Chapter 77: The Death Delivery is Here Again
The four women stared at the pizza. Where did it come from?
“Go ahead, share it amongst yourselves.”
Tang Ze, in a good mood, chuckled. They made him out to be a slave master, a real villain.
He had tried to correct their “bad habits,” but his suggestion had been met with such sharp rejection that he had been stunned.
Especially when An Bai had said, “As Master’s kittens, how can we be worthy of eating at the same table as him? It’s a profanity, a sign of disrespect. Please, Master, respect us, respect our truest feelings.”
Since then, he had let them be, lest they accuse him of trampling on their human rights and disrespecting women. Their verbal attacks had almost knocked him out.
After eating and drinking, it was time to get to work. Not that kind of work. Tang Ze meant finding Qian Zhongran and the others, then heading to Yunhai City. He had to keep his promises.
After getting his revenge, he still had to go to Shuangdong District. He wondered if Ning Qingwei had lied to him.
A big star…
How big?
She couldn’t be smaller than Xi Meng.
“What, you’re not going to eat? You can stay.”
Tang Ze looked at the hesitant Xi Meng.
She quickly explained, “Master, you misunderstand. This is my first apartment. I may never see it again.”
Tang Ze chuckled and lit a cigarette. “Ye Qingyi lasted for about a week. You, not even a day. Are you smart, or just shameless?”
“Serving Master will be my greatest honor from now on.”
She knelt at his feet and gently kissed his shoes, expressing her loyalty.
Tang Ze just smiled. “Alright, I understand. Let’s go.”
“Thank you, Master.”
Xi Meng walked ahead and pressed the elevator button, standing respectfully to the side, like a dutiful secretary.
They didn’t go to the parking garage; the smell was still a bit strong. They went straight to the first-floor entrance.
The four women were dressed in warm down jackets, completely covered up. Only Tang Ze could enjoy the beautiful scenery underneath.
He was choosing a new ride. The Tank 300 had been blown to bits. He felt the backseat was a bit lacking, so he needed to address that.
A Maybach, then. Mercedes was known for its comfortable rear seats. The four-seater Maybach wasn’t suitable, so it had to be the base model, the Maybach 480, a five-seater, just right for them.
“I’ll show you a magic trick.”
“Wow, is Master trying to pick up girls now?”
An Bai asked excitedly.
Tang Ze shrugged. “Do I need to pick you up? It seems like you’re the ones picking me up.”
Ye Qingyi and Sun Ting giggled. Xi Meng, wanting to laugh, didn’t dare.
“Come! Taishang Laojun, as you command, bring me a car!”
A tracked, golden Mercedes-Maybach appeared out of thin air.
The four beauties’ mouths formed “O”s.
“Mengmeng, you drive. Yiyi and Ting Ting, sit in the back with me.”
“Master, Bai wants to sit in the back with you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll take turns.”
Tang Ze was filled with emotion. Before the apocalypse, he was just a nobody. After the apocalypse, he had become a desirable prize.
The five of them got into the car, the great real estate queen now a chauffeur. An Bai kept looking back enviously.
Tang Ze felt this was life, so much more comfortable. “Mengmeng, some soothing music.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Let’s go, Puli Warehouse!”
Tang Ze’s eyes narrowed.
The twelve-cylinder engine roared to life, the tracks sparking against the concrete as they sped out of Shanhu Complex.
The car was a spectacle on the road. Residents stared from their windows, some even shouting for help.
Inside the car, the soundproofing was perfect, with pink ambient lighting, soft music, and the sweet scent of women.
“How long will it take?”
“About half an hour.”
Tang Ze acknowledged. He still had time to fill his energy bar. This was living. Before, it had just been survival.
Xi Meng, driving, gripped the steering wheel tightly, occasionally glancing at the rearview mirror, a hint of longing in her eyes.
At Puli Warehouse, everyone was on edge. Bad rumors had spread, causing panic.
The only things that could pacify them were food and women.
Qian Ming had brought over many women from Huo Wannian’s place and immediately gave ten of them to his men to “taste,” which temporarily stabilized the situation.
“Dad, even if we don’t say anything, they’ll guess.”
Qian Ming was heartbroken. His own brother had turned against him for personal gain.
Qian Zhongran tapped his fingers on the desk. “You need to be careful. Use a combination of carrots and sticks. Kill a few troublemakers, with a gun.”
“I know.”
Qian Ming took the shotgun and left the office.
A bald man, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, came out of a room. “Boss, I’m tired of these. Got any better ones?”
“Yeah, boss, these women are dry, no good.”
Qian Ming smiled and walked over to the bald man. “I do.”
“Then bring them out for us to play with! Hahaha!”
He laughed, but then his laughter died. A shotgun was pressed against his chin.
The bald man was stunned. He forced a smile. “Boss, be careful, it might go off.”
Bang!
In front of a shotgun, everyone is equal. A hole was blown through his head. Qian Ming’s face was splattered with blood and brain matter. The surrounding men were terrified.
“You were right, it went off.”
Qian Ming then looked at the man who had agreed with the bald man.
The man immediately knelt. “Boss, I didn’t say anything, really! Don’t kill me!”
But he was met with the shotgun. The brutal act silenced everyone. They didn’t dare to speak. Two bullets had achieved this effect, and Qian Ming was satisfied.
“Anyone else not satisfied?”
He scanned the crowd. No one spoke.
Just then, a knock on the iron gate.
“Anyone in there? I’m here with a delivery.”
