In the apocalypse, I have a flying house with unlimited upgrades.

"What's wrong?"

Although Ye Ziming was puzzled, he still subconsciously stepped on the brake.

"Something's not right; there's so little traffic along the way."

"So what? It's a wealthy area, of course there are fewer of those."

Ye Ziming didn't take it seriously. Seeing Xu Shuai looking out of the car with a deep gaze, he didn't rush to say anything.

From childhood to adulthood, the two will inevitably have conflicts and disputes over the same thing due to their different opinions.

So, through amicable means, the two reached an agreement: he would make the decisions on major matters, while Xu would listen to him on minor matters.

There's no need for him to get involved in such a trivial matter.

The crescent moon was like a sickle, and the trees cast swaying shadows. If Xu Shuai stared at it for too long, he always felt that something might suddenly dart out from the shadows on both sides of the road.

His heart tightened instinctively, and he said, "Ye Zi, turn off the car lights and don't turn off the engine. Ke Xin, check on the delivery status of the supplies."

"oh oh!"

Yang Kexin, who was out of the loop, heard the call and obediently opened her phone.

"Oh no, they delivered three truckloads of supplies in one afternoon, but after returning to the city, they said they couldn't continue delivery because of road closures."

Yang Kexin looked displeased, pouted, and then handed her phone to Xu Shuai.

A string of red text stood out conspicuously, and its content was roughly as follows:

Dear customers, due to special circumstances, in order to ensure smooth traffic on the main roads, roads in Huadu City are temporarily closed, and delivery services cannot continue. The reopening time is unknown. We apologize for the inconvenience.

We've finally found the source of this unpleasant feeling.

When Xu Shuai first saw the large number of orders for supplies, he became suspicious, thinking that tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.

But now, even though we've reached the mountain road and are about to go up the mountain, we still haven't seen a single supply truck.

On the contrary, the highway next to it was bustling with activity, with one large truck after another, as well as construction vehicles whose names I don't know speeding by.

Sure enough, things don't always go as smoothly as planned.

"Ye Zi, keep driving. Ke Xin, give us directions later. Let's go see what supplies have been delivered."

......

Nanwan University.

Zhou Qing raised his hand to cover his prominent left cheek, and with each step he took, he let out a hiss.

Damn it, I thought I'd struck gold today, that I could get 10,000 yuan just for helping someone find a place and showing them the way.

As a result, he was ridiculed by the rich young master in front of everyone, almost losing face and completely humiliated.

Thinking that things had come to this, not long after, he was brutally beaten again by thugs sent by the rich young master.

All the extra money was returned, and even this month's living expenses were forcibly transferred away.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qing's resentment towards Xu Shuai grew even stronger. He led a group of burly men, heavily adorned with dragon and tiger tattoos, to the door of Xu Shuai's dormitory, bowing his head and speaking meekly:

"Brothers, this is Xu Shuai's dormitory. He's not here; he hasn't come back yet."

The man with a gloomy face and an X-shaped scar on his cheek nodded, and two burly men stepped out of the group and kicked the closed dormitory door hard.

A moment later, the two men, having found nothing, came out and nodded slightly to the scarred man.

"Brother, it's Young Master Wang on the phone."

The scarred man held his phone in one hand, tapped lightly, and the call connected. A cold voice came from the speakerphone:

"No need to wait at the school anymore. Take people to Bai Cui Lake immediately, to Building 103 of the Linshuiwan Villa District. No matter what method you use, get to Huadu International Airport by 5 a.m. tomorrow. I just want the result."

"Okay, I understand."

"I'll wait for you for at most half an hour. Once you complete the task, I can give you two extra spots."

......

At Bai Cui Lake, the van maintained a steady speed, and Ye Ziming became increasingly curious.

Where did he get the idea that an apocalyptic crisis was about to erupt? He doesn't seem to have any sense of urgency about the impending storm.

Looking in the rearview mirror, I intended to ask about my inner turmoil, but when my gaze fell upon Yang Kexin, I noticed she seemed restless and uneasy. I gently reassured her:

"Hey, don't worry, the road closure isn't a big deal. Maybe it'll be reopened tomorrow. Then we can just ask them to expedite the delivery."

After saying that, Ye Ziming imitated Xu Shuai's actions, raising the corners of his mouth and revealing the same smile.

"No, it will be too late to deliver it tomorrow. Forget it, you wouldn't understand even if I told you."

Yang Kexin glanced up and then turned her head to quietly watch Xu Shuai, who was unconsciously swiping his phone with his left hand and resting his chin on his right, deep in thought.

"Explain yourself! How am I supposed to understand if you don't tell me?" Ye Ziming cried out in his heart, unwilling to accept the situation.

He couldn't understand why a big star who should be the center of attention and high above everyone was acting so cheaply, focusing all her attention on Xu Shuai.

Flowers bloom and fade...

The sudden ringing of his cell phone interrupted Xu Shuai's thoughts; he had just gotten a design inspiration for a flying house from the road.

Inspiration is fleeting. Looking at the words "Honey Emperor" at the top of the screen, Xu Shuai narrowed his eyes, then handed over the phone as if he had just realized something.

"Kexin, something terrible has happened! I'm trapped in the city and can't get out."

The person on the other end of the phone was a woman, speaking rapidly, but with a sexy and steady voice.

"Don't panic, where are you right now?"

The assistant, with her mature, sophisticated voice, paused briefly, steadied her breathing, and slowly said, "I'm on Guangyang Street."

"What are you doing there?" Yang Kexin exclaimed, her expression excited.

Although Guangyang Street is not in the city center, it has a commercial street next to it and two university towns nearby, resulting in a huge flow of people in the area.

Before she left, she repeatedly instructed that they should not go to crowded places, as the situation was urgent and they should give up rather than take risks unless absolutely necessary.

Just what we feared most came to pass: the city was suddenly placed under martial law, making it impossible to enter or leave.

In the previous life, until the apocalypse fully erupted, the official response had never been like this.

Yang Kexin was completely baffled, and her pretty face froze.

"Didn't you say you would try your best to meet Xu Shuai's demands?"

As you suggested, I found Xu Shuai, a graduate of Nanwan University. After a conversation, he readily accepted the invitation.

However, he made a request: he needed to purchase a large quantity of medical-grade ultraviolet lamps and provide several high-powered generators; otherwise, he would refuse to cooperate.

I spent ages asking people to help me buy all the necessary items, and just after I finished loading them into the car, I saw a notice saying the city was under lockdown.

You didn't see it; those huge trucks, fully loaded with goods, were driving recklessly through the city like they owned the place.

The woman on the other end of the phone sounded slightly resentful, as if she had suffered a great injustice.

Hearing this news, Xu Shuai's belief in the possibility of an apocalyptic outbreak increased even more.

This doesn't seem like a typical martial law declaration; it looks like preparations are being made in advance for some kind of crisis.

Xu Shuai chimed in, "If the road is closed and you can't drive, you can still use the sidewalk. If that doesn't work, you can just grab a bicycle and ride it on the sidewalk."

There was a muffled thud on the other end of the phone, followed by an indignant roar: "Damn it, do you know how far it is from Guangyang Street out of the city?"

"The night is dark and the wind is high, I'm all alone, I want to live a few more years."

"By the way, who are you, and what are you doing with Kexin?"

The mature woman was taken aback at first, then drew out a long "oh" in a soft, tingling voice.