Chapter 32: Embracing a Beauty While Laughing at the Enemy – The Ultimate Provocation and Humiliation!

Su Meier was completely stunned.

She stared blankly at the sturdy-looking wooden chair that had appeared out of thin air,

then looked at the man who had plopped down on it, stretching comfortably. Her brain momentarily couldn't process the scene.

So... this was what he meant by 'preparing properly'?

'Come here.'

Leaning back in the chair, Su Ze crooked a finger at Su Meier, who was still frozen in place, a lazy smile playing on his lips.

'Give me a shoulder rub.'

Su Meier's heart pounded violently. She couldn't fathom this man at all.

But she didn't dare disobey. Her instinct for survival suppressed all her confusion and fear.

Moving with stiff steps, she walked over, circled behind the chair,

and placed her pair of soft, boneless hands on Su Ze's shoulders.

The man's shoulders were broad and solid.

Even through the thin layer of fabric, she could feel the explosive power contained within.

Su Meier didn't dare slack off, carefully beginning to knead.

But her mind was in too much turmoil. The pressure from her hands was erratic, light then heavy, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

'Su... Landlord...'

She couldn't hold back any longer, her voice carrying a barely perceptible tremor,

'Jiang Haiqing... he, they really came looking. They sent me private messages cursing at me, and said they would... deal with you...'

'I'm waiting for them to come. Otherwise, why would I agree to let you quit?' Su Ze replied leisurely, his eyes closed.

'But...' Su Meier still wanted to say something.

Su Ze received a private message from Zhou Kai.

[Zhou Kai: Boss! They're coming up! Jiang Haiqing brought four others, five in total! They look furious! I checked, Wang Meng and his crew aren't with them!]

With a thought, Su Ze sent back a single word.

[Got it]

Then, he opened his eyes.

'Alright, stop rubbing.'

'They're here.'

Su Meier's heart lurched, and she instinctively took half a step back.

But Su Ze patted his own thigh, a meaningful smile appearing on his face.

'Sit here.'

'Huh?'

Su Meier was utterly bewildered, wondering if she had misheard.

Jiang Haiqing and his gang were about to storm their door any moment,

yet he wasn't rushing to prepare for battle or thinking about how to set up defenses.

Instead... he wanted her to sit on his lap?

What kind of arrogance was this! What kind of contempt!

Though reason told her that the more Su Ze seemed to look down on Jiang Haiqing, the more confident he likely was.

But... but she was still terrified!

What if? What if he was just bluffing?

Seeing Su Meier frozen in place, Su Ze's brow raised slightly. He didn't urge her,

but his calm gaze held more pressure than any stern rebuke.

Su Meier shuddered, not daring to hesitate a second longer.

She bit her full lower lip and walked over slowly, as if resigned to her fate.

Then, she turned sideways and stiffly sat down on Su Ze's thigh.

The man's strong, powerful arm naturally encircled her slender waist, anchoring her firmly in his embrace.

Su Meier's body went rigid as a rock. Her cheek pressed tightly against the man's warm chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat, while her own heart drummed chaotically.

And in the very next second.

'Su Meier! You fucking bitch! Get the hell out here!'

A deliberately hushed roar of rage came from the direction of the stairwell, accompanied by a chaotic, heavy stampede of footsteps.

Five tall, burly men with rough faces charged over aggressively.

Leading them was Jiang Haiqing.

When they saw the suggestive scene at the end of the corridor,

all five men's footsteps halted simultaneously, the fury on their faces instantly replaced by jealousy and humiliation!

'Fuck!'

Jiang Haiqing's eyes instantly reddened, his teeth grinding audibly.

This woman, just last night, was groveling and begging to join his Dormitory.

They had been busy dealing with the initial crisis of the apocalypse, thinking they'd 'enjoy' this exquisite beauty once they were settled. They hadn't even touched a single finger of hers.

But now, this plaything that should have been theirs,

was nestled obediently in another man's arms!

'Su Ze! You're fucking looking to die!'

A hot-tempered athlete, his eyes bloodshot, made as if to charge forward.

'Take it easy,'

Su Ze's leisurely voice rang out. He didn't even bother looking at the shouting man.

'Don't wake up the little darlings who are sleeping.'

'Besides...'

He gestured for the five to look beside his Dormitory door.

All five men's movements froze.

They finally realized.

Su Ze's Dormitory had a turret!

