18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 160

What the hell? It was tough enough to survive, now they gotta deal with these punks on their own turf?

On foreign soil, you'd keep your head down and try to scrape by, but here they were, brazen as ever.

In a dim corner, several men were relentlessly kicking three people lying on the ground, spouting insults in a harsh, foreign language.

There were those with swords, guns, and baseball bats.

Murder was as easy as turning your head, but they continued to beat them, becoming more and more excited, revealing their ugly and twisted human nature. The pleading screams only served to further stimulate them, their blows becoming heavier and heavier.

One of them lifted his blade, his face twisted in a savage grin as he brought it down.

"Shick."

Their bloodlust had blinded them to the danger lurking in the shadows.

His blade hadn't even fallen before the man was skewered like a s'more on a stick. Stella didn't hesitate, pulling her blade free and lunging for the second one.

Jasper was even quicker, swiftly disarming a punk and snapping his neck, before kicking another one aside.

The two of them dispatched the five punks with efficiency, not even giving them a chance to whimper for mercy.

A flashlight illuminated the beaten figures on the ground. They were a sorry sight, their faces smeared with blood, all but unrecognizable.

Out of a sense of humanity, Stella asked, "Are you guys okay?"

The harsh light of the flashlight was blinding, and one of them instinctively raised a hand to shield his eyes, his lips trembling. "It's you?"

His voice was groggy, but Stella recognized it-Monkey. Wait, why the hell was he here too?

tanker parked not far away. They

to get to his feet, wiping the blood off

helped the man next to him

woman I told you about. She's really tough. If she hadn't

eyes held a worldly cunning that suggested he wasn't a simple man. Of course, anyone who could survive in a post-apocalyptic

and gave Stella and

"It was nothing."

Cooper and Rosie back home, didn't linger and

I don't even know the names of our saviors.

it wasn't common to ask for personal

lot of

but quickly replied, "Of course, we need to repay your kindness. What

for her reply, he turned to Monkey. "We did get a

"Boss, she

I send a

tons,

sleeve. "Boss, she doesn't

want. As long as it's within my power, I'll

antiques, paintings, and precious metals. Could you help me find some?" Austin knew she was formidable from Monkey, but meeting her in person

wanted were these? Sure, antiques and paintings were valuable, but only in prosperous

extent of the disaster, and he thought it would end eventually. So he not only kept paper currency but also many antiques, paintings, and gold, hoping to make a fortune once everything was over. Now, the 500,000

up on seemed to skyrocket in value. Was there

problem," Austin readily agreed. "What kind of antiques,

requests. "Anything will do, as

simply gesturing to

disappearing into the darkness, and taking the guns they had taken

obediently handed over the guns to Stella, who tossed them into

like Austin could get robbed, which meant the outside world was dangerous. Stella decided to hold off on selling water for now and see if Austin could find what she wanted. Her main goal was to