Chapter 120 The Crushing Feelings from God's Perspective

Hearing Zhang Zixuan's pleas for mercy, she looked truly pitiful.

The women all looked toward Chen Yu.

They all felt that... although Zhang Zixuan was in a sorry state, those eyes were still so seductive, and her voice was as soft as a cat's meow; any other man would probably have softened his heart.

But Chen Yu didn't even spare her a glance.

This made the women secretly admire him; this level of self-control was truly extraordinary.

Zuo Shi stood by the pile of supplies: "How should we handle these supplies? I'm afraid our backpacks won't be enough to hold them all. Are we going to return them to the other students?"

"Return them? No way!"

"We're definitely not returning them!!"

Before she could finish, Wang Mengmeng was the first to jump up: "These things were swindled by Zhang Zixuan, and now they've been seized by Brother Chen Yu, so they belong to Brother Chen Yu! What do they have to do with those people?"

Zuo Shi was startled by her and quickly waved her hands: "I know, I know! I didn't say we should return them!"

Wang Mengmeng huffed: "They handed over the supplies of their own free will; if they were swindled, it's because they're stupid!"

Zuo Shi was somewhat helpless, her tone calm: "I understand what you mean, and I didn't say we should return them. I'm asking, how are we going to move so much stuff?"

Zhang Wanyue walked over, took a large bunch of rope out of the Public Backpack, and threw it on the ground.

"Use this."

Zuo Shi was stunned, looking down at the pile of rope, frowning: "What's the use of rope?"

Yang Kexin squatted down to pick one up and explained, "As long as you tie the same supplies together, they'll be counted as a single bundle in the backpack space."

Deng Yuxin added from the side, "For example, these cans—if you tie ten into a bundle and put them in, they only count as one item."

Zuo Shi's eyes widened: "That works too?"

Shen Qingci leaned against the wall and nodded: "It's equivalent to... using a bug."

Zuo Shi realized: "My god, it can actually be done like that. If you hadn't told me, I never would have thought of it in my life."

Wang Mengmeng whispered, "Don't tell Liu Ming and the others; it's a secret!"

Zuo Shi gave an "Uh": "Okay, I won't tell anyone..."

Chen Yu waved his hand: "It doesn't matter if you tell them or not. Everyone will find out sooner or later; it's just a matter of time."

Zuo Shi asked curiously: "But how did you find out so quickly?"

Wang Mengmeng smiled: "Brother Chen Yu told us! He's the smartest!"

Zuo Shi fell silent for a few seconds, then squatted down and also picked up a piece of rope.

She subconsciously and curiously activated her Talent.

[Rope]

Type: Common Supply

Length: Approx. 3 meters

Material: Jute

Information: An ordinary hemp rope with decent toughness, can be used for tying, securing, climbing, etc. From the personal backpack of a student in the Acting Department of Haicheng Film Academy.

Additional Information (Grade B): This rope was put into a backpack at the Abandoned Residential Area Station and hasn't been used since; its owner seems to be waiting for an occasion that requires rope.

Zuo Shi was stunned for a moment.

Abandoned Residential Area Station.

Wasn't that the first station?

She looked up at the people around her.

Wang Mengmeng was squatting on the ground, humming a song as she stacked the cans together...

Yang Kexin's movements were nimble, tying up a stack in a few quick motions and casually tossing it into the backpack space...

Deng Yuxin was carefully categorizing the medicines, tying them into small bundles with different ropes...

Their movements were all very practiced.

She followed their example, beginning to stack the scattered cans and tie them tightly with rope.

As she tied them, she couldn't help but mutter to herself.

They had been preparing these things since the first station; could it be that they had long expected a situation like today where supplies would overflow???

Behind everyone...

Zhang Zixuan kept her head down, slowly moving her body, bit by bit, leaning toward the corner of the wall.

She tried her best to avoid making any sound.

No one saw the flicker of malice in her eyes.

Her fingers quietly reached toward the corner.

There was a brick there.

