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?

with her flashlight, spotting a water tanker parked not far away. They

feet, wiping the blood off his face as he exclaimed, "Wow, you really saved

the man next to him

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

worldly cunning that suggested he wasn't a simple man. Of

man wiped the blood off his face and gave Stella and Jasper

"It was nothing."

they were okay, Stella, who was worried about Cooper and Rosie back home,

I don't

it wasn't common to ask for personal

"You're asking a lot of questions. Are you

taken aback, but quickly replied, "Of course, we need to repay

turned to Monkey. "We did get a lot of food

to him. "Boss, she doesn't

I send a truckload of fresh water to your

tons, enough

his sleeve. "Boss, she

what you want. As long as it's within my power,

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

was expecting a big demand, but all she wanted were these?

thought it would end eventually. So he not only kept paper currency but also many antiques, paintings, and gold,

odd. Whatever she stocked up on seemed to skyrocket in value.

of antiques, paintings, or precious metals are you looking

specific requests. "Anything will do, as long as it's

Stella didn't give her address, simply gesturing to Monkey. "He knows where to find me." Austin agreed.

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

handed over the guns to Stella,

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