Chapter 19 Knocking on the Neighbor's Door

Su Yanyue gasped! She could never have imagined, not even in her wildest dreams, that Zhou Yan could conjure up weapons in addition to food.

"Can you conjure up anything else?" Yan Yue looked at Zhou Yan with eyes full of little stars.

This man was too mysterious... so much so that it sparked a strong sense of curiosity and desire to explore within her...

Su Yanqiu was also so shocked that she forgot to breathe; her gaze darted back and forth between Zhou Yan and the gun, her brain racing, yet she could find no logical explanation.

Soon, she came up with a reason for Zhou Yan.

As a killer, it's reasonable to carry a rifle... right?

Zhou Yan placed the Type 92 in Su Yanyue's hands.

"Get up first, let me teach you how to use a gun..."

Su Yanyue didn't take it; instead, she stood up.

She stared at Zhou Yan with a serious expression.

"We must go with you. You don't need to feel any psychological burden. If someone can really catch me, they won't be able to threaten you; I will fight to the death!"

She knew very well that some things were bound to happen sooner or later. To survive in these times, the old rules of social survival no longer applied.

People nowadays don't care how much money you have or how many influential dignitaries you know.

"We are a family now! No matter what you do, we will follow you and stay with you!" Su Yanqiu added.

To be honest, Zhou Yan was a little touched, but not much.

He suspected that Su Yanyue and Su Yanqiu were afraid he would just leave.

Actually, that wasn't the case.

It was mainly because Su Yanyue was worried that this young man was full of vigor and vitality, and there were too many temptations in the outside world.

She had to keep an eye on him...

This man only had two legs, so having one for herself and one for her sister was just right!

She took the gun from Zhou Yan's hand.

"Besides, I know how to use this..."

"You do?" Zhou Yan was surprised.

"Uh-huh, I used to go to the Qingyang Shooting Club with my sister often..."

"Alright, there are seven bullets left inside, but you must check exactly how many there are every time you pick up the gun." This Type 92 of Zhou Yan's was a standard caliber, with a magazine capacity of only fifteen rounds.

Watching Su Yanyue skillfully remove the magazine and unload the bullets.

Then pressing the bullets in one by one.

Only then did he nod with relief.

Zhou Yan could see that the worry on the sisters' faces didn't seem fake, but Su Yanqiu had just recovered from a serious illness and was too weak to go out. Leaving her home alone, even with a gun, made Zhou Yan uneasy.

Ignoring Su Yanyue's objections, he placed the pistol on the coffee table and left the house alone.

Zhou Yan asked Su Yanyue to pack some compressed biscuits and canned beef in a bag, which he would take with him later.

This was the exchange of supplies promised to his underlings, as well as a welcoming gift for them.

Su Yanqiu lay on her side on the sofa, propping herself up with her hand. With a calm expression, she lightly kissed the corner of Zhou Yan's mouth before lying back down weakly.

Zhou Yan didn't let her off either; after a passionate kiss while pressing her onto the sofa, he gently stroked her back.

"There are more bullets under the master bedroom bed. If someone knocks on the door, remember to use the periscope on the shoe cabinet to check first. If it's not me, fire a warning shot directly..."

"Hmm..." Su Yanqiu replied, closing her eyes and lazily soaking up the sun.

Su Yanyue pouted; she now suspected that Zhou Yan planned to go out and find Zhang Yajing next door...

Otherwise, why was he so resistant to her following him?

Zhou Yan gently lifted her smooth chin, examining the cold and beautiful face before him with a highly aggressive gaze.

"When there's a chance, I need to find some rimless glasses for you to wear..."

With that one sentence, Su Yanyue's cold goddess persona collapsed. She lowered her head, blushing, unable to understand what kind of strange hobby Xiao Yan had...

"Okay..." she agreed in a low voice.

Su Yanyue lowered her head, her gaze toward Zhou Yan's body filled with ambiguous meaning, and then...

