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?

water tanker parked not far away. They

off his face as he

he spoke, he hastily helped the man next to him up. The man was tall, probably around six

the woman I told you about. She's really tough. If

short hair. His face was honest and straightforward, but his eyes held a worldly cunning that suggested he wasn't a simple man. Of course, anyone who could survive in a post-apocalyptic world and establish such a vast network of black market traders was bound to have

face and gave Stella

"It was nothing."

who was worried about Cooper and Rosie

Austin. I don't even

a post-apocalyptic world, it wasn't common

a lot of

taken aback, but quickly replied, "Of course, we need to repay your kindness. What do you

turned to Monkey.

whispered to him. "Boss, she

I send a

around 20 tons,

at his sleeve. "Boss, she doesn't look like

was agreeable. "Tell us what you want. As long as it's within my power, I'll make

for dealing with the punks, but Austin's offer changed her mind. "I have a client who's interested in antiques, paintings, and precious metals. Could you help me find some?" Austin knew she was formidable from Monkey, but meeting her in person was another thing entirely. She was not only beautiful but

big demand, but all she wanted were these? Sure, antiques and paintings were

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 paper bills from the

Whatever she stocked up on seemed to skyrocket in value. Was there

Austin readily agreed. "What kind of antiques, paintings, or precious metals are you

no specific requests. "Anything will do, as long

her address, simply gesturing to Monkey. "He knows where to

and taking the guns

obediently handed over the guns to

trader 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