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 away. They were smuggling, and got

to get to his feet, wiping the blood off

he hastily helped the man next to him up. The man

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 post-apocalyptic world and establish such a

and gave Stella and Jasper a weak smile.

"It was nothing."

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

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

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

smiled. "You're asking a lot of questions.

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

Monkey. "We did get a lot of

"Boss, she doesn't need

generous. "How about I send a

truckload of fresh water was around 20 tons, enough to last

"Boss, she doesn't look like she's

want. As long as it's within my

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

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

paintings, and gold, hoping to make a fortune once everything

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

"What kind of antiques, paintings,

will do, as long as it's old

gesturing to Monkey.

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

handed over the guns to Stella, who

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