Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 89 - 81: Awe

Chapter 89: Chapter 81: Awe

“Shouldn’t we go help her?”

“Will helping her make us any money?”

In one corner of the market, a group of wanderers had set up camp.

Chen Feng adjusted his glasses, his gaze shifted towards the disturbed crowd in the distance.

Zhou Long sat on an abandoned concrete block, his rough fingers intently sharpening the blade, making a “screech screech” sound.

Without lifting his head, he said:

“The Shunfeng Travel Group only had one instruction, to deliver that little girl to them with all her limbs intact and alive. Other than that, even if the sky falls, it has nothing to do with us.”

Chen Feng’s gaze flickered behind his glasses, his sight turning to the figure suppressing Song Yiyi in the field:

“What do you think of that kid?”

Zhou Long paused his hand movements, then finally looked up towards Su Lin in the intense battle, his eyes slightly narrowing, he said:

“Song Yiyi’s strength has always been strange, seemingly having only forty percent of the Flesh Lock’s qi and blood, yet her actual combat power far exceeds her peers. I can see now, it’s because of a special technique. And that guy…”

He paused, his tone carrying a hint of apprehension:

“His proficiency with that technique is far above hers!”

Chen Feng nodded, adding:

“Moreover, it’s obvious this person is a combat experience-lacking talent. His initial moves were still awkward, yet after just a few rounds, his skill is visibly shooting up.”

“Indeed,” Zhou Long replied in a deep voice, “sharp eyes, quick reactions, and a cunning, clear mind.”

He paused, giving a verdict:

“Even if Song Yiyi matched his qi and blood, she wouldn’t stand a chance against him… I don’t know where this freak of a seedling came from. It’s odd; with such talent, his combat experience is so shallow, and his qi and blood still linger at Flesh Lock. What a waste.”

At that moment, a thundering uproar exploded from the distant crowd.

“Good!”

“Su Lin, well fought!”

“Beat this arrogant bitch!”

“Damn it! Who does she think she is! Daring to look down on our Wuyin Village!”

Chen Feng followed the sound and saw Song Yiyi beaten to the point of being defenseless, collapsing and sitting on the ground, her face covered in tears and mucus, utterly pathetic.

The sunlight glinted off Chen Feng’s glasses, reflecting a blinding white light that concealed the emotions in his eyes.

He adjusted his glasses frame, his voice low:

“That technique… maybe we can learn it too. Should we…?”

“Forget it,” Zhou Long interrupted him, shaking his head and resuming his knife sharpening.

“Song Yiyi has the Shunfeng Travel Group backing her, can’t afford to offend them. That Su Lin, from the commotion, seems to be from an upper family in this village, even more troublesome to touch.”

“Boss! Boss!” A wanderer ran over, his face full of joy, panting heavily as he stopped in front of Zhou Long.

“The Su Family from Wuyin Village sent word, saying they have a large batch of beast meat for sale, asking if we want it!”

“A large batch of beast meat? Su Family?”

Zhou Long and Chen Feng both froze, exchanged a glance, and simultaneously directed their gaze back to the figure at the center of the crowd.

Zhou Long suddenly stood up, with a “clang,” he sheathed his gleamingly sharpened knife:

“Let’s go! Take me there!”

For the Wanderer Clan, the value of beast meat is only second to the critical House Title Deed!

No matter the amount, it must be secured.

However… that Su Lin, seems to be from the Su Family?

…

“—Clown.”

Song Yiyi’s all-out punch missed, the enormous momentum making her stumble forward like a puppet with cut strings, almost falling flat on her face.

Su Lin’s cold, mocking two words were like the final heavy hammer, smashing her last shred of pitiful dignity.

“Waaaah!” Unable to hold it any longer, she sat down hard in the dust, bruised and swollen, crying loudly.

The deafening cheers and vicious curses around her were like countless needles piercing her, leaving only endless grievance and bone-deep fear.

Su Lin looked down at her from above, snorting coldly.

All show, no substance.

Besides that pitifully basic qi and blood technique, she’s utterly useless.

However, this only confirmed his suspicion.

This woman is likely a second-generation from some fallen high-level camp, otherwise, she wouldn’t have developed such an ignorant and arrogant personality.