That menacing-looking black turret stood silently there now, its dark arrow slot resembling the maw of a beast waiting to devour its prey.

A chill crawled up their spines.

Jiang Haiqing's face darkened, almost dripping with malice, his eyes flashing with wariness.

'Su Ze, isn't this a bit underhanded? Stealing someone else's tenant, what kind of skill is that?'

He forced down his anger, speaking coldly.

'Don't think for a second that a lousy turret means you can rest easy in this building!'

Su Ze smiled, saying nothing.

He merely extended a hand, gently stroking the smooth back of Su Meier in his arms,

a gesture full of possessiveness and reassurance.

Su Meier's entire body was stiff, but she forced herself to relax, burying her cheek deeper into the man's chest.

This scene pierced the eyes of Jiang Haiqing and his four companions!

'Su Meier!'

Jiang Haiqing glared at her venomously: 'Have you forgotten how you begged us to take you in last night? You ungrateful bitch!'

'Exactly! If it weren't for us, you'd have died outside last night!'

'And now you're sitting in another man's lap? How fucking slutty!'

Filthy insults poured out incessantly.

Su Meier's body trembled violently, her face turning as pale as paper.

She could feel the arm holding her hadn't changed at all.

The man was still waiting.

Waiting for her to take a stand.

Su Meier forcibly suppressed the fear in her heart and slowly lifted her pitifully beautiful face.

Her captivating peach-blossom eyes now shimmered with unshed tears, the corners slightly reddened.

It didn't diminish her charm in the slightest; instead, it added a fragile, alluring vulnerability that begged to be plucked.

Her arms trembled slightly, yet she still deliberately draped them lazily around Su Ze's neck,

her soft body, as if boneless, actively snuggled closer into the man's embrace, completely surrendering herself in a gesture that declared her allegiance.

Only then did she turn to Jiang Haiqing. Her red lips parted slightly, her voice sweet and seductive, carrying a perfectly timed tremor.

'Jiang Haiqing, thank you for taking me in last night. But from now on... and forever after... I belong to the Landlord.'

The words 'the Landlord' were like four resounding slaps across the faces of Jiang Haiqing and his men!

'You motherfucking...'

Jiang Haiqing trembled with rage, his lungs about to explode!

But no matter how furious they were, they didn't dare step into the turret's two-meter attack range.

The frustration was driving them mad!

Suddenly, as if remembering something, a savage, cold smile twisted Jiang Haiqing's face.

'You think a lousy turret can really protect you?'

He flipped his hand, and several pieces of metal-gleaming Iron Material appeared in his palm.

'Brothers! Get your materials out! We'll stand back and smash it!'

The other four men's eyes lit up, pulling Iron Material and stone material from their backpacks.

'Right! Smash it to pieces!'

'Damn it, let's see how he acts tough without his turret!'

All five men wore savage grins.

The turret's attacks were powerful, but its range was only two meters.

As long as they destroyed it from a distance, Su Ze would be meat on the chopping block!

Hearing this, Su Meier's face instantly paled. She forced herself to look calmly at Su Ze.

However, Su Ze let out a soft 'pfft' of laughter.

'Good idea,'

he nodded approvingly.

Then, he also flipped his hand. A large pile of Iron Material and stone material clattered to the ground at his feet.

'Perfect timing. I have some materials here too.'

Jiang Haiqing and the others were stunned for a moment, then their savage grins widened.

'What, want to have a throwing match? There are five of us and one of you. Can you out-throw us? At worst, we'll take a few hits. But once the turret's gone... you'll wish you were dead!'

'No, no, no,'

Su Ze shook his head, his smile turning incredibly strange.

'Who said anything about throwing them at you?'

Holding the beauty in his arms, he spoke slowly in an extremely teasing tone.

'These things are for throwing at the little darlings sleeping in the corridor... and on the stairwells above and below.'

'What do you think...'

Su Ze's voice dropped very low, and he gave a sinister smile.

'...if I wake up all these zombies, I can just hold my beauty, turn around, go back to my Dormitory, and shut the door...'

'But you?'

'From the fourth floor, fighting your way back to your third-floor Dormitory... can you guarantee you'll make it through unscathed?'

'You should know... getting hurt by a zombie, even just a tiny scratch...'

'...can lead to infection, you know...'

As his words fell,

the savage smiles on the faces of Jiang Haiqing and his four companions instantly froze.

The corridor fell into a deathly silence.