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?

her flashlight, spotting a water tanker parked not far

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

man next to him up. The

I told you about. She's really tough. If she hadn't stepped in tonight, we'd be pushing up

a simple man. Of course, anyone who could survive in a

and gave Stella

"It was nothing."

who was worried about Cooper and Rosie back home, didn't linger and turned to

Austin. I don't even

a post-apocalyptic world, it wasn't common to ask

lot of

was taken aback, but quickly replied, "Of course, we

for her reply, he turned to Monkey. "We

"Boss, she doesn't need

was generous. "How about I send a

of fresh water was around 20 tons,

sleeve. "Boss, she doesn't look like

long as it's within my

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?"

expecting a big demand, but all she wanted were these? Sure, antiques and paintings were valuable, but only in

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 paper

this woman was odd. Whatever she stocked up on seemed to skyrocket in value. Was there something more

readily agreed. "What kind of antiques,

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

didn't give her address, simply gesturing to Monkey. "He knows

the darkness, and taking the

to Stella,

was dangerous. Stella decided to hold off on selling water for now and see if Austin could find what she wanted. Her