Apocalyptic Flood: Sexy Beauty Neighbor's Midnight Plea for Food

Chapter 4: Chapter 4 Daily Training

Liang Yuan's gaze lingered on the other party for a bit, then he looked into her eyes and smiled, "Sister Mei, what time is it now? It's been raining heavily for half a year, the flood has submerged ten floors, who still has food?"

"You don't have any, I don't have any either."

Yang Mei's face turned pale instantly, she pleaded, "Little brother, Sister knows that your family must have food, I can already smell the meat, Sister really has no other way, you... you just need to give me a small bowl of rice, Sister won't eat any dishes..."

Liang Yuan shook his head, "Sister Mei, please go back quickly, at least you still have a place to stay, look at those people in the corridor, they don't even have a place to live, let alone food. Dressed like this, don't let the people upstairs see you, otherwise..."

He didn't continue, but Yang Mei's face turned ghastly pale.

With half a year of isolation, order had long since collapsed.

Bad people were in power, and some people upstairs were no longer human.

She witnessed through the peephole a female neighbor from the seventh floor being pinned down in the hallway by three men, doing that kind of thing.

The desperate screams of that female neighbor still echoed in her mind at night.

Thinking about this, Yang Mei trembled, she quickly ran back to her door. After a series of rapid knocks, a man opened the door.

"How was it, did you get anything?"

The man asked eagerly.

Yang Mei trembled, "He... he didn't lend."

The man immediately got anxious, "How could you be so useless? He didn't lend, couldn't you beg him?"

"I... I..."

Bam! Bam! Bam!

Suddenly, a series of banging sounds came from the roof, both of them were startled.

Yang Mei hurriedly squeezed into the room, and the man quickly locked the door.

At that moment, a burly man rushed up the corridor. Hearing the door being shut, he started cursing loudly, "Damn, Li Zhiqiang, you better stay hidden, I want to see how long you can hold out!"

man dashed down and

Zhiqiang, Yang Mei's husband, seemed

from beginning to end he never

series of curses outside, after a while, that person seemed to loiter

Eventually, he still left.

his Nail Gun, turned around, and

these people couldn't

drive everyone

and washing the dishes, Liang Yuan began his daily

was strength training, 500

aerobic training, without a treadmill, he chose to jump rope

was shooting practice, not having a bow or arrow at home, he only had

slingshot practice, he

it was actually just a steel pipe with a fruit knife welded to

practice methods were also the most basic

slash, sweep, block, grab, twist, lift, press, chop,

he also

times of resource scarcity, it's theoretically unsuitable to exert such physical

unwilling to use

get worse. Ruthless neighbors

his physical

for long-range attack ability,

corresponded to

enhance muscle explosive power, the other

he had no choice but to swim, strong heart and

to these trainings, he also focused on

flooding, there was no place to stand

was to climb up some tall

upper body strength had to be

this past half year of practice, his various skills had

the slingshot, within ten meters, he had over 90% accuracy, within twenty meters, 60% accuracy, and beyond thirty meters, accuracy dropped to about

complete set of movements flowed smoothly, particularly the stabbing, thrusting, slashing, and sweeping basic attack moves, he practiced most diligently. Now he could pierce a two-centimeter wooden cabinet door with one thrust,

with a knack for fitness. In just half a year, he could easily do fifty to

arm technique, easily doing

equally effective, before washing his face each

so far was holding his breath