7: Is he an idiot?

Gao Ming was still smugly wallowing in the quagmire of his own self-confidence. In his eyes, Si Nan was merely being jealous; as long as he designed a romantic little scene to win her back, Si Nan still wouldn't be able to escape his grasp.

As a bystander, Xu Songquan wasn't as optimistic. "I don't think so. The high-end luxury phone she already had is gone. She's so rich that she just handed out three high-end luxury satellite phones; even with her extra weight, there are plenty of men more handsome than you who would go after her."

A single sentence woke him from his dream!

"No, I know how stubborn and spineless she is." Gao Ming was defiant, refusing to believe that Si Nan, whom he had controlled for three years, could wake up so quickly.

"I hope so." Xu Songquan looked out the car window and didn't say anything else. He was starting to regret it; why hadn't he been a little nicer to Si Nan? Why did he have to mock her just for a moment of satisfaction?

Now, retribution had come.

Xu Songquan thought he couldn't just give up like this. He took out his phone and quietly tried to call Si Nan to say a few nice words, but it turned out he had also been blacklisted. His heart went completely cold.

Upon her return, Si Nan's stomach was growling with hunger, but she ignored it. She quickly shut the main gate, left half of the items in the truck for Luo Sen, put the other half into her space, and then got out of the truck to take a bath.

"I have to say, for a man, Luo Sen really knows how to enjoy life. This jacuzzi is so comfortable I don't even want to get out." She praised while munching on a crystal pear. After drying her hair and lying on the bed to plan which street to sweep for goods tomorrow, she suddenly remembered that bowl of instant noodles.

She quickly took it out and looked. "Hahaha, it's still steaming hot, exactly as if it were just brewed. This proves the space really has a freshness-preserving function. That's great!"

Si Nan rolled around on the bed in joy and happily ate the instant noodles. Perhaps because she was too tired from moving bottled water all day, a single bowl of noodles didn't do much to satisfy her hunger, but she didn't eat anything else and fell asleep immediately.

However, having things to do, she woke up at 5 AM the next day. At this time, except for 24-hour stores, nothing was open, so she wasn't in a hurry and went to Luo Sen's gym to exercise.

When the apocalypse comes, a healthy physique will be crucial. With her current body type, she wouldn't even be able to run if zombies came. She had to use this month to lose weight properly by eating less and exercising more.

Furthermore, hunting zombies required excellent skills; it was time to pick up the martial arts her father had taught her.

For two hours, Si Nan first did a sweat-drenched workout and then practiced her martial arts. Every move and every stance was a refined essence that had been tempered a thousand times; every punch carried the wind, and every move was lethal.

Her father was retired from a certain special forces unit and had taught her martial arts since she was three. He had taught her the simplest techniques capable of defeating an enemy in one move, originally intended for Si Nan's self-defense.

That was why a simple arm-pulling motion from her had almost flipped Gao Ming to the ground.

After Si Nan walked out of the bathroom, she fried two eggs for herself and paired them with a glass of sugar-free pure milk. After eating, she set off in the small truck.

She wasn't a picky eater; as long as there were goods to sweep up, she wanted them.

But today's focus was freshly baked bread. Like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, she swept through three streets in a row until the truck was full. She had to drive into a dead-end alley without surveillance to put everything into her space before returning again.

By then, it was close to noon, and she happened to pass by a live-fire shooting club.

Si Nan's eyes lit up. She parked the car and briskly went inside. First, she did some shooting to get her feel back, then she met their owner and got straight to the point: "I want some powerful weapons. I wonder if you have any channels for that, Boss? If the goods are good, price is not an issue."

The owner first sized Si Nan up from head to toe and replied with a fake smile, "I wonder what kind of weapons this lady needs? Is it for playing around or...? I run a legitimate business here; I don't touch anything illegal."

Si Nan: "..."

Si Nan suddenly laughed heartily. "Hahaha, Boss, what are you thinking? I'm a decent person too. As a girl, I just want to buy some for self-defense when walking on dark roads; I work night shifts all year round."

When the owner heard that was all, he said, "That's easy to discuss. Come with me. There are many weapons suitable for a girl's self-defense, like these."

Si Nan was taken to the storefront next door, which was filled with short and sophisticated weapons: nunchucks, short knives, stun guns—everything was there.

But Si Nan didn't care for any of these; her gaze lingered on the military shovel on the other side. This was more practical; it would be very handy whether for smacking a zombie or a person to death.

"This is the one. Give me fifty."

"Fifty?" The owner was stunned. Is this person a fool? Does she want to buy fifty of these at once? Is she going to take them home and boil them to eat?

But he'd be a fool not to take a good business deal when it came to his door. Regardless of whether this girl was a fool or not, as long as there was money to be made, it was fine. The owner immediately put on a smiling face. "We have them, we have them. They're all in stock. Do you see anything else you need?"

Si Nan didn't look at him; she kept looking at the weapons. "I do. I need a large quantity of weapons with great lethality, such as top-tier composite bows with long range and high penetration, steel crossbows, crossbow bolts, or real guns. Do you have any?"

"Girl, what do you want those for? These aren't ordinary weapons." The owner suddenly became alert. Business was business, but he couldn't get himself in trouble.

Si Nan closed her eyes and nonchalantly spouted nonsense. "I have no choice. My family lives in the suburbs, and there are often wild boars and venomous snakes around. My family accidentally offended some people who shouldn't be messed with."

"Uh—"

The owner curled his lip. He wanted to ask if her family had hidden in the deep mountains and old forests because they offended someone they shouldn't have.

But he suppressed his urge to mock and didn't ask. Anyway, as long as there was money to be made: "We have them, we have them. Girl, you've come to the right place. In all of A City, if you want to know who has the most lethal and complete collection of weapons, I dare to say I'm number one, and no one would dare claim to be number two. Come, let's go to the underground warehouse to see."

Si Nan didn't even need to look to know what the owner's face looked like. The owner laughed as he led the way, his broad back shaking with laughter. Humph, laugh all you want; once the apocalypse comes, you won't be able to laugh anymore.

She was taken to an underground warehouse. This was where the real Grade-A goods were: several types of real guns, top-tier composite bows of different sizes and ranges, steel crossbow bolts, and good knives and swords!

They were incomparable to the ones upstairs; these were the things the owner really wanted to sell.

Looking at these top-tier Grade-A goods with explosive lethality, Si Nan instantly understood that this owner was not simple; he must be well-connected in both the legal and illegal worlds.

Otherwise, half of the weapons in here could not be obtained through normal channels. Such a person could only be dealt with as a business partner and definitely shouldn't be provoked—at least before the apocalypse arrived.

"Oh, these imitation guns are quite good." Si Nan spoke a bit more carefully, deliberately pretending to know nothing. In fact, her father had taught her to identify all sorts of real knives and guns since she was three, and took her to practice when she grew up. For this, her mother had even questioned her father, asking if he was disappointed that she had a daughter.

When the owner heard Si Nan call them imitations, he immediately felt greatly insulted. "Little girl, these are all the real deal. I'm only afraid you won't dare to buy them."