Chapter 11: Tianyi Warehouse

The first night—the one that had scarred all of humanity—was finally over.
A blood-soaked silence had fallen over Jiangbei City.
Streets that once teemed with life now stood empty, save for the occasional New Human prowling by, snarling and clawing as they hunted for traces of animals.
The sun was high in the sky.
Chen Xiao and Tang Shiyang still hadn’t gotten up.
Zhang Ming was frantic.
He hesitated repeatedly, ultimately too cowardly to knock.
“Creak.”
The door opened, and Tang Shiyang stepped out, her face flushed, looking utterly coquettish.
“Shiyang, you’re awake.”
Zhang Ming was agitated, desperate to ask Tang Shiyang what had happened last night, if she’d been forced…
Even though he’d heard some sounds in the night…
But without her admission, he’d never believe it!
Tang Shiyang, barefoot, merely nodded.
She walked to a shelf, rose on her toes to grab a few packs of instant noodles,
then retreated back into the room.
“Thud.”
The door closed, leaving Zhang Ming on the verge of tears.
Not even a chance to talk?
It wasn’t until nearly four in the afternoon that
Chen Xiao finally emerged from the room, looking lethally lethargic.
He hadn’t planned to initiate “dual cultivation” with Tang Shiyang so soon—her Favorability wasn’t high enough for it to be truly meaningful.
But who knew the girl would be so… inviting!
To Chen Xiao’s surprise, though he hadn’t gained a talent, his physical stats had received a solid, two-time boost!
What did that mean?
Tang Shiyang’s Favorability towards him had increased!
As for the source of that fondness…
Chen Xiao figured Tang Shiyang must admire strength; otherwise, she couldn’t have developed feelings so quickly.
As for acquiring her talent, that was a long-term project.
Raising Favorability was crucial!
The frequency of “dual cultivation” was also crucial!
It required persistent, dedicated effort.
As soon as he stepped out of the small room, Chen Xiao saw Zhang Ming staring at him with bloodshot eyes and paused for a moment.
He teased, “Get some sleep. Don’t go dying on me in here; I’m not cleaning it up.”
Zhang Ming forced an awkward smile, then glanced behind Chen Xiao.
Tang Shiyang came out, stretching lazily.
Still in that red bodycon skirt, now clean of blood and dust, revealing her pale, shapely thighs.
After being washed by her “Water Ball” talent, Tang Shiyang now radiated alluring charm once again.
But maybe it was an illusion—Zhang Ming thought the skirt seemed shorter.
He swallowed, Tang Shiyang’s lazy posture driving him wild with thoughts.
“Ahem.”
Chen Xiao coughed, bringing Zhang Ming back to reality.
“While I was sleeping, did anyone come by?”
When Chen Xiao asked about business, Zhang Ming nodded and pulled a folded note from his pocket.
“A group of people came. They slipped this note through a gap. They should be from the Tianyi Warehouse organization outside the neighborhood.”
Tianyi Warehouse—a massive, multi-story wholesale and retail chain, stacked with countless supplies—
Four whole floors of goods!
In the apocalypse, that was the ultimate temptation.
The apocalypse had only been one night plus half a day.
Whoever had survived there and established an organization was no pushover.
Chen Xiao opened the note:
“Within three days, transfer all supplies to Tianyi Warehouse, and you may live.”
“Oh?”
Chen Xiao let out a cold laugh. What was this? A threat?
Zhang Ming had definitely read the note and was now furtively gauging Chen Xiao’s reaction.
He was waiting for Chen Xiao to make a choice.
If Chen Xiao transferred the supplies, he’d follow to enjoy the good life, joining a major force.
If Chen Xiao chose to fight, he’d leave immediately.
It was obvious—the Tianyi Warehouse crew were no ordinary people. With only three of them, they stood no chance.
Even though Chen Xiao seemed unbelievably strong in his eyes, who knew how many such monsters the other side had?
Though he’d once talked big about going through fire and water, facing real danger, who could say they weren’t afraid?