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

116: Chapter 116 Dogs in the Wolf’s DenFacing the blatant provocation and forced confrontation from Liu Chuyue and her group,

Zhao Wei’s face turned a dark shade of purple, his fists clenched with a cracking sound, and his gaze looked capable of killing.

Zhang Tianjin stared fixedly at the group opposite them, the veins on the back of his hands bulging.

Sun Hao, with a grim face, kept one hand tightly pressed against the weapon at his waist, his eyes as cold as a blade.

Shen Qingyan remained expressionless, but her fingertips trembled slightly, clearly exerting extreme self-control to suppress the urge to strike immediately.

Lin Wanru gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with anger and disbelief.

Even the usually gentle Han Yiran was now as cold as a sheet of iron.

Only Lin Xiao was like a tensed black panther, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

What brought Ye Nanxing some relief was that the remaining people had already stood behind her without hesitation.

Everyone was waiting for Ye Nanxing to speak.

Without her command, they would not act rashly.

Because they knew that now was the most critical moment for the hunter to set the trap.

As for Ye Nanxing—

She just sat there quietly, her expression devoid of joy or sorrow, her eyes as calm as a cold pool, as if the clamor and shouting of the three hundred people before her were merely the barking of a pack of dogs.

Liu Chuyue, however, still hadn’t sensed the danger.

She only saw the large number of people on her side and their soaring morale, and thus believed—victory was within her grasp.

At that moment, her smile became increasingly bright and moving, her eyes and brows filled with tenderness, and the ’Holy Mother’ halo on her face was practically comparable to that of a savior.

Standing at the very front with her hands clasped, her tone was as gentle as if she were comforting a lost Child:

”Nanxing.”

”Look.”

”Everyone is a thinking human being, not a machine. Such blind orders from you will only lose you the people’s hearts.”

”Everyone is standing up now only for the sake of fairness and a better future.”

She lowered her head slightly, her voice growing even gentler, carrying a pity that could almost be mistaken for sincerity:

”If you truly care about Tianlang Mountain, you should understand us.”

”Instead of being set in your ways and treating the base as your private property.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the crowd behind her burst into simultaneous applause and agreement!

Someone shouted loudly:

”Sister Liu is right!”

”We’re doing this for Tianlang Mountain! For this home!”

”We aren’t traitors! We are guardians!”

”We are fighting for the future!”

”For everyone’s right to fair survival!”

They raised their fists high, shouting ’fairness,’ ’democracy,’ and ’for the base.’ Each slogan sounded more righteous than the last, their posture resembling an attempt to overthrow a decadent old dynasty and usher in a so-called ’new order.’

In the air floated a nauseating sense of self-importance.

As if they truly were a group of glorious warriors burdened with a mission.

Instead of—

A group of greedy individuals whose faces were all that remained after being corrupted by desire.

Listening to this, Zhao Wei and the others felt it was—absurd to the extreme.

Zhao Wei let out a low, cold laugh and gritted his teeth, saying:

”They sure can act, these bastards.”

His eyes were filled with suppressed coldness, his knuckles turning slightly white; he wished he could rush forward immediately and smash those arrogant faces with a hammer.

Zhang Tianjin narrowed his eyes, his voice as deep as the night:

”This is called a collective rebellion.”

Sun Hao narrowed his eyes, secretly estimating the number of people present and silently mapping out combat routes in his mind, his blood boiling as he waited for the order.

Shen Qingyan stared coldly at those joining in the commotion, her fingertips already tapping on the tabletop; each tap felt like an ice blade slicing through flesh.

—She was forcing herself to remain calm.

Because she knew that when they struck today, it had to be clean and decisive, a fatal blow; they couldn’t give these pieces of trash a single chance to turn the tables.

Meanwhile, Lin Xiao, sitting on the far edge, had an extremely grim expression.

His fists were clenched tightly under the table, his eyes fixed on the crowd that had stood up.

He finally understood.

For half a year, he had thought he could maintain a semblance of peace, but he hadn’t expected—

These people had long ago turned the ’home’ they had struggled to protect into a battlefield for divvying up spoils.

Lin Xiao gritted his teeth, his chest heaving.

He finally cast aside the last shred of illusion.

In the Apocalypse, mercy is only fit for the grave.

At this moment, Ye Nanxing—

She lightly rubbed her fingertips, tilted her head back slightly, and closed her eyes.

Feeling the changes in the surrounding airflow.

Listening to the noise of these people who thought victory was already theirs.

Her heart was surprisingly calm.

Like a slaughter about to begin.

No mercy.

No ripples of emotion.

Only a silent reckoning.

At this moment.

Only one sentence arose in her heart:

—Dogs raised in a wolf’s den must ultimately be slaughtered cleanly.

Ye Nanxing sat in place, her expression calm, her features as cold as a sheathed blade waiting to be drawn.

She softly instructed:

”Lin Xiao, Zhou Cheng.”

”Go to the perimeter.”

Her voice was extremely soft, yet it was like a thunderclap, instantly tensing the nerves of those around her.

Lin Xiao was stunned and instinctively wanted to ask, ”Captain Ye—?”

But Zhou Cheng understood immediately. Having followed Ye Nanxing for so long, he knew all too well what her current state meant. He suddenly grabbed Lin Xiao’s wrist and said in a low voice:

”Let’s go.”

He glanced at Ye Nanxing, asked no further questions, and turned to lead his people away.

Lin Xiao gritted his teeth, his brow furrowed in confusion, but he still followed.

—It wasn’t an escape.

It was an interception.

Should any mole attempt to flee or any external enemy stir, they had to seal off all escape routes immediately.

Zhao Wei’s eyes instantly lit up, his lip twitching as he whispered, ”It’s starting...”

He shoved his chair back violently, immediately adjusting his tactical posture. His entire body tensed up as if a trapped beast was emerging from a facade of playfulness, the ferocity in his bones beginning to show.

Zhang Tianjin gripped his hilt tightly, his gaze sweeping inch by inch over the people standing in the cafeteria. There was no fear in his eyes, only calmness and fighting spirit:

”Captain Ye is getting serious.”

”Finally.”

Shen Qingyan’s fingertips were already pressed against the underside of the table, where her everyday dagger was—she had been prepared for a long time.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, staring toward Liu Chuyue’s side like watching a hunting ground waiting for the hunter to pull the trigger.

”If we’re cleaning house, now’s the time.”

She whispered.

Although Lin Wanru was a newcomer, she instinctively moved closer to Ye Nanxing’s side. Her heart raced, but she did not back down.

She could see—this situation was no longer a mere argument.

It was—a reckoning.

Sun Hao narrowed his eyes, his voice raspy: ”Sister Nan has made her move... then these dogs don’t have long to live.”

These people had come through blood in the Zombie Tides and snowstorms half a year ago, following Ye Nanxing through life and death, from hell to the ends of the earth.

This time was merely—another bloodbath.

And at this moment.

Ye Nanxing still sat in her place, without saying another word.

But her command to ”go to the perimeter” was like ice cracking, carving an irresistible fissure.

No one thought she was ”afraid,” and no one thought she was ”backing down.”

—They knew:

That was the final breath before clearing the battlefield.