Chapter 31: The Abacus Comes Up Empty

Hiding at the back and watching the chaos for a long time, Sun Peng pinched his voice and shouted:

“Don’t be afraid of her! No matter how powerful that chainsaw is, can she cut through all of us at once?”

As he spoke, he shoved forward with all his strength.

Everyone was already packed together, shoulder to shoulder. With his push, many people lost their balance and stumbled forward.

At that moment, a man standing in the second row, inspired by Sun Peng, suddenly hardened his expression and shoved the person in front of him toward An Nan and her chainsaw.

“Ahhhhh—!”

A blood-curdling scream rang out.

The man, emboldened, pushed another person forward.

Then, taking advantage of the two people blocking the chainsaw, he raised his axe and swung it hard at An Nan.

An Nan raised an eyebrow. Damn, this guy’s ruthless!

But she was ready. With her other hand, she quickly drew the nail gun tucked into her waistband and fired a shot straight into his wrist.

“Ah!!”

The man’s eyes bulged with pain, his grip loosened, and the axe clattered to the ground.

An Nan didn’t hesitate—she raised her hand and fired two more shots, both hitting vital spots in his head.

The man fell to the floor, eyes wide open, unwilling to accept his fate.

By now, five people had already fallen on the landing of the 14th floor, four of them in pieces.

No one behind dared to charge forward anymore. The people at the very front even turned around and desperately pushed their way back, trying to escape.

An Nan didn’t care about any of that. She raised her nail gun and began firing indiscriminately:

“Tsk, where there are more people, there’s always more trouble! I’ll do you all a favor today and help thin out your numbers.”

Did they think that just because she had a chainsaw, she couldn’t fight off a crowd? Sorry, she had a nail gun too—a weapon perfect for dealing with groups.

With a burst of gunfire, the crowd descended into chaos.

The ones at the front were killed instantly, and even those hiding at the back—Sun Peng, Qian Ying’er, and the rest—were wounded.

The combination of physical and psychological trauma completely broke their fighting spirit, and they fled home in a panic.

An Nan looked at the now-empty corridor and sneered coldly.

A bunch of bullies, yet so weak when it came down to it!

She kicked the corpses down the stairs without a second thought, not bothering to chase after the survivors.

She had no patience to go door to door hunting them down. If they were desperate enough to starve themselves, that was their problem—she, An Nan, lacked for nothing.

If they had the guts, they could try hiding from her for the rest of their lives. But if anyone dared to show off in front of her again, she’d send them straight to hell.

Bai Wenbin, Qian Ying’er, Sun Peng…

Let these petty clowns enjoy the agony of the apocalypse to their heart’s content!

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Sun Peng’s apartment was right below An Nan’s, so he was the first to make it home.

Wang Xiaoyu, who was lounging on the sofa, saw his arm bleeding and rushed over in shock:

“What happened? How did you get hurt? Where’s the supplies?”

As his lover, she never bothered to help earn a living. All she had to do was wait at home for Sun Peng, her long-term meal ticket, to bring back supplies so she could enjoy them.

She hadn’t joined in on today’s operation, as usual.

“How could this happen? So many people ganging up on one woman, and you still got hurt? Didn’t I tell you to stay at the back?”

Sun Peng scowled, holding up his arm. “Hurry up and get something to pull the nail out!”

Wang Xiaoyu hesitated at the sight of the bloody wound, but gritted her teeth and used pliers to pull the nail out, then poured alcohol over it to disinfect.

Sun Peng was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face.

They used up nearly all the medicine left at home, and after a long while, he finally managed to grit his teeth and recount what had happened.

Wang Xiaoyu listened in disbelief.

There was actually such a fierce woman?!

She rolled her eyes, then clung to his shirt, whining, “What are we going to do now? There’s nothing left to eat at home!”

Sun Peng impatiently shook her off, saying nothing, his face dark.

Yesterday, they’d lost three people on the rooftop. Today, An Nan had taken out another eight on the 14th floor.

Now, there were less than ten people left in the whole building who would still follow him, and all of them were injured. Not only had they gained nothing, but with this group of wounded, even going out to scavenge for supplies was a problem.

No, he had to find another way.

He rubbed his temples and let out a long sigh.

At the same time, the other residents were all shrouded in gloom, especially the siblings in 801.

“Ahhhh! Why is An Nan so hard to kill?!”

Qian Ying’er, having locked her door, let her fear fade away, replaced by deep resentment.

Why?!

It was bad enough that An Nan had a privileged background and good looks before, but now, when everyone else was starving, she was still living so comfortably!

So many people, and not one could hurt her!

Why, why, why?!

Qian Ying’er felt a wave of anger building in her chest, impossible to release.

“I’ll kill her! I swear I’ll kill her!”

Bai Wenbin glanced at Qian Ying’er, whose hair was a mess and whose eyes were growing wild, and frowned:

“This isn’t the time for that! We need to figure out how to get food first.”

Qian Ying’er asked, “So what do you suggest?”

Bai Wenbin lowered his eyes. “Cousin, you have to survive first if you want anything else in the future…”

15th floor.

Zhao Ping’an and his mother, Hu Cuilan, looked at each other.

After being attacked by their neighbors yesterday, they’d become extra cautious. When the crowd stormed upstairs this morning, they were jolted awake.

They thought they were being targeted again, but when they opened the door, everyone was gathered downstairs on the 14th floor.

The sight of An Nan mowing people down had truly shocked the mother and son.

The once-feisty Hu Cuilan was awed. “Goodness, that little girl is fierce!”

Zhao Ping’an’s eyes sparkled. “She’s amazing!”

Hu Cuilan looked at her son. “Aren’t you scared? There are body parts flying everywhere down there.”

“What’s there to be scared of?” Zhao Ping’an’s face was full of admiration. “Don’t forget, my idol is Bai Qi the God of War. From today on, I’m a fan of this big sister too!”

She’d fought nearly twenty people alone and didn’t even get a scratch!

“Mom, only the strong can survive in this world now.”

Hu Cuilan sighed. “Ah, the world really has gone mad!”

14th floor.

Back home, An Nan cleaned her weapons and changed out of her bloodstained clothes.

She scrubbed herself twice in the shower, but still felt the smell of blood clinging to her.

Now that her period was over, Fugui, lively as ever, ran over to her side.

Invincible Sister Nan always wins!

An Nan couldn’t help but laugh at the dog’s fawning antics.

“Sucking up won’t get you anywhere. I’m tired today, so don’t expect any special treats.”

She poured him a bowl of dog food. “Just make do with this, kid.”

After all the feasting lately, Fugui had gotten picky and sniffed at the food for a long time without eating.

An Nan had no choice but to add a beef bone, and only then did the greedy dog start eating.

As for herself, she took out a homemade meal from her storage: spicy shredded pork, braised eggplant, stir-fried cabbage, and a small bowl of rice.

The steaming food made her mouth water.

In a great mood, she picked up her chopsticks, just about to dig in—when a knock sounded at the door."