Chapter 121: News of the Submachine Gun

Zhao Ping’an and Chu Peipei saw that she didn’t want to say more, so they didn’t press her further. Instead, they just looked at her with concern and reminded her:

“It’s scorching hot outside, and danger lurks everywhere. If you go out, you must be extra careful!”

An Nan replied, “You too. I’ll slip out quietly when no one’s paying attention. You just pretend I’ve been home the whole time.”

If the neighbors found out she’d gone out and hadn’t come back, who knows what kind of ideas they might get.

Zhao Ping’an nodded. “Don’t worry, the neighbors won’t suspect a thing. We have so many supplies on hand, it’s perfectly normal not to go out for months.”

Chu Peipei added, “That’s right. We’ve got guns, too—this house is easy to defend. But you, out there alone, you really need to watch your back!”

An Nan: “Mm.”

They chatted for a bit longer before heading back to their own homes.

Chu Peipei hurried back to deal with Sun Peng, Zhao Ping’an took the rifle and rushed home to help his mom with chores.

An Nan, meanwhile, moved the supplies back to her house bit by bit, then stored them in her space.

Thank goodness for her space—if she had to keep all this stuff in her house, she wouldn’t even have room to sleep.

Once everything was put away, An Nan took a shower, then sat on the sofa to rest, hugging Fugui.

Nearby, Laifu paced around her, a look on its chicken face that seemed… almost ingratiating?

An Nan looked at it in surprise and called it over.

“Laifu, come here.”

The little rooster immediately ran over to her feet, tail wagging like a puppy.

An Nan picked it up, watching its beady eyes darting around.

Could it be that after seeing her kill someone downstairs, it’s started to feel some awe toward her?

Do chickens even understand that sort of thing?

They’re not exactly known for their intelligence.

An Nan decided to test it. “Laifu, go to the entryway and bring me my shoes!”

She set it down on the floor.

As soon as it landed, Laifu dashed to the entryway, picked out a pair of shoes, grabbed the laces in its beak, and struggled to drag them over.

An Nan was a little shocked.

This chicken was acting just like a dog! Could it really understand human speech now??

She patted its head and gave another command: “Alright, take them back.”

Laifu immediately dragged the shoes back to the entryway.

Watching its wobbly little figure, An Nan couldn’t help but sigh, “This spring water really works! Laifu’s grown so fast, and now it’s basically a dog!”

Fugui let out a disgruntled snort beside her.

An Nan glanced thoughtfully at her dog.

No wonder Fugui used to only vaguely understand her, but now can almost fully comprehend everything she says. Must be the spring water’s doing, too.

From observing Fugui and Laifu, it seemed the spring water could not only make animals grow bigger, but also boost their intelligence.

This space really was a treasure—there wasn’t a single useless thing in it.

Even the medicinal herbs she grew inside were thriving better than those outside!

Thinking of this, she glanced at the batch of isatis root she’d replanted.

This time, she hadn’t used much fertilizer, but the herbs were growing beautifully. If all went well, she’d be able to harvest them right before the plague hit.

Looking at her herbs, her dog, and her chicken, An Nan felt a deep sense of accomplishment.

Thanks to her space, she—who used to kill even a cactus—had managed to keep so many little creatures alive!

Humming in a good mood, she hugged Fugui and went to bed.

She’d only just fallen asleep when the racket from those thugs collecting “protection food” woke her up, and then she’d had to go out and fight. Now she was exhausted.

She needed to catch up on sleep so she could set out after dark.

—

Halfway up the mountain, in the villa.

Long Cong’an hurried into Gu Zhiyu’s house.

His first instinct was to check the gym, but the boss wasn’t there. He tried the lounge, the study, the bedroom—no sign of him anywhere.

As he searched, Long Cong’an thought: Having a big house really is great. If a bad guy broke in and wanted to hurt him, they’d have a hard time even finding him.

After searching everywhere, Long Cong’an suddenly had a flash of inspiration and headed to the home theater.

“I accuse Noble Consort Xi of illicit affairs, corrupting the harem—her crimes are unpardonable!”

Long Cong’an: …

His boss’s tastes were still as unique as ever in the world of domineering CEOs…

How long had it been, and he still hadn’t finished this palace drama?

Was this his second or third rewatch?

Long Cong’an pinched the corner of his twitching mouth, then pushed open the door and went in.

“Boss Gu, I’m here. There’s something—”

Gu Zhiyu was lounging on the sofa in a thin robe, eyes glued to the big screen, brows slightly furrowed, long fingers pressed to his lips:

“Shh! Wait a moment.”

The plot was at its most critical point.

Long Cong’an had no choice but to turn his gaze to the screen, too. After watching for a while, he found himself getting drawn into the tense drama.

Just as things were getting exciting, Gu Zhiyu suddenly hit pause.

“Alright, speak. What is it?”

Long Cong’an: …

You wouldn’t let me talk before, and now all I want is to see what happens to Noble Consort Xi!

Of course, he didn’t say that out loud. He just dutifully reported:

“There’s news about the submachine gun.”

Gu Zhiyu’s expression grew serious. “Go on.”

“Someone from the development zone just came to report—there were submachine gun shots heard at Maple Forest Estate. But…”

Gu Zhiyu sat up a little straighter.

Maple Forest Estate?

Wasn’t that where that ruthless little demon, An Nan, lived?

He asked intently, “But what?”

“But it wasn’t just a submachine gun—there was also an assault rifle.”

Long Cong’an then launched into a vivid retelling of what had happened over there.

Of course, after being passed through several mouths, the story had already strayed somewhat from the truth…

Gu Zhiyu: “So you’re saying those two women, in order to protect the peace of several nearby neighborhoods, bravely took action and wiped out the criminal gang?”

The world was in chaos, and yet there were still such heroic women?

Long Cong’an nodded. “That’s what the people from Qian’ao and Yundi neighborhoods are saying. But the residents of Maple Forest Estate have a slightly different story.”

Long Cong’an sighed inwardly: Ever since the apocalypse began, there were fewer and fewer capable people under him. Now, even getting information was a mess—there were several versions of every story!

He continued, “They say it was the three-person gang that had been terrorizing the neighborhood. They got into a dispute with the thugs collecting ‘protection food,’ which led to a bloody fight.”

Three-person gang?

Gu Zhiyu couldn’t help but picture that little demon An Nan, who killed people as easily as chopping vegetables.

Her and her two friends—that made three.

For some reason, whenever Maple Forest Estate was mentioned, An Nan’s face always popped into his mind.

Last time she’d been in his car, she must have been mortified…

Long Cong’an, oblivious to his boss’s wandering thoughts, went on:

“In any case, whatever the truth is, what’s certain is that two women, armed with a submachine gun and an assault rifle, killed nearly two hundred thugs. That much is beyond doubt.”"