Chapter 149 The Second Floor Falls, Zhuang Qianhao's Resolute Actions

Distress messages from the Second Floor were frantically flooding the Public Channel.

[2nd Floor-251-Lu Liao (tenant): Help! My door is about to break! Who has materials! Trade them to me quickly!]

[2nd Floor-947-Yu Gang (landlord): Fuck! I just gave all my materials to the First Floor! Now it's our turn, why the hell aren't you guys helping!]

[2nd Floor-567-Jiang Geng (landlord): I beg you! I don't want to die!]

[2nd Floor...]

The Public Channel fell silent for a few seconds.

Then, a few scattered replies began to appear.

[5th Floor-841-Li Wei (tenant): Brother, it's not that I won't help... I can barely hold on myself.]

[7th Floor-742-Zhao Jianjun (landlord): I'm sorry... I really don't have any spare materials left.]

[9th Floor-426-Huang Lanlan (landlord): Brothers on the second floor, take care...]

No one was willing to give away materials anymore.

Just moments ago, they thought that if the First Floor held out, the zombies would stay there. But now... the zombies had already swarmed up.

At a time like this, who cared about the lives of others?

The players on the second floor completely exploded in rage.

[2nd Floor-944-Chen Ziqi (tenant): You bastards! We gave all our materials to the First Floor just now! Now that it's our turn, you just don't care?!]

[2nd Floor-262-Yan Li (tenant): Fuck your mothers! I'll remember you! I won't let you off even as a ghost!]

[2nd Floor-201-Zhao Xiaogang: @2nd Floor-288-Pang Bai, Brother Pang! You're the leader of our second floor! Say something!]

[2nd Floor...]

Pang Bai's private chat panel was flashing frantically.

Message after message for help poured in, each carrying despair and anger.

He sat in his Dormitory, hands clenched, his expression looking incredibly grim.

"Brother Pang..."

The members in the Dormitory looked at him, hesitating to speak.

Pang Bai took a deep breath, his finger pausing over the virtual panel for a few seconds.

Ultimately, he still opened the Public Channel.

[2nd Floor-288-Pang Bai: I'm sorry.]

[2nd Floor-288-Pang Bai: I want to live too.]

Those two short sentences were like the final straw that broke the camel's back.

In the Public Channel, the curses from the second-floor players instantly erupted.

After speaking,

Pang Bai closed the Public Channel.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, not wanting to see those curses anymore, only weeping as he traded many common weapons to those second-floor players.

The members in the Dormitory looked at each other, but no one spoke.

They all knew that Pang Bai wasn't wrong.

In this situation, who didn't want to live?

Time passed, and before long...

Boom!

A loud crash came from next door.

Immediately after, shrill screams rang out.

"Aaaah! Help! The zombies are in!"

"My door is broken! Fuck! Fuck your mothers! You bastards!"

"I... I don't want to die... Where's Su Ze? Su Ze, where the fuck are you?!"

"I'll fucking hack you all to death!! Ah!!!"

"It hurts so much, I won't let you off even as a ghost..."

Screams, curses, weeping...

All sorts of sounds were mixed with the growls of zombies, and soon they fell silent.

The Second Floor began to collapse at an even faster speed than the First Floor.

Inside Dormitory 404.

Jiang Yuwan stared at the rapidly decreasing player count on the Public Channel, her expression looking incredibly grim.

Yao Qingya was producing zombie serum, with Liu Qiaofei helping her; the two women were temporarily unaware of the situation.

Meanwhile, Su Meier, Qiao Yunge, and An Lan knew the situation and remained silent in unison.

Only An Lan and Qiao Yunge's speed in controlling the turrets to kill zombies increased by a few points.

Li Xinran leaned against the wall, unusually refraining from sarcasm.

She also knew that in this situation, no one could do anything.

Unless Su Ze returned, there was truly no solution.

At the same time, on the First Floor.

The durability of Zhuang Qianhao's Dormitory door had already dropped to single digits.

[Warning! Warning! Dormitory door durability is about to hit zero!]

[Warning! Warning! Dormitory door durability is about to hit zero!]

He looked at the number and took a deep breath.

It's over.

It's really over.

He had always been cautious, acting steadily and never taking risks.

After discovering he could join Su Ze, he had joined without hesitation.

He thought that by relying on his own martial strength and brains, he could survive indefinitely by following Su Ze.

But he never expected that he would actually die today.

"Brother Hao..." The members in the Dormitory were pale, "What... what do we do?"

Zhuang Qianhao remained silent.

There were too many zombies.

And they were too strong.

They simply couldn't be stopped.

He closed his eyes, countless images flashing through his mind.

His parents...

And his younger sister.

If he died, what would they do?

Two seconds later.

He snapped his eyes open, a flash of resolve appearing in his gaze.

Since he couldn't survive, he had to find some value in his death.

For example...

If Su Ze could survive and leave this hellhole in the future, maybe he could look after his family based on his past performance.

Thinking of this, he immediately opened the private chat panel.

[Private Chat · Zhuang Qianhao: Ms. Jiang, tell Boss Su Ze that I, Zhuang Qianhao, believed in him as my boss until death. After I'm gone, if Boss Su Ze meets my family someday, then... please take care of them. Thank you!]

After sending this message, he didn't wait for Jiang Yuwan's reply and switched directly to the Public Channel.

[1st Floor-111-Zhuang Qianhao: @All Members, everyone on the First Floor, hear my final command!]

[1st Floor-111-Zhuang Qianhao: Since the outcome is destined, let's fight for the brothers behind us as much as possible!]

[1st Floor-111-Zhuang Qianhao: Once the Dormitory door breaks, kill the zombies! Kill as many as you can!]

These words left the remaining players on the First Floor stunned.

Then, someone replied.

[1st Floor-152-Hu Yiduo: Brother Hao is right! Even if I die, I'll take a few zombies down with me!]

[1st Floor-001-Feng Siyuan: Fuck! Let's do it!]

[1st Floor-999-Li Tao: Brother Hao, I'm with you!]

Zhuang Qianhao looked at these replies, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

He took out that fine quality watermelon knife from his backpack.

The blade glinted with a cold light under the dim illumination.

"Brothers." He turned to look at the members in the Dormitory, "Are you ready?"

The few of them looked at each other and took out weapons from their backpacks one after another.

Some held iron rods, some held kitchen knives, and some just clenched their fists.

"Brother Hao, we're with you."

"Yeah, at worst it's just death!"

Zhuang Qianhao nodded.

He stared at the continuously ticking number on the Dormitory door.

[Warning! Warning! Dormitory door durability is about to hit zero!]

[Durability reaching zero...]

Boom—!

The Dormitory door shattered with a bang.

Countless zombies swarmed in frantically.

"Kill!"

Zhuang Qianhao let out a roar and charged forward with his watermelon knife.

His roommates and brothers behind him roared as they followed him in the charge.

On the other side, Jiang Yuwan received a private message.

[Private Chat · Chen Xueming: We raced against time and jointly manufactured five; raw materials were limited, this is all we have...]