Chapter 30: The Chainsaw Maniac

Looking at the crowd, all fired up and full of fighting spirit, a glint flashed in Sun Peng’s eyes—he was very satisfied.

Last night, he’d deliberately come up with this plan to split the loot, all to get these idiots to charge ahead first.

He had no intention of leading the way himself.

That woman in 1402 was ruthless—anyone rushing in first would definitely suffer.

But no matter how tough she was, two fists couldn’t beat a dozen hands. Once she and those fools wore each other down, he could just waltz in and claim the food without lifting a finger.

He glanced at his excited neighbors, sneering inwardly: Hopefully that crazy woman would take out a few more of the people wanting a share.

Double the supplies? Only if they lived long enough to get them.

Once the men were dead or wounded, all the supplies would be his. As for the old, weak, women, and children left behind—how could they possibly compete with him?

Qian Ying’er stood in the crowd and caught a subtle, almost imperceptible smile on Sun Peng’s face. Cautiously, she tugged at Bai Wenbin and whispered,

“Wenbin, that uncle is up to no good.”

The siblings had already witnessed An Nan’s ferocity—Bai Wenbin’s arm still hadn’t fully recovered from the knife wound.

He whispered back, “Let’s just hang back and wait for the loot to be divided.”

Qian Ying’er nodded. “Even scraps are still meat. Worst case, after the food’s split, we can sneak into the wounded ones’ homes and steal theirs.”

The siblings quickly reached an agreement and deliberately lagged behind the group.

Soon, the crowd marched out of 1302, swaggering and full of confidence as they charged up to the 14th floor. It was as if a feast awaited them just minutes away.

Meanwhile, An Nan, who’d gotten up early, had already finished a sumptuous breakfast.

Pan-fried ham, lamb shumai, fresh shrimp congee, and a serving of egg-and-milk baked toast.

A perfect blend of Chinese and Western cuisine—nutritious and healthy. After all, how could she defend her door on an empty stomach?

After eating, she changed into comfortable workout clothes, warmed up, and waited for her clueless neighbors to come knocking.

The group stormed up to the 14th floor and deftly pried open the stainless steel door to the stairwell, only to find another explosion-proof armored door inside.

“What kind of door is this? Looks pretty high-end.”

“Who cares if it’s high-end—pry it open!”

Yesterday on the 15th floor, these people had still been pretending to borrow food, making polite small talk. But after another day of hunger, they’d dropped all pretenses and were now ready to force their way in.

They worked at it for a while, only to find the lock wouldn’t budge.

Not everyone had Liu Lao’er’s lock-picking skills, after all.

Frustrated, someone shouted, “Forget picking—just smash it!”

Hammers and axes came out, banging and clanging against the door.

After a while, their hands were numb from the vibrations, but the door only had a few scratches to show for it.

“No good, it’s an explosion-proof door. We’re not getting through.”

They’d been at it forever and still hadn’t even seen the person inside.

At the back, Qian Ying’er quietly suggested, “If the door won’t break, what about the wall?”

The guys in front perked up. “Smart thinking, little sis!”

They’d been stuck in a rut, only thinking about the door and forgetting the walls could be breached too.

No matter how sturdy the door, surely the walls weren’t made of iron?

Instantly reinvigorated, the crowd raised their hammers, ready to smash the wall.

Just then, the door—after being battered for so long—suddenly swung open from the inside.

Long, straight legs, a trim, perfect waist—the silhouette of a young woman finally appeared.

And with her came a deafening roar.

“Vrrr—vrrr—”

Before anyone could react, a mist of blood filled their vision.

An Nan strolled out from behind the door, wielding a massive chainsaw.

The two men at the very front were instantly torn apart, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

“Ahhh!”

The crowd, faces splattered with blood, screamed in terror and surged backward in panic.

There she was—the beautiful yet vicious girl from 1402, holding a roaring chainsaw, her pale face flecked with blood.

She looked like a goddess of slaughter descended to earth.

Of the two men she’d hit, one had lost his head, the other half his shoulder—both collapsed, unconscious.

“Chainsaw maniac! She’s a chainsaw maniac!!”

Someone shouted from the crowd.

The hallway was awash in red—walls, floor, faces, everywhere was smeared with blood, even bits of flesh mixed in.

The scene was so horrific, everyone was shaking in fear.

A woman in her fifties was so scared she wet herself, her daughter supporting her, voice trembling as she demanded, “How… how can you just kill people?”

Others chimed in, “Yeah, how could you just open the door and start killing without a word?”

An Nan snorted with laughter. “You came up here smashing my door—did you say hello to me?”

A man in a tank top cautiously poked his head out from the back. “Young lady, we just wanted to borrow some food, no need to get so worked up.”

“Borrow?” An Nan sneered. “Didn’t look like borrowing when you were smashing my door.”

Seeing she was willing to talk, the old man quickly tried to smooth things over. “Those young folks got carried away. Let me apologize for them. We’re just starving, really—just hoping to borrow a little something to eat.”

An Nan remained unmoved. “And why should I lend you anything?”

The old man forced a smile. “We’re all neighbors, aren’t we? Shouldn’t we help each other out in tough times?”

“Sorry, I’m not that charitable. You can all leave now.”

Sure, she had plenty of supplies in her space, but why should she share? She could help them once, but was she supposed to feed them forever?

Give them a grain, they’ll want a bushel. These people were hungry wolves—she’d have to be crazy to hand over her supplies.

Just then, Qian Ying’er, who’d been silent at the back, suddenly spoke up. “Nannan, how can you be so heartless? I really misjudged you!”

An Nan shot her a cold glance. “Don’t try to guilt-trip me. I have no morals to bind me.”

Then she curled her lips. “Want to borrow food? Why are you standing so far away? Come closer and let’s talk.”

Qian Ying’er didn’t dare.

She could see it clearly—this woman had no intention of sharing. If she got close, she’d end up like the two on the floor.

She shrank behind her cousin, tugging at his sleeve.

Bai Wenbin immediately called out, “Don’t trust her! She just wants to lure us over and kill us one by one!”

After this back-and-forth, An Nan’s patience had run out.

“Enough nonsense. I don’t have any food. Either leave now, or leave your lives behind.”

The crowd looked at each other—no one moved.

Leave and starve? But no one dared approach An Nan either. The standoff dragged on.

An Nan glanced down at the slightly loose chainsaw in her hands, frowning and muttering,

“This electric chainsaw really isn’t as powerful as a gas one.”

With that, she set the chainsaw aside and pulled out a gas-powered one.

She’d wanted to save fuel, but the electric chainsaw had jammed too much. Luckily, after days of butchering chickens, ducks, cows, and sheep, she was skilled at judging where bone and muscle lay—otherwise, the chain would have gotten stuck for sure.

She hefted the gas chainsaw. “Let’s see how this one does.”

With a pull of the cord, the engine roared to life, deafening.

Expressionless, An Nan asked, “Who’s first?”

The crowd all stepped back in unison—talking tough was one thing, but when it came to a real fight, no one wanted to be in the front."