Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 185: The Corridor Battle

Chapter 185: Chapter 185: The Corridor Battle

Just when they hadn’t reacted, Song Yi suddenly struck, wielding an air gun.

It was the kind used for furniture making. This one had a short range, but the speed was very fast, capable of firing those five to seven centimeter nails.

"Pop pop pop..."

A barrage of indiscriminate shooting ensued, and his actions were quick, moving from the right side to hiding on the left.

Jhiang Yuan was also on this side, and neither of them acted rashly. The two men who had come up from outside were now dead.

"Damn it, get up there, I don’t believe this," someone cursed.

This time, the group wasn’t coming blindly. They were carrying wooden planks of various sizes in their hands.

Apparently, they were hastily found and intended to be used as shields.

However, it wasn’t quite suitable.

This time, three people had come up to the platform, and there was still no response from their side.

Song Yi looked up, glancing at the convex mirror that had just been installed.

From inside, he could see the specific situation in the stairwell.

The three men, not knowing the exact circumstances, lowered their wooden boards slightly, seeing that everything around them appeared safe.

"Big brother, seems like there’s no one here."

The man in "camouflage clothing" behind also spoke up, "Everyone together, I don’t believe it. We can’t take down these few people."

As he spoke, they indeed started moving.

Zhang Kaiyang and Liang Kang each had a rope in hand, taking deep breaths and fearing they were not prepared in time, which could spoil the whole operation.

Song Yi was quite calm; the group quickly advanced, intending to attack en masse.

"On my count..."

At the command, Zhang Kaiyang quickly pulled the rope in his hand.

Flour bombs came from all directions, hitting the group of people.

There must have been seven or eight who came up. They immediately went to shield their eyes as the dust was quite formidable.

"Charge..."

Jhiang Yuan also shouted, and all the female compatriots picked up their water guns.

Lined up, using the computer desks as barriers, they began shooting at the people on the other side.

Because of the flour, they couldn’t see the exact situation clearly.

However, Jhiang Yuan had said that the water guns contained pepper spray; just aim for the upper body, preferably targeting the eyes and nose and mouth.

"Ah..."

"Ah..."

The girls were afraid, but now they were also very ferocious.

The whole process lasted only a minute before Jhiang Yuan loudly yelled, "Retreat!"

Everyone withdrew from the fight and hid.

In the shadows, Song Yi started firing indiscriminately, and Zhang Kaiyang also had a set of sleeve arrows to assist in the shooting.

The people below hadn’t come up, but someone was getting impatient.

Since they hadn’t revealed their trump card yet, it proved that this group did not have "guns."

Otherwise, the hot-tempered "camouflage clothing" leader would have definitely started shooting crazily by now.

"Go..."

Once Song Yi gave the word, Zhang Kaiyang took the lead and dashed out.

He wanted to check the situation in the corridor. Now the bodies were strewn all over, and it was important to ensure that each one was down for the count.

It was a professional job to finish off those still alive.

Song Yi then jumped over and grabbed a bag, one of the handmade explosives crafted just a moment ago.

It was made with fireworks Jhiang Yuan had prepared earlier. Although the firepower couldn’t compare with a real bomb, the effect was still quite good.

Below, there was a series of crackling sounds as Song Yi started with those closest, his Tang Sword drawn from its sheath.

He quickly eliminated two people, and Jhiang Yuan, observing the situation from her side, found her water gun of no use.

The corridor was cluttered with bodies in every direction, making it impossible to step down.

On the other side, Liang Kang was still holding two ropes and couldn’t leave them unattended.

"Damn it, we’re going all in. Mianmian, Fan Qing, come and keep watch..."

"Okay!"

Ye Mianmian had fought alongside her countless times, and by now they were quite in sync.

She surged into the corridor and moved the obstructive people out of the way.

"Dad, come help!"

"Alright!"

Jhiang Xingzhi took the "corpse" from Jhiang Yuan’s hands and flung it straight out of the window.

She was startled by the sudden burst of strength; after all, they had to at least clear a path to walk through!

Just after tossing two away, Jhiang Yuan at the side started dragging the others aside.

Song Yi and the rest hurriedly retreated, appreciating the clear path Jhiang Yuan had made as they left.

"Quick, come back!"

They all hastened back as the people below crazily charged over, taking giant leaping strides.

In an instant, they were before them, eyes bulging with rage—truly terrifying.

Jhiang Yuan could clearly see the redness in their eyes. They were driven to desperation.

"Liang Kang, three..."

Song Yi’s voice was resonant and strong.

At the command, Liang Kang quickly pulled the rope.

The covering above suddenly fell. This time it wasn’t water or flour.

But the round beads they had prepared earlier—Jhiang Yuan watched, puzzled as they rained down.

"No, what are those white things?"

The small beads were basically eight millimeters in size, some even six millimeters.

Among them were interspersed white balls that she had never seen before.

Those ascending were confounded, recoiling instinctively as the beads hit them.

But the confusion only lasted for an instant.

When they moved again, it was with surprising difficulty.

It was as if something sticky was holding them back—Jhiang Yuan was taken aback. Could those white balls be glue?

There was no time to think; Song Yi sprang into action, opening fire on the group.

Still, they could not withstand the relentless assault.

"Liang Kang, four..."

"Here..."

People had already barged in, the computer desks knocked askew.

Each one wielding a large Tang Sword, the danger was extreme.

Not daring to delay, Liang Kang quickly pulled the last rope.

"Cover your nose and mouth..."

Then, something resembling a smoke grenade flew from the walls, five of them, trailing white smoke.

Song Yi had forewarned them, and everyone covered their mouths and noses, donning their masks.

The remaining assailants were not so fortunate.

They started sneezing wildly, as if struck with a severe cold—very serious.

"Now..."

This was an excellent opportunity to break free from the sticky entrapment.

But sneezing, an involuntary bodily function, wasn’t so easily controlled.

The leader in camouflage clothing caught on too, urging everyone to cover their noses and mouths.

But it was far too late, and Song Yi led them in a counterattack.

Jhiang Yuan knew—the hunt had begun.

These people were a scourge on society, not one could be spared.

The Tang Sword was drawn, blood splattered everywhere.

The opponents were many, but so were they, and the corridor was too cramped for either side to fight effectively.

However, the opposition was not weak, now engaging in defensive combat.

Song Yi confronted the leader in camouflage clothing, stabbing him with a knife, but he erupted with an unknown force.

Yanking the knife out, he screamed madly...