Apocalyptic Disaster: I Hoard Billions in Supplies and Kill the Saint

113: Chapter 113 Too Much Happiness is a SinZhao Wei, biting his bun, stared in a daze: ”...Sis, who is that? It’s the Apocalypse now, can someone still get this level of treatment?”

Shen Qingyan didn’t turn around, simply stating, ”Liu Chuyue.”

The wife of Xu Qianfeng, a member of the Outer Guard Team’s Eighth Squad.

Xu Qianfeng was an unknown person, silently patrolling. His mission attendance rate was always 100%, with no merits, but also no mistakes.

One week before the Apocalypse—he and Liu Chuyue registered their marriage at the last minute.

There was only one reason:

Liu Chuyue was an external refugee, and her identity verification failed, so she shouldn’t have been allowed to stay in the base.

But Xu Qianfeng gritted his teeth and completed all the procedures, even giving up a promotion opportunity to be transferred to the inner district, all for the sake of—

Granting her a ”legal” identity.

But he died too quickly.

During a surprise mission in minus forty degrees, he voluntarily lured away zombies, buying time for his squad to retreat. When his body was recovered, even his ID chip was burned out.

Less than seven days later, Liu Chuyue found a new ”dependent.”

Not just one.

It was nearly ten.

However, she didn’t hide it.

She exploited a loophole in the rules—”after a partner’s death, individual identity is retained, not affecting the freedom to form new relationships.”

And the base’s public system had no such thing as a ”remarriage cooling-off period.”

”Now, almost the entire second level of the guard is under her skirt.”

Ye Nanxing finished her last mouthful of porridge and looked up at her.

The woman seemed to sense it, her gaze sweeping lightly, landing on Nanxing’s face—

And she smiled.

Without hiding or dodging.

Even with a hint of scrutiny.

As if saying:

”You’re that... former leader who should have died but came back to life?”

Zhao Wei noticed the change in Ye Nanxing’s expression: ”What’s wrong?”

Ye Nanxing put down her bowl: ”The base’s flavor has changed.”

Zhou Cheng whispered, ”Are you talking about her?”

”I heard people discussing it last night, saying something like, ’Tianlang Mountain is now run by Lü Yuanshan.’”

”They say those guys around her are the ’new core.’”

Ye Nanxing didn’t speak, only looked to the other side.

Lü Yuanshan was talking to several team members, his attitude arrogant, without a trace of reverence for her in his eyes.

His lips were even curved in a smile.

Shen Qingyan quietly approached and whispered into Ye Nanxing’s ear:

”They always thought you were dead.”

”Only five members of the Ace Team are left; now the main combat strength has shifted towards Lü Yuanshan’s faction.”

”They don’t dare to openly rebel, but they’ve been using loopholes in the system to win over the outer perimeter and logistics.”

”The ’original division,’ though loyal, is outnumbered.”

”Now everyone is watching to see if you’ll rebuild after your return—or...”

”Abdicate directly.”

Ye Nanxing sneered, gently putting down her empty bowl without speaking.

Shen Qingyan’s expression was calm, but her voice was extremely cold: ”She is the potential dynamite of this place.”

”Before you came back, no one was allowed near her table. Now that you’re back, she’s still sitting there, unmoved.”

”Do you think she’s afraid of you, or does she not even consider you?”

Ye Nanxing smiled, not answering, only turning to glance at Yan.

The child had finished his sweet potato porridge and sat quietly beside her.

Ye Nanxing stroked his head, softly saying, ”Have another candy.”

Her tone was gentle.

But her gaze had already turned towards another lurking storm.

—The ”reorganization” of Tianlang Mountain.

Perhaps after this breakfast, they would never eat in peace again.

Liu Chuyue, having almost finished her meal, finally noticed Ye Nanxing and her group.

Her voice soft, she asked, seemingly casually, ”Who is that?”

Someone nearby immediately whispered, ”...I heard it’s Ye Nanxing.”

”The Ace Squad is back.”

