Isn’t This a Coincidence? (Asking for Recommendation Tickets! Monthly Tickets!)

The third floor of Wanyu Group.

Balding Director Wang looked at the last French pastry and the half-bottle of mineral water on the table.

He touched his dry lips, poured out some water from a bottle cap, and drank it down in one gulp.

"Everyone, our food will be gone today. We can't wait for government rescue. The only ones who can save us are ourselves!"

Director Wang's voice was hoarse, but carried great weight.

"The entire company is at a critical juncture!"

The 24 people below gathered together, the atmosphere heavy.

This day had finally arrived.

"Um, can I interject? The person who can save us is also that mysterious person who could spew fire that day! He took Shang Qian and Shen Jin with him," Zhao Mingkai raised his hand to speak.

Director Wang's momentum faltered.

"Throw Zhao Mingkai out first, then we'll talk."

"Hey! Hey! Hey!! Don't touch me, I'll walk myself!"

Balding Director Wang continued his previous words: "Everyone, we are now facing a choice that concerns everyone's fate!"

"Are we going to live standing up, or lie here and wait to rot? I believe everyone can make the right choice. It's time to fight for yourselves!"

"I hope everyone will pick up their weapons and follow me to kill our way down! Kill our way to the first floor to get food!"

Everyone's expressions changed. Some were sorrowful, some resolute, some fearful, some excited.

It had come to this point.

A 40-year-old man suddenly burst into tears: "I don't want to! I'm not going downstairs. It's full of man-eating monsters down there! They'll eat us all!"

"Old Liu, don't panic!" Although Balding Director Wang was known as a vampire, he had held his position in the company for many years and still had considerable presence.

Furthermore, after the apocalypse, he had restrained his temper and proposed many constructive strategies. After Shang Qian left, he naturally took over as the leader of this small gathering place.

As Old Liu cried, he suddenly became hysterical: "F*** you, Old Wang! You just hide behind and talk nonsense. Back in the company, you were the one who came up with bad ideas and withheld our salaries! Now you're making us go to our deaths. Are you waiting for all of us to die so you can take Liu Jie, that little b****, and hoard all the food for yourselves?"

"Huh!? Say something!!"

The others remained silent. Old Liu had completely broken down.

Before the apocalypse, Old Liu had always been like a workhorse in the company. His work ability was average, and he never had good relationships. His wife, tired of him being a low-level employee after so many years, had a huge argument with him and divorced him.

Since then, Old Liu had been mentally unstable, and now he had completely lost it.

"Don't mind Old Liu. Let him stay in his dorm. If he continues like this, he'll be eaten by zombies and then bite us,"

Qi Tong had long seen through people like Old Liu. He was usually very quiet, but when anything went wrong, he'd get stuck in a rut, complaining about everything and everyone. When given responsibility, his true colors would show immediately.

In the end, he was just a hopeless case.

Seeing that no one was listening to him, Old Liu yelled, "F*** you all! You all look down on me!"

He ran to the stairwell and blocked the way down with his body: "I'm here today, and no one is getting down!"

Almost everyone showed expressions of disgust. When this kind of person went crazy, they became completely unreasonable.

"Let's not worry about Old Liu for now. We'll tie him up in a dorm later. If he doesn't want to go down, he can starve to death here," Liu Jie said fiercely.

Balding Director Wang pressed his hands down slightly.

"Now, does anyone else want to stay up here?"

The others shook their heads.

"Alright! Everyone go eat your last provisions, wrap yourselves in the thickest clothes, and grab the hardest weapons. In half an hour, we'll kill zombies and seize food together!"

After speaking, Old Wang stuffed the French pastry on the table into his mouth and swallowed it with the last 50ml of mineral water.

"F*** the zombies!"

"I'm gonna go down and drink my fill!"

"I want to eat mooncakes! Eat roast chicken!"

The others motivated themselves with their words, also boosting the morale of this small collective.

Half an hour later, everyone was fully armed, wrapped in layer upon layer of clothes and bedsheets, a precaution against zombie bites.

Beneath Wanyu Group.

"Brother Jin, I have one more request. Can you give me some face out there and let me gain some prestige?"

Yang Ao shamelessly pleaded with Shen Jin.

Heh! Perfect. It's best if you deal with them the whole time, and pretend I don't exist.

