18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 467

People naturally gravitate towards those they click with.

Stella raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. "We're not soldiers. Why should we go to a party?"

"Parties are a good chance to bring family or friends. I went to a bash at Central Base a couple of days ago. More friends, more opportunities."

Stella wasn't one for crowds. "No thanks, you go and have fun."

Bran didn't push it. He planned to invite others instead, leaning casually against the doorframe with a grin. "Hey Dottie, how'd you make that dipping sauce last time?"

Rosie, generous with her secrets, spilled the recipe. "Ginger, green onions, garlic, chili, oil..."

The first few ingredients were easy to come by, but the oil was a hassle.

Might as well play it cool and just go with the flow when it came to meals.

After sending everyone off, Stella retreated to her room to lie down and read.

On the night of the party, Bran took extra care to wet his hair, slicking it back into a cool, stylish look, and donned his cleanest outfit.

He'd thickened his skin and begged his brother-in-law for some clothes. Surprisingly, the man was generous, giving him several pieces. One of them was a brand-new floral shirt that fit him perfectly, as if tailor-made for him, ready to be flaunted come summer.

In addition, his sister had given him a pair of sandals. They were the kind you'd wear in the shower, the kind that would've been dirt cheap before the disaster, maybe even part of a buy-one-get-one-free deal. Forget that price; he wouldn't have been caught dead in them before. But now... well, they seemed to be of decent quality, likely to last a few years.

All in all, his sister hadn't let him down!

Bran mused, wondering if he could score a pair of sunglasses or some pomade if he clung to his sister's leg and wept next time. Speaking of which, his underwear had developed a couple of holes. Maybe his brother-in-law could spare a couple of new pairs? Preferably boxer briefs-they had style.

But that was beside the point. The gathering was mostly folks from South Base, but there were plenty who brought family, hometown pals, or friends.

fifty people came together

had fillings of leeks, cabbage, and a mix of potatoes, carrots, and bell peppers. There was no soy sauce or vinegar, but they did have a dipping

fare was something many hadn't tasted in

yarns, the men often come out on top.

of red heels by a campus lake was interrupted by another scoffing

up. "The Devil's

chill. "We were adrift at sea for ages, never expecting to bump

baffled. "I

go down with it. Plenty

when their boats encircled

seized the moment to fight the pirates on our ship, throwing every last one of them overboard. We were out of ammo and supplies, expecting we wouldn't make it out of the Devil's Sea. But then, those two missing boats reappeared, loaded with food, herbs, fresh vegetables covered in dew, and flags with red stars

that tall tale before. Almost had me believing your

almost

events on a transport ship from Shandong was well-known-a lot of the crew had gone

the disbelief, the man grew agitated.

exact coordinates and time to prove his point. "That sea area is cursed, unpredictable weather, brutal storms. We nearly capsized several times. It took us

Hearing the coordinates, Hans

his brow.

it was some time ago. That area is indeed strange, probably due to the complex ocean currents. We faced several disasters but managed to

any Iranian pirates but had been attacked by diamond-shaped underwater craft. Thankfully,

We weren't lying or

his eagerness, he accidentally bit his tongue. It was

him to the hospital? The ferry

some herbs

his room and returned with a bag. No Yunnan Baiyao or clotting powder, just some dried herbs. Hans picked one out. "Lucky I

dry leaves into a powder, instructed the man to open his mouth, and applied the powder

his hand to

shifted the topic to the herbs. "Can