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 were smuggling, and got

managed to get to his feet, wiping the blood off his face as he exclaimed, "Wow, you really

spoke, he hastily helped the man next to him up.

She's really tough. If she hadn't stepped in

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

wiped the blood off his face and gave Stella and Jasper a weak smile.

"It was nothing."

were okay, Stella, who was worried about Cooper and Rosie back home, didn't linger

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

world, it wasn't

asking a lot of

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

waiting for her reply, he turned to Monkey. "We

to him. "Boss,

about I send a truckload of fresh water to your place

fresh water was around 20 tons, enough to last for

at his sleeve. "Boss, she

"Tell us what you want. As long as it's within

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

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

first, nobody knew the 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

odd. Whatever she stocked up on seemed to skyrocket in

agreed. "What kind of antiques, paintings, or precious

no specific requests. "Anything will do, as

Stella didn't give her address, simply gesturing to Monkey.

of them left quickly, disappearing into the darkness, and taking the guns they had taken from

to

selling water for now and