising.
The most shocked of all was Uncle Ling.
“Unbelievable… the world has changed so drastically!” Ling Feng sighed softly.
“Chen Han, I wrongly blamed you before.
Uncle apologizes.”
A few days ago, Ling Feng had indeed been disappointed in Chen Han for selling the company and spending heavily on a pay-to-win game.
Chen Han had been his most promising junior, someone he fully supported.
He thought Chen Han was wasting his future, never imagining he was preparing ahead of time.
“Uncle Ling, there’s no need for that.
Without your support, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” Chen Han quickly said.
Hearing this, Ling Feng showed a relieved smile.
In the apocalypse, his title of richest man meant nothing now, yet Chen Han still respected him the same—this warmed his heart.
Ling Feng had not misjudged him!
“But… I’m an old man now.
Won’t I be a burden to you all in the apocalypse?” Ling Feng voiced his concern. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Chen Han laughed.
“Uncle Ling, there’s no need to worry.
After the world gameified, you only look older—there’s no other real disadvantage.”
“You can still kill zombies and level up.
As your stats increase, even having a whole soccer team of kids later won’t be an issue!”
“Really?” Ling Feng’s eyes brightened.
He was already past fifty and only had Ling Xue as a daughter.
He had long wanted a son, but out of concern for her feelings, he hadn’t pursued it.
Later on, his body simply couldn’t keep up.
But after hearing Chen Han, he suddenly felt hopeful for the future.
“But… this is the apocalypse.
Conditions are terrible.
Surviving is the real problem.” Thinking of this, Ling Feng’s heart sank again.
He didn’t want his future son to be born into such a harsh world.
“Hey, Dad!
With Brother Han here, what are you afraid of?” Ling Xue hugged his arm and shook him.
“Since Brother Han prepared in advance, he definitely has a way to keep us safe!”
“Besides, Brother Han is super strong!”
“That may be true, but Chen Han has no obligation to take care of us,” Ling Feng said helplessly.
Ling Xue’s eyes rolled, and she suddenly threw herself onto Chen Han.
“Then marry me to Brother Han!”
“If he becomes your son-in-law, would we still be considered outsiders?”
“Isn’t that right, Brother Han?”
After saying that, Ling Xue even rubbed against him coquettishly.
Seeing this, both Chen Han and Ling Feng were speechless.
This girl clearly just wants to marry herself off!
“Alright, back to business.” Ling Feng looked at Chen Han.
“Xiao Han, based on my understanding of Lü Bufan, he won’t give up so easily.”
“It’s fine.
With this Doomsday Fortress, no one can break in for a long time.” Chen Han waved his hand reassuringly.
A safehouse built with orange alloy was almost invincible in-game.
Unless thousands of professionals attacked together, it was impossible to breach.
“That’s not certain.
If they expose your identity as the ‘Suit Thug’, when profits are involved, people will definitely unite against you,” Gangzi said worriedly.
Chen Han chuckled.
“Unless it’s their last resort, Lü Bufan won’t expose my identity.
That man is a cunning businessman—he wants to monopolize this fat piece of meat!”
“Makes sense.
They’re definitely planning on siphoning away your resources.”
Chen Han smiled.
“Uncle Ling, what do you think they’ll do first?”
As the richest man in Jianghai City, no one understood business better than Ling Feng.
At the mention of business, Ling Feng perked up.
“You hoarded so much newbie equipment to earn a fortune right now, didn’t you?”
“But in this situation, if you sell at high prices, the entire world will hate you.
Once people recover, you’ll become everyone’s target.”
“So they’ll use this to negotiate with you—making themselves your first-tier agents and shifting the hatred from you to them.”
“Once they get your first-tier agency rights, Lü Bufan will raise prices and make a killing!”
“And once he earns enough, he’ll have countless ways to deal with you.
Money can move ghosts—especially in the apocalypse.”
After hearing this, Chen Han gave a thumbs up.
As expected of Jianghai’s richest man—his insight was flawless!
This was indeed Lü Bufan’s best possible strategy.
Whether he could defeat Chen Han or not, as long as he made money, he wouldn’t lose.
Chen Han smirked.
“He must earn money—but in the end, all of it will flow right back into my pocket!”
“I’ll dig a pit so deep they’ll fall straight into the abyss.”
“Oh?
Selling him first-tier agency rights guarantees profit.
How will you trap him then?” Ling Feng asked, confused.
“Information advantage,” Chen Han said with a playful smile.
Ling Feng’s eyes widened.
“The apocalypse game is only in Phase One and capped at Level 9.
Don’t tell me you know when Phase Two will open?”
Once Phase Two opened, players would gain classes, abilities, and Level 10 gear.
Newbie equipment would instantly become trash.
If Chen Han dumped all his newbie gear onto Lü Bufan right before Phase Two… the trap would be enormous.
Realizing this, even a business titan like Ling Feng gasped.
Such a ruthless plan!
Chen Han opened the game system.
The World Channel was in chaos—countless people begged him to sell newbie weapons so they could fight zombies.
Chen Han typed into the world channel: “In ten minutes, the first batch of weapons and equipment will be released.
Stay tuned!”
The moment this message appeared, the entire world exploded in excitement!
“The Suit Boss is finally selling equipment!”