C11

S City

underground storehouse of Faga supermarket

The huge container disappeared under the touch of a person. As that person walked around, more containers disappeared into thin air. The moment the items disappeared, the white safety button around his neck also flashed with a subtle light.

Only a thumb sized Fat Baby was regretting his act of being magnanimous. It must have had its brain pinched by the door at that time, so why would it be so blind to find that small vine?

Now that he lost the place he had lived for tens of thousands of years, not only did he have to pay the rent, he also had to bitterly work for someone else. Heavens, no need to be so miserable, it wasn't easy for him to escape from there, why did he have to happily go back to jail!

Bang!

While Fat Baby was complaining incessantly with his small mouth, a huge container was thrown into the snow white space. He looked at the container aggrieved, bowed his head, and waved his hand, shrinking it to the size of a mobile phone, then casually waved his hand, causing the small container to float to the front of the space. There were already fifty to sixty small containers placed, and if one looked closely, they would see tiny words written on it: "Grain-type flour!"

Bang!

It was another container, except this one had the words' Foodstuff - Rice 'on it.

Only after around ten containers appeared in succession did no longer did the Fat Baby manage to catch his breath.

"Damn it, that guy is releasing more and more items. Don't you know that this will consume a lot of my power?!"

Fat Baby waved his round and small fists in anger, but he could only forcefully suppress the anger in his heart. Who told him to stay in a house that wasn't his, he would slowly become weak after leaving the safety of this house, and in the end, he would turn into pure energy and disappear from this world.

Eating a person with a soft mouth and living a person's short legs, who told it to ask for help now, just bear with it.

"Ah, Stoney, I will not despise you being ugly anymore. Even if you have to trap me for another ten thousand years, I will not despise you!"

As the Fat Baby chattered, the people in the outside world looked at the empty underground warehouse, and then calculated the resources in the air. Finally, they nodded their heads in satisfaction and walked towards the elevator.

The moment the elevator door was opened, the manager of the supermarket wearing a black suit greeted them with a nod and a bow.

"Young Master Qin!" Are you satisfied with the supplies our supermarket has prepared? "

That Young Master Qin nodded imperceptibly and strode past the supervisor with a biting chill. The bodyguards who had been waiting on both sides of the elevator quickly followed, escorting Young Master Qin into a limousine.

The car shook slightly and gradually moved away.

The man in charge of the supermarket bowed respectfully with his assistant as he watched the cars go. Only when the shadows of the train disappeared into the horizon did he finally breathe out a sigh of relief. His forehead shone under the sunlight.

The assistant quickly handed him a tissue. The supervisor wiped his sweat and gave him an appreciative look.

The top-notch boss seemed to be in a good mood, so the assistant dared to ask, "Director Zhang, who was that just now …?"

"Aiyo!"

Before the assistant could finish his sentence, he was beaten so badly by CEO Zhang that tears nearly flowed out of his eyes due to the pain.

"Little Wang, I, Director Zhang, am in a good mood today. I'll teach you the simplest of reasons." Director Zhang was beaming with happiness as he looked at the teary-eyed assistant, who was covering her forehead.

"Some things, some people, are things you'll never be able to touch in your life." "Close your eyes, cover your ears, and follow the strongest. There will be no mistakes!"

The little monk was at a loss. What did he have to say?! "Only after manager Zhang had walked a few dozen meters away did he finally understand what was going on and nod his head. He flew after CEO Zhang and asked in a low voice," Is that the person you're talking to? " As he spoke, he pointed his finger at the sky.

Director Zhang nodded in satisfaction. Indeed, this kid was worth teaching.

H City

South Suburb Warehouse

A few porters put the last of the items into the car, got out, and took the payment from Mo Yuanyuan.

"Little girl, won't you come tomorrow?"

A middle-aged porter, who was drenched in sweat and suntanned, purposely stayed behind to whisper to Mo Yuanyuan after the others had left. His family was in a bad condition, his wife was in bed, and he had a new kid who had just entered university. His family was in a bad condition, his wife was in bed, and he had a new kid who had just entered university.

"That's right, Uncle Zhang. Our relative only opened a small supermarket, but the house wasn't properly decorated so he rented a warehouse to take a stroll. Now that the front of the store is decorated, we can …" Mo Yuanyuan looked at him awkwardly.

Uncle Zhang was the most hardworking one among the porters. Mo Yuanyuan was also very satisfied with him. It was rare to see someone like him, who was so reliable and willing to work without cheating at all. These days, Mo Yuanyuan also knew about Uncle Zhang's family matters from their small talk and was very sympathetic towards him.

Knowing that it was impossible to maintain this job, Uncle Zhang sighed dejectedly. With his personality, asking Mo Yuanyuan without any shame was already the best courage an honest man could muster. His dark face also flushed red, making him look even darker.

"In that case, I'm sorry to bother you." Uncle Zhang greeted them and turned to leave.

"Dad, I'm back!"

Not far away, a young man in a green camouflage uniform, carrying a black backpack that had been washed white, was running towards them.

When Uncle Zhang saw the young man, joy burst out from his originally downcast face. He hastily went forward to greet him. "Xiaojun!" "Why are you back!"

The young man ran in front of Uncle Zhang and laughed excitedly. His face was also dark, showing white teeth. Even from a distance, he could feel Uncle Zhang's astonishing vigor and masculine aura.

"I just finished my military training and took a few days off from school. I missed you and Mom so I came back!"

Uncle Zhang felt sorry for his son carrying such a big bag, so he nagged him to take it off and took it.

"So heavy, so tired from carrying it all the way back!"

"No, it's all dirty clothes, and I haven't had time to wash them."

"..."

Mo Yuanyuan was standing not far away. When she first saw Zhang Xiaojun, she felt that he looked familiar, and when he got closer, he looked more and more familiar. To be able to leave an impression on her mind, he must be someone in the apocalypse.

Xiaojun!

Zhang Xiaojun! He had just entered his first year in university, so he would not be more than thirty years old after the apocalypse.

One figure after another appeared in her mind, but she rejected them all.

Suddenly, a tall and sturdy figure gradually appeared in Mo Yuanyuan's mind. It merged with Zhang Xiaojun in front of her. Rumor has it that he also came from H City. That person was an expert of the eighth stage-- Zhang Xiaojun, the Earthwalker!