Blood Will Be Spilled for Unpaid Loans, He Was Dao Ge Wang Dalong

Meng De suddenly spotted an SOS distress signal written in white bedsheets on Building Six across from him.

It was probably a woman, since the letters had been written in lipstick.

"There are survivors in Building Six!"

Meng De thought about it but had no plans to go over immediately.

"Searching for supplies comes first today."

"I'll go take a look when I have time."

For the sake of taking in a Goddess—no, rescuing a homeless Goddess—he did not mind making the trip.

After clearing out the zombies upstairs, Meng De began sweeping downward.

Floor by floor, he discovered that aside from the few of them, there were almost no survivors left in this building.

That made things easier for him.

The moment they met, it was just slash, slash, slash—kill, kill, kill!

After a round of action, he had cleared every zombie from the entire building.

And to prevent the heat from making the corpses stink, he tossed every zombie out of the building immediately after killing it.

After all, he still had to live here for a while.

He did not want the stench to make the place unlivable.

After collecting all the supplies, more than half of his hundred-cubic-meter space had been filled.

"While I'm at it, I should clear out the neighborhood supermarket too!"

In the apocalypse, Meng De could never have too many daily supplies.

Just like Goddesses—the more, the better!

The residential area had six buildings in total.

The Building Five where he was located stood farther back, nearly two hundred meters from the supermarket at the entrance.

Meng De was not afraid of zombies, but he did not want to get surrounded by them either.

So, at a speed faster than the world's sprint king Bolt, he shot straight through the zombies blocking the road.

If you asked how fast he was, you would have to ask certain two-second men. However fast those two-second men were, that was how fast he was right now! Of course, certain combat situations were a different matter! Along the way, several unlucky zombies he crashed into had their throats slit as well.

But the moment he arrived at the supermarket entrance, Meng De immediately sensed that something was off.

"Hm? Someone's been here?"

The supermarket's back door had already been broken open.

And there was a high chance it had been done by someone from Jinxiu Jiayuan Residential Area.

The neighborhood supermarket had specifically been designed with two doors.

One faced outside, while the other faced inward, so residents could conveniently shop there.

There were also four corpses on the ground.

They appeared to have been supermarket employees.

This supermarket operated twenty-four hours a day, so it was not unusual for several employees to be there.

"Someone beat me to it!"

Meng De was not surprised. There were six buildings in this residential area, so many households, and nearly a thousand people. There would always be a few survivors who had luckily made it out alive.

That was perfectly normal.

Upon entering the supermarket, he saw that several shelves had already been emptied.

Most of what had been taken were snacks and other things that were easy to carry.

Daily necessities like rice were still there.

"Hehe, then all of this is mine!"

Compared to flashy but impractical things like snacks, he wanted staple foods that could actually fill his stomach.

The former could at most add flavor, while the latter could save lives.

This neighborhood supermarket was quite large.

But with the support of his Space Ability, the goods from one shelf after another were swept into his Personal Space.

To make it easier to retrieve supplies later, he simply stored the shelves along with their contents, saving himself the trouble of sorting them.

Before long, the supermarket looked as though it had been licked clean—spotless beyond belief.

He even dismantled and took away the generator in the supermarket storeroom.

In his estimation, the massive blackout was not far off.

For China to have held on this long in the apocalypse, its power generation capacity was already among the best in the world.

Once the power went out, this generator would come in handy.

"This haul is all mine!"

Meng De happily accepted it all, not even sparing the barrel of gasoline beside it.

In the apocalypse, these were all scarce resources! After putting away the generator, his Personal Space was nearly full.

"Mm, time to head back!"

"This haul was plentiful!"

Meng De was very satisfied with his handiwork.

"Quietly I leave, as quietly as I came; I wave my sleeve and take not a single cloud away."

In his excellent mood, he even recited a poem by the great poet Xu.

But just as he turned around and reached the supermarket entrance, he saw seven or eight people walking toward him.

They had come to move supplies, but upon reaching the supermarket entrance, they found that the supermarket, which had been fully stocked not long ago, had suddenly been emptied in such a short time.

At first, the group thought their eyes were playing tricks on them. But after another look, they saw that the entire supermarket was empty, and they immediately panicked.

"Fuck! Who told you to touch this place?"

"This is all Dao Ge's stuff! You got a death wish, touching Dao Ge's things?"

"Hand over the supplies!"

"Or I'll kill you!"

The group shouted and cursed as they blocked Meng De at the entrance with knives and clubs.

Although they did not understand how the supplies had vanished, there was no need to think about it. It had to be related to this guy.

Dao Ge? Meng De recalled that there was indeed someone nearby called Dao Ge, a gang boss who ran a casino and loan shark operation.

Blood would be spilled for unpaid loans—he was Dao Ge Wang Dalong!

Dao Ge was ruthless and vicious. Rumor had it that many people who borrowed money from him and could not repay their debts ended up being bled dry by his so-called charity work, while some business owners had been driven to jump from buildings.

As for women, they either got XXed by him and then XXed by his underlings, or they worked in XX businesses under him to repay their debts.

In short, whether male or female, no one met a good end.

Meng De had not expected that bastard to still be alive.

And judging by the situation, he was living quite comfortably even in the apocalypse.

Sure enough, good people did not live long, while scourges lasted a thousand years!

Now that he understood who these people were, Meng De did not want to waste any more time here.

Wouldn't it be better to go home early and sleep with a Goddess in his arms?

The Sisters were still waiting for him at home.

"You saw me putting away those things just now, right?"

The group was still cursing when Meng De suddenly said something baffling in a faint voice.

What? Before the seven or eight of them could react, they saw Meng De nod as if answering his own question.

"You must have seen it."

"According to the Anti-Magic Formula, spying on me means trying to steal a look at my strength, and trying to steal a look at my strength means you intend to harm me!"

"Looks like I can't let you live!"

With that, Meng De drew his Tang Sword and pointed a finger at them.

"Fuck! You still dare to make a move?"

"Brothers, get him! Hack him to death!"

The seven or eight people rushed forward together, looking fierce and imposing, but to Meng De, an ability user, they were nothing more than a pack of helpless rabble.

Dealing with ordinary people like them could not have been easier.

In no time, he had cut them down until they cried for their fathers and mothers, wishing their parents had given them a few more legs. In the end, he mercifully sent them off one by one. His combat power was simply terrifying! Meanwhile, at a window in Building One not far away, a man was also stunned by Meng De's terrifying strength.

"Holy shit, when did Meng De become this badass?"