Rebirth: I Am Super Rich in Apocalypse
Chapter 230: Escaping a Disaster

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: Escaping a Disaster

"They’re so stupid, look at all this stuff—we can eat for a while with this."

"Ow, why did you hit me?"

"What are you blabbing about, we’re outside."

Old Xu scolded, a cautious man through and through.

"So what, everyone in the building is nearly dead anyway."

"Bullshit. There are still some tough cookies upstairs, so you’d better shut the hell up."

Then, silence really did fall.

Listening to the sound of the door opening, there were at least four or five people.

After waiting a few minutes, Song Yi motioned everyone to head back.

This time they went straight to 2102, his place had heating, which made it somewhat better.

"Brother Song, how did things become such a mess? I don’t even know what’s going on!"

Yeah, it’s a bit chaotic, but still clear enough to make sense of.

"Yeah, we thought the group on the twelfth floor were our main rivals at first.

But the real big boss turned out to be someone else."

Liang Kang was also stunned today, he had never been part of anything like this before.

If he hadn’t been living on the twentieth floor, they probably wouldn’t have brought him along.

"I don’t care about that, but did you hear what the people on the eighth floor said? They’ve noticed us too.

Besides, the twelfth-floor people know when they go out and come back."

They were even quicker than us this time, which proved they were keeping an eye on us.

Room 1202 knew only about the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

"Yeah, Jhiang Yuan is right, we absolutely can’t just sit around waiting to die.

Both groups are bad news; we need to deal with them sooner rather than later."

Song Yi frowned, giving off a vibe like an ’80s Hong Kong gangster movie boss.

"The people on the eighth floor seem to be numerous too. If I remember correctly, they should be living in 0802. But there are only two rooms there, isn’t that strange?"

Ye Mianmian also remembered something. She seemed to have an impression of that person on the eighth floor.

"I don’t remember very clearly, but back when it rained, there was a guy on the third floor who took us to the supermarket upstairs to buy a lot of stuff.

I seem to recall the eighth floor people were there too. During the conversation, they mentioned they were part of a transport fleet, that kind of thing.

Whether they all live in 0802, I’m not sure."

"People from a transport fleet?"

"Yeah, that’s why he even took the co-driver’s seat willingly, so I kind of remember."

If that’s the case, as a dormitory or shared housing,

there might be more than just four or five people inside, maybe even more.

And at least, they’d all be young and strong.

"So what do we do?"

The appearance of this group today was completely unexpected, they didn’t act rashly because they didn’t know the other side’s cards.

Old Xu was much smarter than Old Wu. He rarely showed his face and always struck with precision.

"Everyone go back and think it over. Let’s meet tomorrow morning to talk it over, it’s getting late now."

"Okay!"

Leaving some time to think it over was a good idea.

After this job, they probably wouldn’t take any more action.

"Um, I have something off-topic."

Fan Qing spoke softly, but everyone heard and looked over.

"What?"

Zhang Kaiyang was a bit confused and asked.

"Well, just now, only two people came up, Xiao Long and Fan Yao seem to be missing."

"Right, how did we forget those two?"

Song Yi had thought of it earlier but didn’t mention it at the time. Now that it was brought up, he didn’t avoid the subject.

"It’s fine, the people downstairs got what they wanted, and now no one is left in 1202.

For us, it’s not a bad thing either."

Well, true, no need to be so anxious.

Jhiang Yuan and Ye Mianmian looked at Fan Qing simultaneously, as she had a score yet to settle.

Deep down, there must be some regret, right?

As if telepathically, she also looked up and met their gazes.

She resolutely shook her head, and both of them were relieved.

Although she harbored hatred, she knew to prioritize the bigger picture, which made her a good person.

The group went back to their homes, and after Jhiang Yuan finished putting things away, she also thought about the situation on the eighth floor.

Alas, such a nuisance, why can’t these people just stop causing trouble?

...

The next morning, the family sat down together for breakfast.

Jhiang Yuan also talked about what happened last night, and her mom and dad listened with stunned expressions but ultimately accepted the reality.

"Daughter, there might be a mistake in what you said."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Jhiang Yuan was somewhat confused, but Jhiang Xingzhi put down his chopsticks and said seriously,

"When I went up to the rooftop to clear the snow this morning, I saw two people, and if I’m not wrong, they must have been Fan Yao and Xiao Long."

"What? Dad, where did you see them?"

Jhiang Yuan was shocked; how could those two be...?

"What are you thinking? I was on the rooftop, and when I was about to throw down the snow, I took a careful look.

Those two probably came back around nine in the morning. I was wondering at the time, why would they go out so early?

But I couldn’t see their faces; it was too far away."

It was indeed quite far, so how could he be so sure it was a man and a woman? Jhiang Yuan had her doubts and asked,

"No question about it, if it were two men, they wouldn’t link arms.

Even if they were worried about slipping, they would hold hands instead of striking that pose."

Jhiang Yuan nodded, the analysis made some sense.

So, it meant Fan Yao and her companion hadn’t come back all of last night.

Then, those people on the eighth floor definitely wouldn’t make a move.

"Dad, did you see if they were carrying anything?"

"This?"

Jhiang Xingzhi carefully recalled, as he had only glanced briefly and hadn’t paid much attention.

"They shouldn’t have had anything, but even if they did have something, they wouldn’t be so ostentatious about it!"

Right, he made a point, even if they had something, they wouldn’t flaunt it.

Xia Chaoyang and Bai Mengmeng ended up being targeted exactly because they showed off their wealth and leaked their affluent status.

"Alright, I’m done eating. I’ll go next door for a bit."

"Have a little more, what’s the hurry?"

"No need, Mom, I’ll be back in a bit."

With such important news, Jhiang Yuan of course wanted to rush to tell everyone.

The others hadn’t arrived yet; only Song Yi was at home.

She didn’t stand on ceremony, sat down on the sofa directly, and told him everything Jhiang Xingzhi saw.

"You mean to say that not only did these two evade a disaster, they might not even know about Old Wu’s mishap?"

See, that’s a different perspective.

No wonder sages say, ’In a thousand readers’ eyes, there are a thousand Hamlets.’

"Yes, that’s likely the case, or else they wouldn’t have come back so brazenly.

If they realized Old Wu hadn’t returned, they would never suspect it was the doing of the people on the eighth floor.

Song Yi, I just had an idea."