"Yan Yue!? What are you doing!? Your sister is still on the sofa!" Zhou Yan whispered, trying to dissuade her.

Yan Yue was very inexperienced, making Zhou Yan feel a bit uncomfortable.

Fortunately, the sofa was facing away from the front door, otherwise...

Su Yanqiu on the sofa actually heard everything clearly. She buried her head in her arms, her pretty face flushed red, like a frightened ostrich...

It wasn't like she hadn't seen "study materials" before; she naturally understood what the sounds behind her were, and for a moment, she was actually a bit impressed by Yan Yue.

"Is my sister really this bold?"

Yan Yue's eyes were red; she was anxious.

She felt like she didn't know how to do anything...

Zhou Yan gently stroked Yan Yue's little head while beginning to "guide" her.

After a long while,

Zhou Yan pushed the door open and walked out.

Hearing the door close behind him, Su Yanqiu forced herself to sit up and looked at her sister's back. She trotted to the kitchen, picked up a bottle of purified water that Zhou Yan had taken out earlier, and was rinsing her mouth...

Turning around, the sisters' gazes met.

The younger sister only felt a rush of heat surge to her cheeks... her already flushed face turned even redder.

The older sister smiled gently and gave her sister a thumbs up!

...

Zhou Yan went to knock on Zhang Yajing's door next door, wondering how the "zero-overflow incident" at her place was progressing.

He was still waiting to watch the show.

After knocking, Zhou Yan could clearly hear footsteps coming from inside. It seemed the quality of Zhang Yajing's door wasn't that great.

The light from the peephole was blocked; Zhang Yajing was observing.

Soon, the door opened.

Zhang Yajing was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt on her upper body, which was slightly form-fitting, perfectly outlining the curves of her full breasts and slim waist.

On her lower body, she wore a pair of military-green cargo pants. Although the shape of her legs couldn't be seen, they made her waist look particularly sexy.

"What is this?" Zhang Yajing's gaze fell on the AR-15 assault rifle in Zhou Yan's hand, and her pupils constricted sharply!

"This... this... this couldn't be a real gun, could it?" Her voice trembled with disbelief, her eyes fixed intently on the intimidating weapon in Zhou Yan's hand.

She could accept that a neighbor might have a pistol.

But if you said a neighbor had a rifle, she would have to consider if there was something wrong with herself—what kind of status did she have to dare to live in the same building as this kind of person?

Zhou Yan didn't answer her directly but instead skillfully checked the firearm—pulling the bolt, showing the ejection port, where golden bullets lay silently inside.

This action was enough to explain everything.

A strange flush suddenly appeared on Zhang Yajing's face, and her gaze toward Zhou Yan became even more peculiar—in this doomsday, powerful force often meant a guarantee of survival.

"A few college students downstairs have also agreed to help me fish. Let's go down and take a look together..."

As he spoke, Zhou Yan took some protein bars and compressed biscuits out of his backpack and handed them to Zhang Yajing.

"We might not start work today, but I wouldn't starve my employees. Have a little something to tide yourself over, and we'll see what the situation is like when we get downstairs!"

Zhang Yajing took the biscuits, tore open the package immediately, and began to wolf them down.

She didn't shy away from Zhou Yan being in front of her, even though her movements and the sounds she made while eating were somewhat unrefined.

She had overestimated herself; after all, compressed biscuits were notoriously dry...

Once this high-calorie food was chewed and mixed with saliva, it became exceptionally thick and sticky.

She weakly patted her chest, signaling to Zhou Yan that she was choking.

Zhou Yan reached into the bag Su Yanyue had given him, pretending to take something out, but actually retrieving a bottle of purified water from the system and handing it over.

He gently patted Zhang Yajing on the back.

Soon, Zhang Yajing finished eating, wiped the corners of her mouth, and took a few large gulps of mineral water to rinse her mouth.

She also noticed the broad, warm hand on her back...

She gently bit her lower lip and suddenly grabbed Zhou Yan, trying to pull him into her home.