25: Chapter 25 The Insurmountable Iron Wall

Chapter 25

Song Yang glanced at the screen, not in a hurry to act.

He walked to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of iced cola, and skillfully pulled the ring tab.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fatty Wang walked to the door and started knocking.

Song Yang! Listen! Fatty here is giving you a chance!

As long as you open the door obediently now, Fatty here might consider sparing your dog life!

Also, I can leave you half of the food in your room! How about it? This is a generous offer, right?

Seeing no response, Fatty Wang gestured for several people to block the windows in the hallway with quilts.

Song Yang! Don't think you're safe just because you're hiding inside!

I'm telling you, I will get in sooner or later! When that happens, it won't be as simple as splitting your food in half!!

Song Yang drank his cola, sitting on the sofa, and spat out a few words: "Where did this stupid dog come from, barking here? If you have the guts, come in and f*** your daddy."

Fatty Wang outside the door was stunned, then flew into a rage.

Damn it! You don't know what's good for you!

Smash it! Everyone smash the wall! I want to see how hard your wall can be!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The rest picked up tools and started smashing the wall.

Song Yang put down the cola can, stood up, and walked to the surveillance screen.

Outside, gravel flew, dust filled the air, and large chunks of plaster peeled off, revealing the bricks inside.

Fatty Wang stood a little further away, holding up his phone to the camera, his fat face full of a cruel grin.

Hello, residents! I am Fatty Wang! You might have heard what I am doing now! That's right, I am smashing the home of that coward, Song Yang!

This brat, relying on having some food and drink, doesn't put us in his eyes! Today, I will show everyone what happens when you offend me!

Fatty Wang pointed at his lackeys who were working hard to smash the wall, "Today, I will smash through his wall, drag him out, and make him kneel and beg for mercy!"

From today on, I run this residential complex! Anyone who dares to disobey, Song Yang will be your example!

After finishing, Fatty Wang sent the video to the residential complex owners' group chat.

Seeing the video, the owners' group chat immediately boiled over.

Holy sh*t! Fatty Wang actually did it!

Well done, it's better if that brat dies. We are all starving, why does he get to hide at home eating and drinking well!

That's right, I've long been annoyed by this brat, let Fatty Wang teach him a lesson.

Song Yang is probably finished this time. Who shouldn't he have provoked? He had to provoke Fatty Wang's group.

Song Yang ignored these messages completely.

These people are fence-sitters, swaying whichever way the wind blows.

Now that Fatty Wang has the upper hand, they naturally side with him.

However, soon some different voices appeared in the group.

Song Yang, as long as you are willing to provide food, I can bring people to help you guard the door!

I am starving. If you are willing to give me food, I can help you fight Fatty Wang to the death.

These messages surprised Song Yang a little.

Under the apocalypse, human nature manifests in all forms.

Some kick you when you're down, naturally others want to take a gamble.

The dull "thud, thud" of the wall being smashed clearly reached Wang Mang's home.

Wang Mang and Old Madam Lin huddled in the corner of the bedroom, not daring to breathe loudly.

Did you hear that? They are still smashing!

Old Madam Lin's voice trembled, her withered hands gripping Wang Mang's arm tightly, "That group won't come for us after they finish smashing Song Yang's place, right?"

Wang Mang held a knife, guarding the door, his lips trembling, "Mom! Keep your voice down! What nonsense are you talking about!"

He knew better than anyone that Fatty Wang's group was bloodshot with rage and capable of anything.

In front of these thugs with weapons, he was nothing.

Before, he had relied on his status and wanted to settle scores with Fatty Wang, but ended up almost beaten to death.

Only now did he realize how important strength in numbers is in the apocalypse.

Did you hear that? Still smashing! It's getting louder!

Smash! Keep smashing! It's good if they smash it open!

Old Madam Lin was extremely excited, as if she had already seen the tragic scene of Song Yang being dragged out and beaten to death.

Smash that little beast to death, and avenge my poor Grandson! Let's see if he dares to be arrogant again!

They might leave after robbing Song Yang's home, and won't come here.

Wang Mang's heart was churning with even more intense evil thoughts than Old Madam Lin.

Yes! Smash through! Smash it hard!

Before Wang Mang's eyes, Song Yang's hateful face seemed to appear.

He wished it wasn't Fatty Wang's group smashing the door, but himself!

He wanted to drag Song Yang out of that tortoise shell with his own hands!

To see him kneeling on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy like a dog!

That bastard, actually dared to treat his wife like that!

Thinking of his wife being treated that way, Wang Mang's eyes turned blood red.

His wife used her mouth to... for Song Yang...

No man could stand it.

He vowed not to be a man if he didn't get revenge!

Thud—!!

Another incredibly heavy impact sound came, as if something had collapsed, and even the floor beneath their feet vibrated slightly.

Old Madam Lin and Wang Mang held their breath simultaneously, pricked up their ears, hearts pounding, waiting for the next movement from next door.

Was it smashed through?

Was that brat Song Yang finished?

At this moment, the mother and son's thoughts were surprisingly consistent.

At this moment, outside the door.

The lingering dust gradually dissipated.

The lackeys smashing the wall panted, dropped the deformed fire axes and hammers in their hands, and looked at the basin-sized hole in the wall.

Broken bricks and concrete blocks fell all over the floor, revealing the inside of the wall.

Boss! It's done! a lackey shouted back excitedly.

Fatty Wang's cruel grin grew wider, and he impatiently leaned toward the hole, pointing his phone camera inside, ready to record Song Yang's terrified and desperate expression.

However, upon closer inspection, the smile on his face instantly froze.

Inside the hole, it wasn't the expected living room or bedroom, nor was it a panicked face.

But a patch of black.

It was a black with the unique texture of metal, faintly reflecting a cold luster under the light of the flashlight.

As a lackey reached out to pull away more broken bricks, the black outline became clearer.

It was clearly a solid, thick metal plate!

W-what the hell is this? a lackey said in astonishment.

Fatty Wang narrowed his eyes, leaned closer, and tapped the exposed black part with his finger, emitting a dull "clang, clang" sound.

Metal! It was actually a metal wall!

He remembered, Song Yang had purchased many metal plates back then, and heard that he had the construction team install an extra layer of alloy steel plate over thirty centimeters thick inside the room.

At the time, this was mocked by many as a redundant act.

Now it seemed it was extremely wise.

Song Yang, this guy, actually lived in a house wrapped in steel!

Damn it, is this guy human or ghost? He even anticipated that we would smash the wall.

Fatty Wang cursed, becoming increasingly irritable.