Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

To be honest, in the real world, this method is perfectly fine.

But here's the problem: they're not in the real world now, they're in a game world.

It was made clear from the very beginning of the game that players' apartments are very important.

He Shaolong's approach will inevitably harm the interests of a large number of players who are not originally residents of the seventh floor.

Because they need to temporarily abandon their own apartments, move to the seventh floor, and contribute to collecting resources to upgrade the doors of the players on the seventh floor.

Most people would definitely have objections to this kind of thankless and exhausting behavior.

In the past few days, due to the threat of zombies, the players could not even guarantee their own safety, so they did not have any other thoughts and focused on survival.

But things are different now. For various reasons, the threat of zombies has been greatly reduced, and most players have leveled up in the process of eliminating zombies, thus improving their strength to some extent (even if the improvement is not significant).

When people are well-fed and clothed, they start to think about sex. Once players believe that their lives are no longer in danger, they naturally start to have more on their minds.

For example... what should I do about my apartment?

Therefore, this incident occurred.

More than twenty players who were not on the seventh floor accused He Shaolong of abusing his power for personal gain, exploiting the labor of players on other floors, and strengthening the power of players on the fifth floor.

What's even more interesting is that although only about twenty players came forward, the other non-seventh-floor players who didn't speak up weren't actually on He Shaolong's side. They didn't join the vested interests (seventh-floor players) in protecting He Shaolong.

They didn't file a complaint, but waited for He Shaolong to give them a reasonable explanation.

"What should you do, He Shaolong?"

Looking at the noisy chat channel, Lin Yu took a sip of the soda he got from killing zombies and thought with great interest.

drip...

Just then, He Shaolong sent him a message.

Lin Yu glanced at it.

He Shaolong: [Brother Yu, it seems our cooperation can't continue.]

Lin Yu smiled and shook his head. He had to admit that He Shaolong was quite quick-witted; he had grasped the core of the problem.

After thinking for a moment, Lin Yu replied: "[Yeah, it's okay, I don't need to cooperate anymore.]"

He Shaolong: [Understood, Brother Yu.]

Lin Yu didn't even read He Shaolong's reply. He simply closed the friends panel, opened the chat channel, and waited for the show to begin.

He believed that He Shaolong must already have a plan.

As expected, He Shaolong spoke up in the chat channel very soon.

He Shaolong: [Those who walk different paths cannot make plans together. Since everyone is unwilling to submit to me, He Shaolong, I'm too lazy to maintain this so-called alliance. Let's all go our separate ways. From today onwards, the alliance is dissolved.]

He Shaolong's sudden reply silenced the chat channel for five seconds.

However, a large number of players quickly responded.

[You can disband your team, but you still have to give us an explanation. We've worked so hard for you for so long, helping you upgrade the wooden doors on the seventh floor and collecting materials. You have to give us something in return.]

Yes! Give us back our materials!

Not only do they have to pay us back, they also have to compensate us!

……

The chat channel was in an uproar, with more than 20 people denouncing He Shaolong and demanding compensation.

He Shaolong quickly replied to them: "[Explanation? What explanation do I need to give you? Without me, you would all have been bitten to death by zombies. You wouldn't be here asking me for compensation."

If you've got the guts, stop yelling on the channel and come find me at my doorstep. I'll be waiting for you.

Clearly, He Shaolong has come clean. To be honest, he's not a good person to begin with, otherwise he wouldn't have done something like sending people to collect protection money on the second day of the game.

It's not surprising that he can say such things now.

Of course, He Shaolong was not stupid. Before the showdown, he probably had already united all the players living on the seventh floor, as well as the stronger players on other floors, binding them to himself with benefits.

If those twenty-odd people dared to go after He Shaolong now, they would probably be facing a dozen or so fully armed and powerful players.

that's the truth.

As for why He Shaolong dares to do this now, the reason is naturally because he has enough strength.

Unlike before, he now only needs to unite the players on the seventh floor and a small number of players on other floors to keep the zombies at bay.

Not to mention, Lin Yu also made it clear in his chat that he would continue to hunt special zombies, even if he did not cooperate with them.

This means that their only possible source of stress—the special zombies—has also been dealt with.

He naturally didn't need to worry about anything else.

In the current situation, these ordinary players are not that important to him. It would be good if they could stay, since they are also a source of labor. It doesn't matter if they can't stay, since he has already exploited them to the point of exhaustion.

As for compensation?

Like I said before, if you're so bold, come and ask him for it yourself.

Naturally, no idiot would dare to actually ask for it.

Even because He Shaolong revealed his intention to expel all players except his own from the seventh floor, many people who were afraid of zombies harbored resentment towards the person who first denounced He Shaolong.

This is human nature.

But now that it's happened, it's too late to say anything.

Driven away by He Shaolong and his gang of strongmen, the other thirty-odd players had no choice but to leave the seventh floor.

Of course, they weren't fools; they couldn't actually split up and leave. After careful consideration and heated arguments, they split into two groups and went to the tenth and ninth floors respectively.

Lin Yu could guess perfectly well why those people chose those two floors – it was because he was on the tenth floor and always killed special zombies from top to bottom.

Lin Yu didn't care about their actions. All he cared about now were the special zombies. As for the ordinary zombies, he had already killed enough. There couldn't possibly be any player who had killed more than him.

To Lin Yu's dismay, even though he ignored these guys, they still came to him on their own.

dong dong dong.

"Master Lin Yu, are you there? Could you open the door?" A rather sweet female voice came from outside the door.

They even used a honey trap?

Is this how you test your cadres?

"roll!"

Lin Yu didn't even bother to look at it and cursed directly.

"Young man, what kind of attitude is this? This is the end of the world, a time when we need to unite. How can you be so selfish? How are you any different from that He Shaolong!"

Soon, the sweet female voice was replaced by a harsh shout.

"Aunt Zhang, please don't speak..."

"What do you mean, 'don't talk'? I'm going to talk! Young man, if you're not going to open the door, then tell us where you got your gun. At least help us out, we're all..."

crunch~

Before the woman could finish speaking, the iron gate opened, and the dozen or so people outside looked delighted at the sight.

However, once the iron gate was fully opened, their joy turned to horror.

Because it's right at the entrance.

A dark gun barrel was pointed directly at them.

Puff puff……