Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 51 - 47: Dividing the Meat

Chapter 51: Chapter 47: Dividing the Meat

Cooperate with Black Scale Village!

In the crowd, many people’s expressions changed suddenly, just like Su Can’s, and some even had eyes burning with the fire of resentment.

At this moment, Zhong Wubin no longer wanted to endure.

He swept his gaze over the crowd, his voice cold and resolute:

“The leader of Black Scale Village, Zhang Shuo, has already contacted me, willing to exchange five pieces of Treasure Meat for our support! Then, the Treasure Meat will go to me, the mechanisms to him!”

Su Can’s eyes widened in anger, his beard and hair all standing up: “Cooperate with those scum from Black Scale Village? I don’t agree! Zhong Wubin! You’re seeking skin from a tiger!”

Zhong Wubin refused to budge, sternly said: “Old man! I have already taken a step back, agreed to share the risk of hunting the Lord, I hope you don’t push your luck! Everything should be focused on the village’s larger picture!”

“Zhong Wubin! You will regret it!”

“Su Can! I am the leader!”

Boom—!

Zhong Wubin flung his sleeves and left, and in his fury, Su Can punched the door frame, shaking dust to fall.

The emotions of the onlooking villagers were repeatedly pulled and twisted, now utterly lost and confused.

A few struggled out of the crowd, gathering in front of Su Can, expressing their indignation:

“Old man! We can’t let Zhong Wubin succeed! It’s Black Scale Village!!”

“What is Zhong Wubin thinking? Daring to associate with those wolves from Black Scale Village?!”

“Old man! Please take back control! We support you as the leader!!”

Whoa! Su Lin scanned over, unexpectedly, the last earth-shattering statement came from Hou Yong.

His face was flushed, neck veins popping, as if he had a blood feud with Black Scale Village.

Didn’t look acted.

Su Can’s chest roiled with anger, yet Su Lin remained calm.

He knew that Zhong Wubin agreeing to hunt the Lord together at the end of the month was a crucial victory for the Su Family.

“Folks!” Su Lin raised his hands high, his voice loud as he suppressed the noise, “This matter is of great importance, let us first discuss the strategy, everyone disperse for now.”

The crowd hesitated, gazing at each other, gradually dissipating.

Only Hou Yong and a few emotional ones looked reluctantly at the Su Family.

Su Lin had to step forward, speaking to Hou Yong:

“Old Monkey, you know the situation of the Su Family well. Zhong Wubin is willing to use hunting the Lord as a price to raise this matter, clearly showing his determination. Opposing is not a task of a day, it requires careful planning.”

He pointed at the bag in Hou Yong’s hand filled with medicines and meat: “Your mother is still at home waiting for you to brew medicine.”

Hou Yong clenched his fist fiercely, looking up at Su Lin, eyes bloodshot, breathing heavy.

Su Lin gazed calmly, watching back openly.

Moments later, Hou Yong’s cheeks trembled slightly, squeezing out a few difficult words: “Please… Master Lin, think carefully!”

After speaking, he turned and left, dispirited.

Su Lin looked at his back, brows tightly locked.

Earlier, in the crowd, the first person to echo him was Hou Yong; something arranged long ago between the two.

But after Zhong Wubin mentioned Black Scale Village, his reaction changed dramatically.

Did he really have a deep-seated hatred with Black Scale Village?

What did Black Scale Village do as a whole village to draw such hatred from so many?

…

Turmoil ceased temporarily.

Everyone returned inside.

Su Tongxi held her little niece, looking at Su Lin like a startled fawn, eyes glistening like water, full of reliance.

Su Lin went over and naturally hugged her shoulder.

Su Can sat heavily with a thud, grabbed the teapot, pouring tea into his dedicated large porcelain bowl, and drank it down.

Seeing the empty teapot, Zhao Yaxin quietly got up to boil water in the kitchen.

“Earlier…” Su Can’s somber expression softened at the sight of his grandson, with approval, “Well done.”

“Of course!”

Su Lin grinned, trying to ease the atmosphere, not bringing up the issue of Black Scale Village for the moment, waiting until Uncle returned.

“Who am I? I’m Su Can’s grandson!”

“Hmph! Fooling around, no stability at all!”

Su Can criticized verbally, yet his mouth corners, like an AK, couldn’t help turning upwards.

The clever Su Yingying rolled her big eyes, seeing her great-grandfather smile, immediately blossomed a bright smile, like a blooming flower.

Holding the doll given by Su Lin, she climbed from Su Tongxi’s arms onto Su Lin using all limbs, babbling coquettishly:

“Little Uncle, Little Uncle! Meat, where is the meat? You said you’d bring Yingying meat to eat!”

Su Can slightly frowned.

Thinking of the low probability of getting meat, his grandson achieving great success today, unwilling to make him embarrassed, he was about to stop, yet saw Su Lin smile mysteriously.

Su Lin carried Su Yingying to the door, hefted the heavy red-wrapped object, putting it back on the table.

With a muffled thud.

Su Can was stunned.

Su Yingying’s large Cartelan eyes widened.

Su Tongxi blinked curiously with apricot eyes.

The red cloth, watched by them, was slowly unveiled by Su Lin as if revealing a mystery.

“Meat! It’s meat! Such big meat!”

Su Yingying’s joyous cheer rippled the tea on the table.

The old man was left speechless.

“This! You hit it?”

“Yeah.” Su Lin responded matter-of-factly.

“This morning?”

“Yeah!”

The old man looked at the clock, then at his grandson, full of disbelief — how long had they been out?

Su Lin bragged, rubbing Su Tongxi’s small hand, made faces at her.

Then, Zhao Yaxin came over with the boiling water kettle.

Seeing the glistening meat on the table, she elegantly filled the teapot, speaking calmly:

“Sell half of the meat first. It’s hard to go out now, the meat price should rise a bit. Save the money for next week’s group visit, just right for exchanging some fine grains.”

“Your sister-in-law makes sense,” Su Can quickly agreed, “You’re now in the rebuilding phase, save money, pick some good stuff from the travel group next week.”

“Sell?” Su Lin waved his hand, “I won’t sell!”

Su Can frowned: “Not sell? This over a hundred pounds of meat, your family is just two people, can’t finish in a short time. Do you think there’s still a refrigerator like before? Without the ice cellar of a Level 3 Safe House, it won’t keep!”

Su Yingying, already drooling over the meat, lifted her head blankly, feeling uneasy.

No meat for her?

Su Lin said speechlessly: “Grandpa, what do you take me for? This meat was hunted by me and sister-in-law, how can I take it all for myself?”

Zhao Yaxin’s eyes moved slightly, looking at him: “I didn’t do anything. It was your own shot from over two hundred meters, killing the Mutant Beast, even the meat was processed by you, nothing to do with me.”

Really killed an enemy from two hundred meters away? Su Can’s heart shook again.

Su Lin, unwilling to argue, directly pulled out the Slaughter Saber, skillfully sliced off about a third, packaging it in a red cloth bag.

“I’ll take this much, the rest is yours.”

Zhao Yaxin’s lips parted slightly, about to speak, but Su Lin’s temper hit as well, defiantly sat hugging his little niece, kicked up his legs:

“I said my piece, if you don’t want it, then toss it! And I won’t go hunting tomorrow either!”

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