Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies - Chapter 158: Let’s Talk

Chapter 158: Let’s Talk

Zhang Yi searched through the other rooms on the second floor again, finding that this level was mainly for entertainment. Besides the pet room, there was a room full of various props called the Hehuan Room and an intriguingly themed Waterbed Room. However, the Waterbed Room was no longer in use. The overall temperature in the shelter was around 10°C, likely because they had started conserving energy due to high consumption.

In the Waterbed Room, Zhang Yi found five or six corpses on the ground.Th.ê most uptod/at𝓮 n𝒐vels a/re published on n(0)velbj)n(.)c/o/m

“No wonder there was such a chill when I came in! So this is the problem,” Zhang Yi remarked. He had seen enough corpses to remain unfazed by the sight.

The six bodies were all women, and very beautiful ones at that. Zhang Yi guessed they were similar to the three girls in the pet room—so-called socialites.

“This shelter isn’t as harmonious as it appears,” Zhang Yi said flatly.

Surviving in a shelter with nine women and two men could easily revert to a primitive societal state. Although Zhang Yi didn’t know exactly how they had died, he could guess.

Regardless, the girls in the pet room were likely involved.

“I need to deal with them. These women, willing to sell their bodies for money, are a menace,” Zhang Yi’s eyes flashed with a determined killing intent. While it was a pity, he would act rationally and do what needed to be done.

Having explored the two floors above ground, Zhang Yi remembered Xu Hao mentioning an underground level. He found the entrance to the basement and descended.

The two underground floors were designed primarily for doomsday survival. B1 looked like the interior of a spaceship, with eight independent rooms, all sealed with heavy alloy doors. There were no keyholes; Zhang Yi guessed they used magnetic cards or retinal scans.

After half a day’s effort, he couldn’t open any of the rooms.

“Looks like I’ll need to pry information from Wang Siming, the owner,” Zhang Yi muttered to himself.

Realizing that only strength ensured survival in the apocalypse, Zhang Yi returned to the first floor after spending over half an hour touring the shelter.

Wang Siming and Lin Geng were still unconscious, as was Xu Hao, who had inhaled even more sleeping gas than the other two and lay on the ground like a dead fish.

Zhang Yi had no patience to wait for them to wake up. He fetched a bucket of water from the kitchen sink and dumped it on Wang Siming’s head. Though the room temperature was around 10°C, the cold water was still a shock.

Wang Siming shivered and slowly opened his eyes.

“Awake?” Zhang Yi’s deep voice reached his ears.

Wang Siming saw Zhang Yi, fully armed, sitting before him. Trying to move, he found himself tightly bound.

“How did you do it?” Wang Siming couldn’t understand how Zhang Yi had turned the tables. He had seen Zhang Yi bound tightly like a mummy.

“In the apocalypse, one needs some survival skills,” Zhang Yi explained briefly, then continued, “You don’t have the luxury to discuss this now. Let’s talk about other things. For instance, how you will cooperate with me to save your life.”

As Wang Siming woke fully, he realized the gravity of his situation. He felt intense frustration. How could his supposedly impregnable shelter be breached so quickly? Ten billion dollars—wasted!

“What do you want?” Wang Siming asked solemnly.

Zhang Yi smiled slightly. “No need to be too nervous. You didn’t kill me when I arrived, so I won’t harm you either. Though I’m not exactly a kind person, I have my principles. Besides, killing you, the heir of the Wang family and the future head of the Lin Group, wouldn’t benefit me.”

Before the apocalypse, Wang Siming’s status was indeed significant. His parents were influential tycoons with substantial backing.

Hearing Zhang Yi’s assurance, Wang Siming relaxed a bit. He took a deep breath and said, “What do you want? We can negotiate. Just don’t harm me.”