Of course, those who mourned the Spring and Autumn, the grieving, were still a minority.
For example, Su Daqiang and Liu Hong, who were thorough egoists, felt no guilt for deviating from morality.
After finishing off another household, Liu Hong searched the house but only found a few bags of broken instant noodles and bloated bread.
She walked up to Su Daqiang with the supplies.
"Qiangzi Ge, it's just this much."
Su Daqiang's face was filled with ferocity as he kicked the man's stomach hard with his pointed leather shoes.
"Useless! Just this meager amount!"
The man, with hair that hadn't been tidied in a long time, was greasy and messy. His face was unshaven, and his pajamas had some unknown stains.
His hands were tied behind his back, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Su Daqiang.
"Don't kill me, Big Brother... Please don't kill me."
His eyes were hazy as he looked at Liu Hong beside him, as if he had thought of something.
"My wife is very beautiful, really, more beautiful than the woman beside you. As long as you don't kill me... my wife is in the bedroom."
Being men themselves, he understood what kind of person Su Daqiang was when he saw Liu Hong beside him.
Human nature tends to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Beautiful women are like icing on the cake during moments of success.
However, in times of desperation, women can also become tools for betrayal and appeasement.
Su Daqiang was merely an uncultured security guard with no insight. In his eyes, Liu Hong was still charming.
But in the eyes of others, she was nothing.
Liu Hong heard this, her molars grinding together, wishing she could kill the man kneeling on the ground immediately.
Do not misunderstand, she had no sense of justice to defend the other man's wife against a scumbag.
She simply felt her own status was threatened.
From the disdain in the man's eyes, it was not difficult to see that his wife was definitely not an ordinary woman.
Su Daqiang nodded to Liu Hong, signaling her to check if the woman in the bedroom was alive or dead.
Although unwilling, she turned and went to the bedroom.
A woman who was severely dehydrated lay on the silk bedsheet.
Even lying on the bed, her curvaceous figure was evident.
The woman's lips were cracked, and her dark hair looked somewhat dry and yellow. Despite her disheveled state, it was clear that before the apocalypse, she must have been an elegant noblewoman.
Liu Hong was resentful and walked up to slap the woman's well-maintained face several times.
Watching the red marks of finger imprints appear on the woman's fair and tender face, her hatred was somewhat relieved.
The pain brought the woman back to consciousness. She opened her mouth unconsciously, muttering, "Water... water... give me water..."
Liu Hong snorted coldly, it seemed she was beyond saving.
Liu Hong did not fear proud young women like Xu An, but she feared women who knew how to use their advantages to conquer men.
At this moment, a ruthless glint flashed in her eyes.
She picked up a pillow beside her and slowly covered the woman's beautiful face.
The woman, already exhausted, only struggled weakly before her arms fell to her sides.
"Don't blame me for your death, blame yourself for looking like this!"
Although she had robbed so many households, this was Liu Hong's first time taking a life.
She was unexpectedly calm, as if it were as simple as killing a fish on a cutting board.
She casually tidied up the woman's appearance and came out, looking at Su Daqiang with a composed expression.
"How was it?"
"She was quite pretty, but she had already stopped breathing."
Only when facing the dead would Liu Hong praise without reservation.
"Impossible... my wife was alive just now... she just lacked water... you just needed to give her a drink..."
The man kneeling on the ground shook his head frantically, seemingly disbelieving Liu Hong's words.
"Damn it, how unlucky." Su Daqiang looked at Liu Hong with a scrutinizing gaze.
She met his gaze calmly, believing that Su Daqiang would not turn on her over a dead person.
Although he had doubts, feeling the woman's embrace against him, he naturally would not make things difficult for Liu Hong over a dead person.
It had to be said, although they both had their own ulterior motives, in a certain sense, they were miraculously harmonious.
"How should we handle this person?"
"Since he is so reluctant to part with his wife, why not lock them together? It would fulfill their marital devotion."
Liu Hong wore a wicked smile.
The man kneeling on the ground, however, felt a chill down his spine upon hearing this and began to struggle violently.
"No! Don't lock us together... I don't want to be locked in with a dead person."
"Bitch, you damned bitch, may you not die a good death... you damn smelly security guard... do you know who I am... let me go..."
These words not only failed to win him a sliver of hope but only further enraged Su Daqiang.
Ever since the apocalypse, he hated it the most when people brought up that he was a security guard!
Thus, amidst the man's futile roars, Su Daqiang broke the man's leg and placed him with his wife's corpse.
He even thoughtfully locked them in, and even jammed an iron bar onto the doorknob.
After doing all this, seeing that the time was almost up, he took Liu Hong back to their security room.
"Qiangzi Ge, the resources we can collect are getting less and less."
Su Daqiang scratched his unwashed hair with some annoyance.
"I know. Once that bitch on the top floor is dealt with, we can hold on for a while longer."
Saying this, Su Daqiang turned to ask Liu Hong.
"Has there been any movement from the top floor recently?"
"No, I've already spread the news in the surrounding communities that the household on the top floor has supplies, but it doesn't seem to have much effect."
"Only a few small groups knocked on the door, and left when no one opened it."
Su Daqiang became more irritable upon hearing this.
"Useless! Damn it, can't even deal with one woman."
The suppressed lust within him seemed to break through the surface, clamoring to control his brain.
His mind was filled with Xu An, and he seemed somewhat abnormal.
At a certain moment, he felt that the person beneath him was that unattainable goddess.
After a bout of exertion, he collapsed onto Liu Hong, exhausted, not noticing the sinister glint in Liu Hong's eyes.
She pushed Su Daqiang away from her, muttering hatefully, "...Xu An."
She had asked him countless times before, and he had always refused to say the name of the woman on the top floor, but she never expected him to call out that name while looking at her face in the heat of the moment.
Liu Hong did not feel betrayed. Their relationship was a matter of mutual benefit from the start.
It was just this Xu An.
She greatly anticipated the sight of the high and mighty flower being trampled into the dust in a humble manner.