On the surface, it looked no different from the other bricks, but only she knew...

It was something Yang Xuefeng had specially designed inside the Vehicle.

Yang Xuefeng, an important figure within the Debate Society.

A second before the apocalypse arrived, he was in the library, next to a twenty-year-old copy of "Principles of Machinery."

That book allowed him to awaken the Grade B Talent [Wall Reconstruction].

And this Talent allowed him to complete trap designs in his mind instantly.

Give him a few steel rods and a few bricks.

And he could build something lethal.

That's right...

In the basement, Zhang Zixuan had kept a trick up her sleeve.

It was originally meant for those idiotic teachers, but unexpectedly, it had now become an opportunity to turn the tables.

Zhang Zixuan's hand moved slowly.

There were only two meters left until that brick that triggered the trap...

She kept her head down, tears still on her face, looking pitiful, but in those eyes, fear was fading bit by bit.

Hatred surged.

Chen Yu.

You killed my people.

You stole my things.

You made me crawl on the ground.

You made me bark like a dog.

You made me lose all face in front of everyone.

You think it's over?

Her fingers were still moving; less than two meters away, as soon as she pressed it, the steel rods embedded in the wall would spring out.

Six of them.

From different directions.

From different angles.

At the position where Chen Yu was standing, even if he didn't die, he would be severely crippled.

When the tables were turned, she would torture this bastard thoroughly and humiliate him properly.

One cut to sever his Achilles tendons.

Another cut to sever the tendons in his wrists.

Then hang him at the entrance of the Villa.

Let everyone see what the consequences of offending her, Zhang Zixuan, were.

The corners of Zhang Zixuan's mouth could no longer be restrained:

"Chen Yu..."

"I remember now, behind the leftmost shelf, there's another batch of supplies that Zhao Shu hid."

The women's attention was drawn to her.

"Really?"

Zhang Zixuan nodded frantically, "I saw it with my own eyes."

While everyone moved toward the left.

Her hand also gently reached out.

Just a little more.

Just a little more.

As long as she touched it, this group of people would all die.

"Zhang Zixuan."

Chen Yu's voice suddenly rang out, making Zhang Zixuan freeze.

"The third brick to your right."

"It looks a bit larger than the other bricks."

Zhang Zixuan's pupils constricted violently!

She didn't have time to think!

She could only make one last-ditch effort and lunged toward the brick!

"Bang—!!!"

A loud crash!!!

Zhang Zixuan was sent flying!

Chen Yu's hand gripped her neck, pinning her against the wall with her feet off the ground!

His extreme speed was displayed to the fullest in the basement!

Zhang Zixuan's eyes widened; the hand on her neck was like an iron clamp, choking her so she couldn't breathe!

Chen Yu's face was right in front of hers: "President Zhang, a leopard can't change its spots, can it? You love plotting against people so much? If you pressed that brick, we'd all be dead, wouldn't we?"

Zhang Zixuan's eyes widened even further.

She couldn't understand...

Why did he know about that brick?

How did he find out?

Had he noticed that this brick was larger than the others the moment he entered the basement?

What level of focus was this? A high-level Perception Talent?

But how could a high-level Perception Talent have such formidable combat power?!

The women were even more shocked seeing this scene...

They had just felt sorry for Zhang Zixuan, but seeing this now, a chill ran down their spines.

It turned out that all of them had just stood at the gates of hell.

"Bang!"

Chen Yu snorted coldly and threw Zhang Zixuan several meters away; she collapsed on the ground, coughing.

"Alright, continue packing the supplies; let's get back to the Villa early to sleep."

Chen Yu stretched his muscles.

He didn't feel any lingering fear at all.

After all...

He was all too familiar with the people of the Debate Society.

Including Yang Xuefeng's Grade B Talent—how it was designed and how it was triggered—he was all too familiar with it.

Zhang Zixuan's every move could never be hidden from him.

Chen Yu was enjoying this crushing feeling of standing in God's perspective more and more.