You three go and kneel down.

Hearing this, Zhang Zihao's heart pounded wildly.

He quickly nodded like a pestle pounding garlic: "It's necessary! Absolutely necessary! Brother Chen, your consideration is too thoughtful! Caution! We must be cautious! You should definitely tie me up! Tying me up is good!"

As he spoke, the corner of his eye uncontrollably glanced at the shadow beside the bed.

Lying there was a half-worn tailor's scissors.

The tool left behind by the supermarket's original owner had, at this moment, become his life-saving straw.

"Brother Chen!"

Zhang Zihao said, his voice choked with sobs: "I swear! I swear to heaven! I will never mess up again!"

Deng Yuxin looked at her boyfriend's repentant appearance, and to say she didn't feel heartache would be a lie.

After so many years of feelings, she found it equally difficult to let go.

Even though she now belonged wholeheartedly to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu nodded, not sparing Zhang Zihao another glance, and simply walked straight out of the room.

Deng Yuxin followed him, looking somewhat flustered.

Only Zhang Zihao remained, watching the door close, his eyes gradually darkening... Zhang Wanyue had just finished organizing supplies downstairs and met Chen Yu, who was about to leave, in the corridor.

She blurted out: "You're going out? Outside... it might still be unsafe."

"Yes, someone has to go take a look."

Chen Yu's voice was calm, and his steps didn't pause as he walked past her.

But he didn't go downstairs.

Instead, he directly pushed open the door across the corridor, which was Li Mengyao's room.

"!"

Zhang Wanyue froze in the corridor, exchanged a look with Deng Yuxin, and then followed them suspiciously.

Inside the room.

Chen Yu sat on the edge of the bed, ignoring the bewildered looks of Li Mengyao and Wang Mengmeng, and slowly began: "Within one hour, he will break into this room."

Instantly, everyone understood what Chen Yu intended to do.

He... wanted to test human nature.

Chen Yu leaned back, lay down on the bed, clasped his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes.

Deng Yuxin proactively moved closer: "Chen Yu, you must be exhausted from the fighting just now. Let me massage your legs~"

This sudden leg massage left everyone else in the room stunned.

Wang Mengmeng reacted the fastest. She shoved the dazed Li Mengyao hard: "Go quickly! Li Mengyao! What are you standing around for?! Don't let someone else seize the initiative!"

Li Mengyao swayed from the shove and retorted in a low voice: "I... I won't go!"

Have her, a goddess-level ex-girlfriend, massage him like a maid?

No way that's happening!

Wang Mengmeng lowered her voice even further: "Are you stupid?! He used to treat you so well! Buying you phones and computers! Now that he's so powerful, he definitely won't genuinely blame you for breaking up!"

Li Mengyao's eyes flickered, and she struggled fiercely internally.

She recalled how Chen Yu used to be completely compliant with her, yet she hadn't known how to cherish it back then.

But seeing Deng Yuxin... stirred up an inexplicable, vague jealousy in her heart.

Just as Li Mengyao was engaged in an internal conflict.

Seeing her still hesitating, Wang Mengmeng gritted her teeth and decided to step up herself.

She took a deep breath, put on a sweet smile, and also moved to the bedside: "Brother Yu, Yuxin is massaging one leg, I'll massage the other for you. My technique is really good; I used to massage my mom often!"

Wang Mengmeng's doll face, large eyes, and slightly upturned nose made her look even more innocent at this moment.

Especially the tight jeans, which stretched her plump thighs tightly, making her butt look particularly large.

It easily aroused men's desires.

Squatting by the bed now, her curves were breathtaking.

The ripe peach hung heavy.

Her small face was innocent, but her figure was fiery; the mixture of these two contradictory qualities held a fatal attraction for men.

Zhang Wanyue sighed softly, standing at the doorway with a complicated expression.

In this cruel, newly arrived world, former friendships, romantic relationships, feminine reserve, and personal dignity all seemed to be gradually disintegrating and changing.

"I don't need you to massage me."

Chen Yu spoke coldly: "Deng Yuxin alone is enough."

Wang Mengmeng's expression changed; she hadn't expected this at all.

She was, after all, a high-quality girl from the Film Academy, and there were plenty of boys pursuing her.

When had she ever been rejected?

But angry as she was, she dared not show it.

She could only awkwardly climb off the bed, stand aside, and harbor some resentment.

For Chen Yu... she was not a good person.

Before the apocalypse, she instigated trouble in his relationship with Li Mengyao.

After the apocalypse began, she immediately targeted him and verbally attacked him.

Others might forget these things, but Chen Yu would not.

It just wasn't her turn yet.

Once Zhang Zihao was dealt with, Wang Mengmeng and Li Mengyao wouldn't escape either.

Time passed, minute by minute.

Fortunately, Zhang Zihao didn't make everyone wait long; only ten minutes passed.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Rapid, heavy footsteps suddenly came from the corridor!

Quickly approaching!

"BANG!!!"

With a loud crash, the door of the opposite room was violently kicked open!

Zhang Zihao roared: "Deng Yuxin!!! You slut!!! How dare you betray me..."

Holding a pair of scissors, he violently charged into the opposite room—

Only to see Chen Yu lying calmly on the bed, his girlfriend massaging his legs.

Class Committee Member Zhang Wanyue leaned against the bed, waiting for something.

Li Mengyao and Wang Mengmeng were huddled in the corner of the room.

There was none of the scattered fleeing he had anticipated, nor any desperate pleading.

Only coldness, and a group of eyes looking at him like an idiot... The rusty scissors in his hand clattered to the floor.

He knew.

He had lost.

Even these retrieved scissors... were a gift Chen Yu had bestowed upon him.

It turned out that he, Zhang Zihao, was nothing more than an insect futilely banging against the glass wall of a jar, from beginning to end.

Immediately after, his legs gave way, and he slumped against the door frame, collapsing onto the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Did you see? The person you wanted to save..."

"Given the slightest chance, his thought wasn't gratitude, but how to kill you."

Chen Yu stood up again, picking up the fire axe beside him: "Now, who still has something to say? Who still wants to plead for him? Or who thinks I shouldn't kill him?"

Inside the room, there was silence.

Chen Yu did not ask a second time.

Carrying the fire axe, he walked toward Zhang Zihao, who was sprawled on the floor.

Zhang Zihao seemed to sense something. Meeting Chen Yu's downward gaze, he saw no hatred or anger in those eyes, only the indifference reserved for looking at trash.

Zhang Zihao still wanted to beg for mercy.

But Chen Yu did not give him the chance.

He raised the fire axe.

And brought it down decisively.

"Thud."

Zhang Zihao died.

Chen Yu withdrew the axe, his cold gaze sweeping over the women in the room.

"If it weren't for me, you would all be dead. In other words... whoever saved him killed everyone else."

Chen Yu's voice was decisive: "From now on, Deng Yuxin, Wang Mengmeng, and Li Mengyao, the three of you go kneel. Without my permission, you are not allowed to get up, not allowed to speak, and not allowed to look around."

"!"

Wang Mengmeng and Li Mengyao suddenly raised their heads, revealing shocked expressions!

Kneel?!!!

Chen Yu wanted them to kneel?!!!