He shook his head, completely giving up the idea of recruiting her.

This kind of woman, though not a burden, is nothing more than a vase.

Falling from the clouds into the mire, having endured the catastrophe of losing her family and becoming a mere wanderer, yet still remaining so arrogant and spoiled, it seems you really can’t carve rotten wood.

“Let’s go, Tongxi,” Su Lin said in a flat tone.

Su Tongxi seemed gentle, yet at this moment showed not a trace of pity for the wailing Song Yiyi on the ground.

She obediently responded with a sweet smile on her face and went forward to affectionately hold Su Lin’s arm.

The surrounding crowd focused their awed gazes on Su Lin.

If earlier they had only seen his quick wit, right now, everyone clearly realized that this once reckless third-generation of the Su Family had already undergone transformation, becoming someone they needed to look up to.

Though rules and regulations have been established over the past three years of the apocalypse, in the end, fists still speak the loudest!

Su Lin so easily crushed the arrogant Song Yiyi, implying that now in the entire Wuyin Village, almost only those high-ranking Tendon Lock Martial Artists can match him!

Among the crowd.

Hou Yong clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his expression complex to the extreme.

He looked at the dazzling figure of Su Lin, envy, jealousy, and an indescribable pain interwoven in his eyes.

“If I had such power… if I had… Black Scale Village… I would definitely kill them all!”

He roared inwardly.

The person he once fooled as a fool is now someone he needs to look up to.

In the past, he was just like Su Lin, a despised sluggard.

Later.

He was forced to witness the tragic scene of his father and wife being tortured and eaten, yet he remained an incorrigible rogue.

It wasn’t until Squad Leader Zhong announced plans to cooperate with Black Scale Village that those deliberately buried memories exploded, jolting him from his numb stupor.

Seeing the equally devastated Su Lin now becoming so strong and brilliant…

Hou Yong’s mindset quietly cracked with a rift.

Recently, he has been unwilling to approach Su Lin anymore.

…

After dismissing the episode with Song Yiyi, Su Lin directly took Su Tongxi away from the bustling market.

This trip, truly disappointing to the utmost.

Along the way, not to mention finding one who suited his tastes, there wasn’t even one marginally passable.

Comparatively, Song Yiyi, whom he called rotten wood, seemed to stand out among the mediocre.

At least in terms of strength and appearance, she was acceptable.

Unfortunately, her disposition was too poor, not fit for major use.

Feeling his disappointment, Su Tongxi gently comforted:

“Brother Kirin, don’t lose heart. Later, certainly more Wanderer Clans will come. We’ll look again. Surely, we’ll find the suitable ones.”

“Hopefully,” Su Lin sighed, internally self-reflecting if he was too picky.

But thinking of future everyday life with tenants, possibly even a lifetime, he was indeed unwilling to settle.

Leaving the marketplace, Su Lin’s gaze unintentionally swept by Gouhuo Tavern on the side, halting his steps.

“Since we’re here, let’s drop by to see Old Liu,” he said.

The tavern is well-informed, maybe he could glean some suitable tenant hints from Old Liu Jun.

Su Tongxi naturally had no objections.

The two approached the tavern and saw two slightly familiar figures guarding the entrance.

Su Lin frowned.

“Squad Leader Zhong’s tenants?”

Those two, seeing Su Lin approaching, their eyes flickered, seeming to want to stop him but not daring, having a hesitant expression.

Su Lin ignored them and directly pushed open the creaking wooden tavern door.

As the door opened, Zhong Wubin’s angry roar greeted them:

“Liu Jun! Do you know what three pieces of Treasure Meat mean to the village?! Your second team is so selfish, only caring for yourselves. Did you ever think of the village’s bigger picture?!”

Liu Jun’s cold and restrained voice countered sharply:

“Squad Leader Zhong, these three pieces of meat, two were caught by our second team’s brothers risking their lives!

“The other was specifically gifted by the city-level guest to the Su Family!

“No matter which piece, how to use, how to distribute, it’s our responsibility!

“We can’t bear the label of ’selfishness’ and ’disregarding the bigger picture’!”

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