Speaking of companions, Fang Chang and Ji Rou Rou both looked as if it were a matter of course, without any guilt.
They didn't think at all that the deaths of those people were due to their betrayal, but rather blamed the villa owner for not opening the door to let them in.
This kind of robber-like logic would truly make capitalists weep.
It was a perfect embodiment of the attitude that "I am weak, therefore I am right."
After Fang Chang decisively fled with Ji Rou Rou, they never left the Yuhu Tianxia residential area.
After all, not all villas were fortified like Xu An's home.
Fang Chang tried his old trick and soon pried open a villa a distance away from Xu An's, hiding inside with Ji Rou Rou.
As the saying goes, evil spirits live a thousand years.
Fang Chang and Ji Rou Rou were truly lucky. The villa they pried open apparently belonged to a snack streamer.
Perhaps the owner left in too much of a hurry, leaving behind a considerable amount of food and water.
For the two who had been hungry for half a month, this was the first time they dared to eat and drink to their heart's content.
After filling his stomach, Fang Chang's mind became active again. If the supplies in just one villa were enough for them to live for a month or two, searching the entire villa complex might provide enough to last for a year or two.
Especially that unopened "1-1003." Fang Chang had a hunch that with such meticulous planning and a fortress-like renovation, there must be a considerable amount of supplies stored inside.
However, Fang Chang dared not act rashly. He didn't know what the situation was like in that household, or if there were any survivors inside.
Or how many people there were.
After all, he only had Ji Rou Rou left by his side, whose combat power was approximately zero, no different from a decorative vase.
But he never gave up on "1-1003," always lurking in the shadows, looking for an opportunity.
He thought to himself, "If I could find a way to open that door, perhaps I could survive for five or six years."
Later, Fang Chang shared his thoughts with Ji Rou Rou.
After listening, Ji Rou Rou replied, "Brother, I think you're right. When we knocked on the door, I already felt something was off about that place. I suspected there were people inside, and they deliberately didn't open the door for us."
Fang Chang looked at her with a sneer. What was she suspecting? At that moment, this woman was so scared she wanted to crawl into a mouse hole.
But he didn't expose her. To pacify internal affairs, he needed to use this woman for now.
Ji Rou Rou blinked her innocent, deer-like eyes at Fang Chang, which ignited his desire.
No wonder the ancients said that after satisfying hunger and warmth, lust arises.
Once these two ate their fill, their minds wandered to improper thoughts.
In layman's terms, they were too full!
Ji Rou Rou was certainly not at a disadvantage; Fang Chang was a top-tier catch compared to the bald old men she used to cater to.
"Brother, what do you think we should do? If they have too many people, we definitely can't compete with them."
Fang Chang was also considering this. The fact that they could indifferently watch so many people die at their doorstep without opening the door showed that this person was a tough character.
As he thought this, his gaze drifted to Ji Rou Rou's beautiful, clean face, and then down to her ample curves.
Thanks to the previous resident leaving behind plenty of water, Ji Rou Rou could even afford to wash her face, allowing her to stay so clean in the apocalypse.
With a thought, Fang Chang said, "Rou Rou, you're so beautiful, why don't you go and try to persuade them?"
Ji Rou Rou rolled her eyes internally, thinking, "You want to use me to curry favor? Just wait until I find a bigger backer, and I'll dump you!"
On the surface, however, she maintained a pitiable appearance, cowering in Fang Chang's arms.
She kept murmuring softly, "Brother, do you think this plan will work? I'm scared. That person didn't open the door even when so many people were dying at their doorstep."
Fang Chang was also contemplating the feasibility of this plan, casually looking at her and thinking of other strategies.
He held her in his arms, and in broad daylight, they began to get intimate.
There were no spectators around, and no one knew what kind of act these two were putting on.
Their professionalism was such that even the Oscars owed them a statuette.
...
Fang Chang naturally assumed the owner of that household was a man.
In his cognition, only men could possess such meticulous thinking and construct such robust defenses in the apocalypse.
Men, after all, were all about the same things.
Although Ji Rou Rou's combat power was useless, her face was quite attractive.
In this war-torn apocalypse, finding someone like Ji Rou Rou was rare.
Fang Chang didn't believe the other party wouldn't be tempted.
...
Fang Chang had been watching "1-1003" for several consecutive days without any activity.
Finally, three days ago, he saw a woman with a dog appear in his line of sight.
While he was overjoyed, he was also annoyed. He had calculated everything, but never expected the homeowner to be a woman.
This way, his previous idea of having Ji Rou Rou use "beauty tricks" would be useless.
He then reconsidered: if beauty tricks wouldn't work, why not try charm tactics? He could personally approach them, and then he'd surely have them under his thumb.
The narcissist Fang Chang, through Ji Rou Rou's day-to-day flattery, had gradually lost himself.
He even felt that he was condescending.
He looked at his reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, a man with greasy hair plastered to his scalp, and a confident, enigmatic smile appeared on his face.
He said, "Little brat! Can't I still take you down?"
After admiring himself, he hid behind the curtains to continue observing the other party.
Therefore, he missed the most exciting part – the watermelon-slashing, no, the zombie-slashing segment.
It wasn't until he saw the woman leading her half-tall dog, looking anxious, return to 1-1003 that Fang Chang emerged from behind the curtains.
Remembering the husky with blood all over its mouth, he laughed.
This foolish woman, it seemed he wouldn't even need to make a move; she would get herself killed!
Fang Chang had personally seen the dog bite a zombie, and within half an hour, it would surely turn.
He viciously thought, it would be best if that dog mutated and bit everyone in that household to death!
This way, he could obtain all their supplies without lifting a finger.
After all, compared to living people, zombies, who lacked thought and had slow movements, were easier to deal with.
Fang Chang let out a cold laugh, mocking the woman in his heart. She was truly foolish. Even now, she hadn't quickly killed that dog and was still thinking of taking it back!
Truly deserving of death!