Chapter 37: Ambush

An Nan’s brows furrowed.

These two siblings really are like lingering ghosts…

Bai Wenbin stood there, skin and bones, cheeks sunken, looking like a walking skeleton propped up in place.

Qian Ying’er had a bit more flesh than him, but she was also gaunt and haggard, her short hair plastered to her scalp, her whole figure shriveled and dry. At a glance, she almost looked like a man.

They were starting to look a bit like they did in her previous life.

But it had only been less than a month since she last drove them away. What gave them the courage to come back to her door again?

This time, An Nan didn’t plan to show any mercy. She directly opened the firing slot, raised her nail gun, and prepared to shoot.

The two people outside saw a firing slot suddenly appear on the door—just like Zhao Ping’an’s place. Remembering how they’d been shot at with arrows on the rooftop before, they quickly hid in the blind spots on either side of the door.

What’s going on? How come An Nan’s door has traps now too?

Bai Wenbin frowned.

He knew An Nan didn’t have a clue about this kind of thing—it had to be Zhao Ping’an who helped her set it up.

But why would Zhao Ping’an help her?

Suddenly, a thought struck Bai Wenbin: Could An Nan be together with Zhao Ping’an now?!

He thought back carefully. Before the disaster, he’d seen that kid from the top floor around the neighborhood—a pale, clean-cut guy, not bad looking.

But how could he compare to himself? In terms of education, looks, physique—he was definitely superior!

It must be about money then…

A wave of jealousy surged in Bai Wenbin’s heart.

That An Nan, such a gold-digger! Her family’s already so rich, yet she still sucks up to the wealthy!

She treated him so coldly, but the moment she met someone with money, she hooked up with him right away!

An Nan had no idea about his dirty thoughts. She just felt that the trap Zhao Ping’an designed had a flaw.

—The blind spots were too big. If someone hid right next to the door, she couldn’t hit them at all.

Looks like she really should learn from him and set up a sulfuric acid trap when she had the chance.

An Nan closed the firing slot, took out her triangular bayonet, and decided to go out and deal with them directly.

At that moment, Qian Ying’er, hiding outside the door, shouted:

“An Nan, don’t get the wrong idea! We’re not here to borrow food this time—we have something really important to tell you!”

Bai Wenbin quickly caught on and added, “That’s right, Nan Nan, open the door! We saw your dad!”

Dad?

An Nan pictured An Xingye’s gloomy face in her mind.

He was no father of hers anymore.

She thought of how he betrayed her mother, drove her grandmother to her death, stole the family business, kicked her out of the house, and then watched her starve to death without lifting a finger.

A surge of anger rose in An Nan’s heart.

In her previous life, she’d already died a miserable death, her flesh cut from her bones. Whatever debt she owed for being born was paid in full.

In this life, An Nan would never consider him her father again.

But how did these two run into An Xingye? Wasn’t he holed up in his villa halfway up the mountain, drinking himself into a stupor? How could he have come into the city?

They were probably making it up, trying to lure her out with news about her family.

An Nan grew more vigilant, gripping the bayonet tightly.

She quietly unlocked the door, then suddenly flung it open and lunged at Bai Wenbin, stabbing fiercely in his direction.

“Watch out!”

Qian Ying’er shouted from the other side, raising a can of some unknown spray and frantically spraying it at An Nan.

An Nan felt her bayonet sink into Bai Wenbin’s flesh, but in the next instant, her eyes were overwhelmed by a cloud of spray.

She instinctively squeezed her eyes shut. Unable to see, her grip loosened a little.

Bai Wenbin seized the chance to retreat, and An Nan’s bayonet slid out of his body.

But An Nan couldn’t worry about him now, because along with the spray came a strong chemical odor.

She accidentally inhaled some and immediately felt dizzy and lightheaded.

An alarm went off in her mind.

Was this… knockout gas?

Qian Ying’er kept pressing the spray, advancing on An Nan as she did.

An Nan grew anxious, held her breath, and swung her bayonet, trying to take out this hateful woman. But her strength was already fading.

Not good, she thought.

If she passed out, who knew what they’d do to her.

Holding her breath, An Nan quickly retreated back inside, slamming the stainless steel door to the stairwell shut.

Her vision swam as she looked around.

The outer door wasn’t safe—it could be pried open easily. Summoning her willpower, she forced her hands to close the inner armored door as well.

She collapsed to the floor, her consciousness growing fuzzier and fuzzier. With the last of her strength, she flipped the power switch, turning it to maximum. Then she blacked out.

Just before losing consciousness, she looked at the electrified door and had only one thought in her mind:

That Zhao Ping’an kid was right—he really was useful.

…

Outside, Qian Ying’er tossed the now-empty spray can aside and hurried over to help Bai Wenbin.

“Wenbin-ge, are you okay?”

Bai Wenbin clutched his bleeding shoulder, heart pounding.

Thank goodness his cousin sprayed the knockout gas in time. If An Nan had stabbed him in the heart—or even once more—he’d have died right here today.

He shook his head, feeling a bit dizzy.

That knockout gas was really strong. Even though he’d taken the antidote beforehand and held his breath, he still felt woozy.

He tore a strip from his shirt, tied it tightly around his wound to stop the bleeding, and replied:

“I’m fine. An Nan should be unconscious by now, right?”

Qian Ying’er pressed down on his wound with a grim face. “She’s definitely out, but it’s a pity she managed to run back inside.”

She glared viciously at the tightly closed stainless steel door. “With how strong that stuff is, there’s no way she made it all the way home! She’s probably just behind the stairwell door. We need to grab her while she’s still out.”

Bai Wenbin nodded. “Right, Wang-ge is waiting. We have to hurry. The knockout gas is all gone—if she wakes up, we’re in trouble!”

He hadn’t wanted to mess with An Nan again—he’d already seen her ruthlessly slaughter people more than once.

He didn’t think he had what it took to beat An Nan.

Nor did he think she’d show any mercy to him or his sister.

Ever since he moved here and she blocked him on WeChat, An Nan had become a different person—cold and distant.

Not only had her attitude toward the two of them changed, she’d even started killing people without a second thought.

She cut people down like vegetables, face blank.

After she’d chased off an entire building’s worth of people with a chainsaw last time, he’d sworn never to provoke her again.

For the sake of survival, he’d taken Qian Ying’er to see Wang-ge in Building 12, and at least managed to get some food there.

But less than a month later, Wang-ge got tired of them, saying that hugging Qian Ying’er was like hugging a skeleton, and told her not to come back.

Without Wang-ge’s food, they couldn’t survive.

So the two of them started searching everywhere for pretty girls to bring to the men in Building 12 in exchange for food.

Bai Wenbin, a PhD student, had been reduced to pimping.

But Wang-ge was picky—he didn’t like skin-and-bones, he wanted a normal beauty.

After two months of disaster, where could they find a healthy-looking beauty?

In their desperation, they suddenly thought of An Nan.

Fortune favors the bold!

If they could capture An Nan, not only could they trade her to Wang-ge for food, but they could also get their hands on her family’s supplies…"