Apocalypse: After Being Reborn, I Stocked Up on All Supplies

Chapter 118: Chapter 118 Please Spare My Family!

Wang Jin wasn’t sure if Zhou Wei could see in the dark but twisted his head to make an OK hand gesture towards him anyway, and then tiptoed to the fire exit on the 32nd floor.

However, he quickly realized something was off:

The footsteps coming from below were too heavy and chaotic, clearly indicating that a large number of people were approaching, and they were almost all men.

Wang Jin furrowed his brows, according to the original plan, the crowd his sister Wang Jiamei had gone downstairs to call for shouldn’t have been this numerous.

Although he was thinking this, he still cautiously poked his head out a bit further and saw a beam of flashlight shining in the stairwell.

Not two seconds later, a man who was dark-skinned and fat, of medium build, with a somber and menacing face appeared at the corner of the stairs.

Behind him, led by a fierce-looking man holding a flashlight and machete, with a scar on his face, a group of men followed with aggressiveness.

Among those men were young lads in black work clothes, as well as middle-aged men in casual attire.

What surprised him even more was that his sister Wang Jiamei was at the end of the line, her mouth corners stained with fresh blood, and her face filled with despair.

“Biao… Brother Biao…”

A trace of fear flashed across Wang Jin’s eyes, and the slight excitement and joy that was left in his heart instantly vanished, but he still suppressed his inner rage and said with a flattering expression,

“Brother Biao, what brings you here with such gusty winds!”

His last sentence was considerably louder.

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Ma Longbiao gave him a meaningful glance, squinted his eyes, but said nothing.

On the other hand, the muscle at the corner of Scarred Man’s lips twitched, and he let out a cold laugh that did not bode well.

Zhou Wei, just about to open the last Jing-ball, stopped his fingers, hastily withdrew the wire in his hand back into his pocket, and then quickly walked towards his own apartment’s entrance.

Before he had even made it halfway, Ma Longbiao and his men had reached the fire exit.

No one spoke, as if waiting for his command.

“Brother Biao.” Zhou Wei bent down and called out in a low voice, while his sidelong glance fell on the group of people behind him.

Unfortunately, the lighting was very dim, and Wang Jiamei trailed at the end of the line.

At that moment, only one door of the fire exit was opened, and he couldn’t see anything.

Ma Longbiao paused in front of the fire exit, his malevolent gaze cautiously swept over 3201, then 3204, before he spoke in a lowered voice, “Let’s talk inside!”

“Okay.”

Zhou Wei glanced at Wang Jin who was making painful faces and frantically winking and gesturing for secrecy, hesitated for a second, but eventually led everybody towards his own apartment door.

The group of people filed into the room, crowding the originally spacious living and dining areas.

The door “bang” was gently closed by the last person entering and then “click” was locked.

The young man who closed the door didn’t follow into the room but trained himself to stand behind the door, eyes fixed intently on the peephole.

Ma Longbiao took a sweeping glance around the room, his gaze following the light from Scarred Man’s flashlight to the corner near the spare bedroom where a frail Wen Wanli trembled like a sieve in terror, as if seeing a demon.

She was slightly hunched over, extended her scar-laden hands, and tightly shielded the small Zhou Haoyue in her embrace.

Zhou Haoyue’s head was buried in her bosom.

Her small body also trembled slightly as she heard the chaotic footsteps from behind, although she couldn’t see the scene in front of her.

Zhou Wei finally saw his wife Wang Jiamei, shivering in the crowd with injuries at the corner of her mouth, and felt a surge of furious blood rush to his head.

He took a deep breath, clenched his molars to hold back his impulse, picked up a relatively taller stool from the side, and placed it behind Ma Longbiao,

“Brother Biao… please have a seat.”

Ma Longbiao gave him a cold look and sat down with a thud.

A young man in black work clothes had already taken out a pack of cigarettes, shook it, and then respectfully offered it to him.

Ma Longbiao casually pulled one out, and the young man immediately took out a lighter and lit the cigarette for him.

He brought the cigarette to his lips and slowly inhaled, his cold gaze fixed unyieldingly on Zhou Wei who was hanging his head slightly to the side.

Standing next to Ma Longbiao, Scarred Man followed his gaze, shining his flashlight on Zhou Wei’s face and pulling his lips into a mirthless smile.

The others silently stood still, not making a sound.

The room became as silent as a struggle session, suddenly plunging into quietude, leaving only the “swoosh swoosh swoosh” of the pouring rain coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows outside.

“Auntie, have they, have they gone yet?” Zhou Haoyue, hiding in Wen Wanli’s embrace, asked in a whimpering cry, sniffling her nose.

She wanted to turn her head back to look, but Wen Wanli pulled her in tight.

Upon hearing her voice, Ma Longbiao who was pondering while smoking showed a flicker of displeasure.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, then his jaw jutted forward as he made an inquiring “Hm?”

The few men in black work clothes around him instantly understood and pulled out several stained rags from their pockets.

At the same time, several other workers in black quickly moved forward in pairs, seizing control of Wang Jin, Wang Jiamei, Wen Wanli, and Zhou Haoyue.

Before they could shout out, the rags in the men’s hands were forcefully stuffed into their mouths.

“Don’t!”

“Mmmph!”

“Help!”

“Mmm!”

“…”

The group of middle-aged men in plain clothes standing next to Scarred Man contracted their pupils in panic at the sight.

Wang Jiamei, seeing her daughter also stuffed with a filthy rag, struggled and sobbed trying to resist, but the person next to her simply “slap!” slapped her across the face.

The slap was so harsh, and exactly at the area around her eyes and temple, that Wang Jiamei’s gaze instantly blurred.

Seeing this scene unfold, the veins on Zhou Wei’s forehead bulged out at once.

Yet he, about to grind his molars to dust with tension, did not choose to fight back. Instead, his burly body “thud!” dropped to his knees in front of Ma Longbiao.

“Brother Biao, I was wrong! It was all my idea, please spare my family!!”

“Mmm mmm mmm!” The few people with rags stuffed in their mouths also had tears streaming down their faces as they frantically thrashed about.

They didn’t beg for mercy, but their eyes were filled with defiance and desperation.

“Brother Biao, they’ve arrived.” The young man who had been guarding the peephole quickly walked over and reported in a low voice.

Ma Longbiao didn’t even lift his eyelids, “Let them in.”

The door “creaked” open and then “click” gently closed.

A young man in black attire entered with a middle-aged couple whose eyes were hollow.

There were traces of blood at the corners of their mouths.

They hadn’t been gagged with cloth, but neither of them had said a word.

Their walk was staggered.

“Brother Biao, as per your instructions, we kept those two, the rest have been dealt with.” The young man came closer and reported quietly.

Zhou Wei’s pupils contracted upon hearing this, and he shuddered all over.

Ma Longbiao did not speak but said to Zhou Wei, “Extend your hands.”

The kneeling Zhou Wei didn’t understand, but held out his hands palm up in front of him.