"Peh, you filthy bitch, so cheap."
Not everyone gave in; most of them didn’t.
There was still a sense of pride within them.
Before the doomsday, Wang Hao was nothing more than a small fry.
Why should he be their master?
Especially the n, won could accompany him, no big danger.
But they were different.
Wang Hao was probably not into n; once they submitted to him, all the dirty and hard work would be theirs.
Wang Hao might even organize them to go out and look for supplies or sothing.
They had a radio too, knowing there were ghouls and zombies outside.
They even cooperated to kill so.
Go out looking for supplies?
That could get people killed.
"Young friend Wang Hao, let us go, I promise I won’t disturb you again."
Wu Zicheng pleaded for rcy.
Regret!
All he wanted now was to leave unhard.
"What good is your promise? This ti you ramd my gate with a pickup, letting you go might have you coming back with a bomb."
Wang Hao said coldly.
"I won’t, I swear on my honor, absolutely not."
"Ha~~in the apocalypse, what’s your honor worth?"
Wang Hao sneered with disdain.
He didn’t regard this master painter at all.
"Even though you have long-range weapons, a crossbow is not a sniper rifle, and reloading takes a long ti.
Also, you probably aren’t professionally trained, it’s hard to hit moving targets.
If we all run, you can at most kill one of us, which isn’t really aningful."
A middle-aged man interjected.
He seed to know what he was talking about.
His analysis was thorough, but his slightly trembling voice still betrayed his inner fear.
"Who told you I only have one crossbow?"
Wang Hao’s voice carried a hint of smugness.
"Even if you had multiple crossbows, you could at most kill two of us."
The middle-aged man wasn’t intimidated, forcing himself to stay calm.
Indeed, even if Wang Hao had several crossbows to reduce reloading ti, swapping crossbows took ti too.
And he needed to aim again.
That took quite so ti, by the ti Wang Hao switched to a third crossbow, they would have mostly run out of range.
"You’re right, I can only kill two people at most, but can you guarantee you won’t be one of those two?"
Wang Hao didn’t argue.
With one sentence, everyone had a grave expression.
Yeah!
Although Wang Hao could only kill two at most, that was a one in ten chance!
What if they were the unlucky one chosen?
That was why the middle-aged man was scared.
"Young friend Wang Hao, I have an ancient jade here, passed down from my ancestors, lives are cheap these days, I’m willing to use it to buy those two lives."
Wu Zicheng, shaking, pulled out an ancient jade from his bosom.
While Wang Hao had no interest in ancient jade, he did zoom in.
The jade was just a rectangular shape, devoid of excessive decoration.
Judging by its verdant, jade-like luster, it was probably imperial green jadeite.
Before the apocalypse, this pendant was conservatively estimated to be worth millions.
But now, while not worthless, it held little value.
"Fine! Leave it, and I’ll let you go."
Wang Hao agreed imdiately.
He quite liked the pendant.
Of course, that wasn’t the main reason.
He had never intended to kill again.
Stalling here was just to find an out for himself.
Moreover, killing two had no real aning.
And even then, he might not even kill two.
Hitting moving targets was extrely difficult for him.
He might end up not killing any.
But as soon as he said it, he felt sothing was off, like he agreed too quickly.
He hurriedly added, "Also, you need to leave a few people to help clean the courtyard, rest assured, I’ll pay accordingly."
"This..."
Everyone hesitated.
Wang Hao did have weapons!
Staying behind was very dangerous.
"What? Scared? Rest assured, I’m no murderer, you don’t provoke , and I won’t harm you. Leave a few people to help clean the courtyard, I’ll pay upfront! How about a box of instant noodles?"
Wang Hao said with a smile.
A box of instant noodles?
Many people’s eyes lit up.
That’s a week’s worth of food!
If rationed, it could last two weeks easily.
This was too tempting to resist.
"I’ll stay!"
A middle-aged fat man imdiately volunteered to stay.
Their food was collected together and distributed uniformly, his appetite was big, he never got enough to eat, and he had lost weight.
He wanted to have a full al for once.
"I’ll stay too."
A young man also volunteered to stay.
Then others successively said they’d stay.
"Hmph!"
Wang Hao chuckled darkly inside.
Now, there were over a dozen who wanted to stay.
Were they trying to have him open the door and then rush in?
"How many stay is your business, but my paynt is just one box of instant noodles."
"You guys take Xiaoli back for treatnt, pregnant won and those with kids, leave too. Xiaozhou, go and get a car to tow this pickup, everyone else stays. As for the instant noodles, just add them to the collective supplies."
Wu Zicheng arranged things simply.
No one had any objections, and they all started moving.
But their eyes occasionally darted towards Wang Hao’s villa, afraid he might suddenly fire at them.
Fortunately, Wang Hao kept his word, and the old, weak, sick, and disabled left unscathed.
Before long, another pickup arrived, towing away the damaged one with its tow rope.
"Young friend Wang Hao, could you open the door?"
Wu Zicheng’s voice was a bit timid.
At this mont, the dozen people behind him subconsciously clenched their fists.
So even subtly lowered their heads to hide the cold gleam in their eyes.
Blocking them was this steel gate.
Once it opened, they could enter the yard.
Then, they could smash the glass and storm the villa, and Wang Hao’s supplies would be theirs.
They thought Wang Hao would set conditions like allowing only a few inside and dropping weapons.
But Wang Hao said nothing, just pressed the button to open the door.
"Click!"
The steel gate made a clicking noise, splitting open from the center.
Everyone was overjoyed, thinking this guy really was a fool, and so who lacked deeper thoughts even had smiles on their faces.
Everything seed to return to how it was.
However, as the gate opened, their smiles gradually froze.
Their pupils dilated, and their faces showed extre fear.
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