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?

a water tanker

wiping the blood off his face as he

to him up. The man was tall, probably

I told you about. She's really tough. If she

simple man. Of course, anyone

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

"It was nothing."

okay, Stella, who was worried about Cooper

man called out to them. "I'm Austin. I don't even know the names of our saviors. Where

post-apocalyptic world, it wasn't common to

lot of questions. Are

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

reply, he turned to Monkey. "We did

to him. "Boss, she doesn't need

was generous. "How about I send a truckload of

of fresh water was around 20 tons, enough to last for months

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

was agreeable. "Tell us what you want. As long as

mind. "I have a client who's interested in antiques, paintings, and precious metals. Could you help

wanted were these? Sure, antiques

So he not only kept paper currency but also many antiques, paintings, and gold, hoping to make

she stocked up on seemed to

Austin readily agreed. "What kind of antiques,

no specific requests. "Anything will do, as

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

into the darkness, and taking the guns they had taken

handed over the guns to Stella, who

was dangerous. Stella decided to hold off on selling water for