If Shen Jin showed himself, what if these old colleagues became dependent on him in seven days?

He had no intention of managing these people. Getting to know them one by one was too troublesome.

Besides, his remaining colleagues weren't his friends. He couldn't stand to have them around, eating and drinking for free.

Wouldn't that make him a do-gooder?

How much food is enough to eat?

My current assets are still waiting to be passed down to future generations!

"Mhm, okay! Who says we aren't partners?"

Partners?

Yang Ao's heart trembled, as if struck.

He had finally gained Shen Jin's approval.

A super powerhouse who controlled Earth-based Abilities actually considered him a partner!

As for acting tough outside, he was just saying it to liven up the mood.

He didn't expect Shen Jin to actually agree, willing to save face for him in front of others.

At this moment, he felt that choosing to follow Shen Jin was the most correct decision he had made since the apocalypse.

He wasn't afraid of hardship or fatigue!

What he feared was being treated as a tool forever.

While Shen Jin was secretly pleased with his own cleverness, Yang Ao had already decided to be his most steadfast partner.

"This time, you take the lead, and I'll provide secondary offense and remote support."

"Understood!"

Yang Ao felt that Shen Jin was constantly training him, willing to be the supporting role to give him a better chance of survival in the apocalypse.

Indeed, was this the magnanimity and demeanor of a strong person?

Shen Jin and Yang Ao put on their full iron armor and helmets.

They dug a hole and scouted the area.

"Let's go!"

Yang Ao climbed up first, holding his iron sword, on guard!

Wanyu Group had its doors shut before the apocalypse, so the interior was basically still filled with zombies. The commotion Sun Can caused last time had attracted them to the second floor.

Now, there were only scattered zombies on the first floor, five of them.

"Roar!"

Yang Ao's armor made a clanking sound, instantly drawing the aggro of the five zombies.

The zombies, covered in green moss and evolving towards green fur, lunged forward, their pus dripping everywhere.

If Shen Jin looked up and swallowed some...

He'd turn into a zombie on the spot!

"Cough... this is also why wearing a helmet is essential when going out."

Yang Ao wasn't flustered by the five zombies. He could tell they were all ordinary zombies, their movements comparable to the running speed of a normal person.

After getting used to fighting zombies, he could kill them one by one.

He took a step back, his long sword slashing diagonally, directly embedding itself into the nearest zombie's head.

He twisted the iron sword, pulled it out, all in one smooth motion.

The zombie's head gushed with filth, and it fell to the ground!

Shen Jin's physical condition at this moment didn't require him to climb up slowly; he leaped out directly.

He landed with his sword in both hands, then swung his iron sword forcefully, "Hah!"

A downward chop pierced directly through the zombie's neck, The zombie's head was cleanly severed!

The previous second, its body was still in a posture of reaching out with both hands, The next second, it crashed to the ground.

"Pathetic."

Yang Ao whistled and, in a flash, dealt with the remaining three zombies.

"Roar!"

Zombies from the second floor were coming down!

Without knowing if there were evolved zombies, Shen Jin played it safe, conjuring eight stone blocks on the spot to set up a temporary defensive position.

He sealed off the opening to the second-floor stairs, leaving only a narrow space just large enough for one person to pass through.

Yang Ao stood ready with his sword.

"Pfft!"

One zombie fell.

"Puchi!"

Two zombies fell.

Yang Ao and Shen Jin guarded the exit, killing over 50 zombies!

In the end, the second-floor exit was blocked by corpses, and the zombies couldn't get down. Shen Jin spoke up again, and they killed the remaining ones.

Their helmets were covered in various filth, effectively preventing blood containing the zombie virus from entering their noses and eyes.

"We'll burn these when we leave later."

It had become a habit for the two of them to reduce zombies to ashes, ensuring no zombie could ever recover and revive from the virus.

"Let's go, we're going up to receive our residents!"

Yang Ao, who had been a bit tired, was instantly energized by this.

"Woohoo! Let's go!"

On the third floor, everyone pushed aside the debris blocking the stairs. Director Li shouted:

"Go, let's go down!"

"Boom!"

Numerous pieces of debris were pulled away and collapsed.

A group of people who had mustered the courage to fight the zombies saw two Iron Men standing in the empty hall on the second floor.

Yang Ao: "Heh heh, isn't this a coincidence?"