Her hand, holding the spoon, paused slightly.

In an instant, her expression tightened, as if she had just realized that a new foundation had suddenly appeared beneath her ”pyramid of power.”

She stood up and gently tidied her hair.

A ”socially graceful” smile bloomed on her lips as she slowly walked towards their table.

Lü Yuanshan and the others behind her exchanged glances, then also rose and followed.

When Zhao Wei saw her, he subconsciously curled his lip: ”Here she comes, the troublemaker has arrived.”

Shen Qingyan didn’t speak, but her fingers, holding the chopsticks, unconsciously tightened.

Sun Hao, chewing his food, whispered, ”She’s really coming... Does this woman really think she can take on our table?”

Liu Chuyue walked slowly, as if afraid of disturbing someone.

Only when she stood before Ye Nanxing did she speak with a faint smile:

”Nanxing... you’re finally back.”

”We all thought you...”

She paused for a second, her gaze deliberately flashing with pity, ”suffered greatly outside.”

”It’s been so long... and you didn’t send any word. The base almost couldn’t hold on several times.”

She sighed gently, her voice like a brush across an invisible string:

”As the leader of Tianlang Mountain, you really shouldn’t have been gone for half a year. Even if there was danger, you should have... found a way to notify us.”

”These past six months you were gone, it was really...”

”Everyone had a tough time.”

She didn’t explicitly say ”you’re irresponsible,” but every sentence was a ”gentle reminder,” attempting to nail Ye Nanxing to the scales of public opinion for ”abandoning the team” and ”going out of contact.”

She even glanced back at Lü Yuanshan beside her: ”Fortunately, there were Yuanshan and the others, who barely managed to keep the base going until today.”

”If it had been any later, Tianlang Mountain...”

Seeing Ye Nanxing remain silent, Liu Chuyue walked step by step to the table, a graceful and gentle smile on her face, her voice as soft as falling snowflakes.

”Nanxing.”

She called out very intimately, as if they were old friends of many years.

”No matter what, you’re finally back. We all... we all missed you so much.”

As her words fell, she tilted her head slightly, a hint of tender pity in her eyes.

As if Ye Nanxing was the ”irresponsible runaway.”

Ye Nanxing took a sip of porridge, not speaking.

Only when she unhurriedly put down the bowl and wiped her mouth did she calmly raise her head:

”Are we close?”

One sentence.

Without extra emotion, not even a sarcastic inflection, only that cold, impersonal, icy tone.

But—the destructive power was extreme.

Liu Chuyue’s smile instantly froze, unable to maintain the curve of her lips. Her fingertips trembled slightly, and a look of shock flashed in her eyes.

And Lü Yuanshan immediately stepped forward from behind her, his face sinking, his tone unable to suppress his anger:

”Captain Ye, isn’t that a bit too cold?”

”Sister Liu has always spoken highly of you. To speak to her like that, isn’t it inappropriate?”

”No matter what, she’s now the auxiliary coordinator of the guard team; her status isn’t what it used to be—you can’t just dismiss her as an outsider with one sentence.”

Several other guards also spoke up:

”When Captain Ye wasn’t here, Sister Liu helped us stabilize many people’s morale.”

”It’s good that you’re back, but you should also respect those who stayed behind, right?”

”You can’t just throw away the mill after the donkey has done its work as soon as you return!”

For a moment, several mouths chattered, as if Ye Nanxing was a sinner who had ”ruthlessly abandoned the team and returned to seize power.”

But Ye Nanxing merely sat quietly, as if these voices were not worth responding to.

She just turned her head and stared at Liu Chuyue:

”You let them speak, do you think I wouldn’t dare touch you?”

Liu Chuyue froze, the smile on her lips slowly falling, her fingers unconsciously gripping the dining plate in front of her.

The next second, Ye Nanxing stood up and coldly spat out a sentence:

”When I return, the base will be stable.”

”You say how the base got through these past six months?”

”By you selling smiles?”