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

"Over the years, for every single thing you, Young Master Wang, have personally instructed me to do, I, Wang Qing, have always handled it personally. I was just afraid that my subordinates would be too careless and fail to meet your requirements..."

Listening to Wang Qing's heartfelt and sincere account, Wang Tianyi, who was about to reprimand him, fell into an unusually long silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, listening to the continuous gunshots, and staring at the ID photo with Xu Shuai's name on it on his desk, Wang Tianyi rubbed the bottom corner of the photo and murmured:

"No matter what, do everything you can to calm Xu Shuai down and give me an hour, no, at least two hours."

Is this another attempt to appease them with some benefits? The carrot and the stick – a tried-and-true tactic.

Wang Qing secretly calculated and analyzed the pros and cons, but said aloud with a wronged expression:

"Young Master Wang, you could hear how intense the gunfire is outside. We can't even peek out. I suspect that Xu Shuai stole all the equipment and ammunition we finally got from the armory—it was a whole truckload!"

Wang Tianyi looked on with disbelief and retorted in surprise, "How is that possible? It's only been a short time, and Xu Shuai's flying house can hold so much stuff?"

"Young Master Wang, that was probably converted from an entire villa, what's a mere truck compared to that..."

Wang Qing walked to the iron gate, squinted, and secretly peeked out while Ye Ziming was reloading, trying to find more features of the flying house in order to enhance the persuasiveness of his words.

However, the lighting conditions were extremely poor, and the truck was parked right between two streetlights, creating a mix of light and shadow, so only a blurry black shadow could be seen.

"No need to exaggerate. It hasn't been that long. The flying house isn't that big," Wang Tianyi said confidently, coldly interrupting Wang Qing's words.

"Young Master Wang, how do you know the size of Marshal Xu's flying house? Could it be that you've seen it?"

"You don't need to worry about that. Don't ask questions you shouldn't. It's 8:02 PM now. Use your brain to keep Xu Shuai here for at least two hours without escalating the situation further."

Turning off the loudspeaker, Wang Qing covered the small hole of the speaker with his finger and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet.

After moving to a spot where he wouldn't be easily heard, he quietly replied with a "hmm".

Wang Tianyi's tone carried a hint of eager excitement: "After completing the mission, I can dispatch a rescue team from a neighboring base to come to the rescue in a helicopter. Apart from the pilot, there are about ten positions available. You can choose your trusted confidants to go to the base first. I will also grant you special privileges, allowing you to develop your own personal power within the base."

"You can decide for yourself which is more important, this friendship or this debt. Alright, I need to go attend the family meeting now. I hope you won't disappoint me."

"If Commander Xu doesn't agree, then state these conditions..."

After saying that, Wang Tianyi didn't even have time to hang up the phone. He threw the phone aside, hurriedly ran out of the room, composed himself, and obediently joined the team.

A group of men and women with extraordinary bearing and confident, composed expressions emerged one after another from the tunnel corridor.

They lined up in neat rows, a dense, dark mass, and marched deeper into the area.

If someone with a keen eye for appearances were here, they would surely recognize that these are all prominent figures in society.

Many of these faces are even familiar faces who frequently appear on various important screens.

......

Helicopter rescue? After hanging up the phone, Wang Qing turned off his phone and walked to the center of the courtyard with a solemn expression.

That was a group of brothers who had changed their ammunition and were ready to take action at any moment.

"Brother, how's your thinking going?" Jia Zheng stepped forward, took out a cigarette, picked one up, and offered it to Wang Qing's lips.

One, two... In one breath, he smoked five cigarettes in a row. A complicated expression appeared on Wang Qing's face, as if he was having a particularly hard time making a decision.

Looking at the expectant eyes of his brothers, he stood up abruptly several times, then sat down silently again.

"Hiss!" Wang Qing lit his sixth cigarette and took a deep drag, his eyes bloodshot, a look of extreme pain on his face.

Then, he suddenly stood up, threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out. His underlings sitting around him also stood up.

Wang Qing's gaze was deep as he scanned the faces of his underlings one by one. His voice was low and heavy, filled with a death wish, as he spoke each word with grave weight:

"Are you really sure you've made up your minds to follow me, Wang Qing, down this path to the very end?"

"Don't rush to answer!" Wang Qing stopped Jia Zheng, who was eager to express his opinion. "Let me finish speaking, think it over carefully, and then make a choice. I don't want any of my brothers to suddenly change their minds because of this in the future."

Wang Qing said frankly, "As you all know, without Young Master Wang's support, our gang would have been wiped out by the rival gang three years ago when we were fighting for territory. Over the years, the gang has been able to develop steadily and even gradually gain considerable influence, all thanks to Young Master Wang's support..."

If this path is destined to be paved with countless lives, and even at the cost of your own, and you are still willing to follow, then go to Jia Zheng and make your stance clear.

Wang Qing made no attempt to hide anything, exposing the gang's secrets that had been concealed for many years.

This genuine exchange of sincerity, coupled with the emotions that had been stirred up earlier, made Jia Zheng, who was standing to the side, give Wang Qing a thumbs up from the bottom of his heart.

As expected, after hearing these words, everyone's burning gazes were fixed on Wang Qing.

As one of the underlings stood up, facing everyone's gaze, he walked to Jia Zheng's side and made a gesture as if to cut his palm and swear an oath of blood.

The brutal approach was quickly stopped by Jia Zheng. He stood up, and under Wang Qing's signal, picked up his phone, recorded the other person's name, and then patted the other person's shoulder in a stern manner.

After everyone present expressed their determination to follow him to the death, Wang Qing waved his hand and told everyone to stand up. These were all members of his team who had survived the apocalypse.

"Jia Zheng, keep an eye on those brothers who are injured but not yet unconscious. Think of a way to treat their wounds. The rest of you, come with me to the iron gate."

Is this going to be a head-on revenge? Some of the henchmen following behind were cocking their guns, eager to rush out and start a big fight.

However, many of them secretly began to scheme and plot.

This group of people were secretly thinking about how to project a sufficiently heroic image without risking their own lives.

Taking advantage of the moment when Ye Ziming was reloading and firing, Wang Qing pressed himself against the courtyard wall next to the iron gate and shouted, "Xu Shuai, Ye Ziming, both of you, stop for a moment and listen to me."

He shouted several times before Ye Ziming, who was in high spirits, was finally stopped by the two women whose fingers were numb from loading bullets.

Ye Ziming, his face dark, turned to look at Xu Shuai. After receiving a signal, he reluctantly stopped and shouted: