The Pregnant Mommy Survive on Unlimited Supplies
Chapter 203: Surviving in this turbulent world.

Chapter 203: Surviving in this turbulent world.

Not every woman is alone, struggling to survive in these turbulent times.

At least the women tricked by Fang Xin had families.

But Fang Xin was Hua Mi’s cousin, and everyone knew how well Hua Mi had treated Fang Xin back in the day.

And it was no secret that Hua Mi had a good relationship with the Garrison.

So when Fang Xin came forward, she said Hua Mi could find them jobs that were easy, high-paying, and didn’t involve peddling or doing grueling labor like clearing highways or moving bricks.

The work environment was also comfortable, dignified, safe, and stable.

In such a broken world, who wouldn’t be tempted?

These women were tempted, and so were their families.

Thus, the word spread from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred; almost everyone who knew Fang Xin rushed to ask her for a job.

That’s also why Fang Xin managed to find so many pretty women who volunteered in such a short time, and whose families also agreed not to make trouble.

"Do you not have brains?"

Hua Mi, blocked by two members of the Garrison, cursed at those women,

"Easy work, good environment, high earnings, plus stability, safety, and dignity—try finding me such a job!"

Even she was now jobless, hustling every day through wind and rain, earning a lot, but safe?

Safe my ass!

Life is earned by oneself; when a pie falls from the sky, you have to wonder why it landed on your head.

The women in the room cried for a while, then started arguing,

"Fang Xin is your cousin; you say she deceived us, we think you deceived us too—who knows what’s going on between you and your cousin?"

"Yes, your cousin has been recruiting people in your name; how can you say you’re not responsible?"

"If we hadn’t considered your identity and your relationship with the Garrison, we wouldn’t have been so easily deceived."

"Do you think only a few of us were deceived? Now, who doesn’t want a stable, good job? Chasing after your reputation, the beautiful women flocking to Fang Xin are countless."

They spoke all at once, filled with indignation and self-pity after being deceived.

Hua Mi listened and scoffed,

"You covet returns without investment and still want to blame me?"

"Dream on."

She didn’t care anymore; saving these women from danger was already an accomplishment.

Believe it or not, in other cities, once women fall into debauchery, there’s little chance of getting them back.

However, this bitch Fang Xin really impressed Hua Mi; after not seeing her for days, Fang Xin had evolved from a White Lotus to a vile, poisonous one.

Her actions had severely disgusted Hua Mi.

Hua Mi turned to Liu Shengyuan and asked,

"Has Boss Gong said what to do with those street scum once they’re caught?"

Liu Shengyuan’s face was stern,

"Commander Gong said to detain them collectively and execute them publicly."

"That’s fine, you get busy here; I’ll go knife a couple of people."

Saying this, Hua Mi picked up a street scum who was still conscious and made him lead her to Fang Xin and her daughter.

"I’m just a Little Gangster, I don’t know anything, Sister Hua..."

The scrawny street scum, wearing only underwear, was kicked in the back by Hua Mi.

He fell to the ground, fearing to stop; if he paused, the women behind him, like devils, would punch and kick him.

The street scum got up and staggered forward, shaking from the cold, the icy rain hitting his body, he cried bitterly,

"I’m sorry, I really am, it wasn’t on purpose, I won’t dare to do it again, please spare me, Sister Hua."

He had never thought, working this job, the risks were so high, he was just trying to earn a little more money.

The streets were full of people, and those around him were all street urchins; he was merely influenced by those around him and joined them to earn some money.

Hua Mi, expressionless, continued to drive the street urchins forward.

"Not on purpose, what? Let you off, what? A misstep in life, do you think you get a second chance?"

She believed many people chose the lazy and easy path out of ignorance, not knowing the severity of their problems.

But what about that? Could hurting others be resolved simply by apologizing for the mistake?

Some mistakes can be made, some, once made, mean death.

A skinny street urchin, numbed and white all over from the cold rain, shivering, brought Hua Mi in front of Fang Huai and Fang Xin’s tent,

"Here, this is Fang Huai’s tent, his daughter... might have gone with Brother Monkey to Brother Fen’s place."

"Brother Fen?!"

Hua Mi glanced at the skinny street urchin; she heard a familiar name, Brother Fen.

In her previous life during the apocalypse, Brother Fen was famously known among many base prostitutes as the top pimp.

And the man behind Brother Fen was Chen Hu.

So, in this life, the top pimp Brother Fen was actually in Xiang City?

Hua Mi gripped the kitchen knife in her hand, pointing it at the skinny street urchin,

"Wait here for me, if you dare run, I’ll kill you straight away."

Fang Huai’s tent was located a distance away from the city gate, within a cluster of tents.

The ground was muddy, with rain flowing slowly into a nearby drain.

The cold weather meant hardly anyone was wandering outside.

A few large tents nearby heard some noise but no one came out to check.

Ignoring the street urchin, who was nearly frozen to death, Hua Mi used her kitchen knife to open the curtain of Fang Huai’s tent, met with a wave of stench.

Hua Mi smelled nothing as she wore her breathing apparatus.

Inside the dark tent, Fang Huai lay on the damp bed, having soiled himself, his thin chest rising and falling slightly.

His body was covered in injuries from an earlier beating by Brother Monkey, which had never healed.

He had no money for medicine or food.

Nor the strength to seek help.

"Fang Xin..."

Fang Huai lay on the bed, the cold air seeping into his bones.

His cloudy eyes only saw a figure enter and thought it was his daughter returning,

"Give me something to eat."

"Fang Xin..."

"I’m so cold..."

In such cold weather, still wearing only a thin sweater, how could he not be cold?

It seemed Fang Xin had not taken care of her father for a long time.

Hua Mi stood indifferently in the damp tent, looking down at Fang Huai on the bed, who was nearing life’s end.

The living conditions here were too poor.

"It’s Ah Mi."

Fang Huai finally saw a little clearer; he raised his dry hand, trying to grasp Hua Mi’s but couldn’t reach.

He gasped a few short breaths, smiling,

"Ah Mi, Uncle..."

He didn’t finish his sentence, Fang Huai slowly closed his eyes, his dry hand heavily falling.

He was dead.