Many children, many blessings; leading female trainees in wilderness survival.

"Handsome, do you have any more food?"

Ye Xiao then noticed that there were other people in the area.

Behind a thick tree trunk not far away, three women, dressed elegantly but unable to hide their disheveled state, leaned against each other.

They had been resting with their eyes closed, trying their best to conserve their energy.

Like three peacocks that have been caged for too long and have given up struggling, their feathers are still there, but most of their luster has faded.

Su Manlin was the first to speak.

She is the eldest daughter of the Su family, a century-old real estate group, whom Sun Weiwei had previously gossiped about.

She is already forty years old, but she spends a lot of time in high-end beauty salons, which makes her skin firm and fair, with not a single fine line visible at the corner of her eyes, making her look less than thirty.

Even with a few specks of dust, the impeccably tailored Hermès silk gown still exuded an air of elegance.

Her deep brown, wavy hair was meticulously styled into a low bun, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck. Even in the apocalypse, she maintained the dignity of a socialite.

But her lips were trembling.

She hadn't eaten for two days, and every word she spoke required immense effort.

Next to Su Manlin was Wen Biru, a wealthy socialite and tech tycoon.

At the age of thirty-five, she had a striking and eye-catching appearance, a voluptuous and hot figure, big eyes, a high nose, and striking features.

She used to love dressing flamboyantly, and at this moment she was still wearing the deep V-neck diamond-studded haute couture dress she wore when she played mahjong at Jiang Ying's house during the apocalypse.

The sparkling rhinestones were stained with mud and lost their luster; the neckline was crooked and the shoulder strap had slipped to one side.

Standing quietly beside the two was Shen Zhiwei.

Her public identity is the owner of the city's top gallery. She wears a plain brocade cheongsam that hugs her slender figure, and her long, black hair cascades down to her waist like a waterfall. Her gentle features exude a scholarly air, making her look elegant and refined.

But only Sun Weiwei whispered in private that this seemingly independent and elegant gallery owner was nothing more than a mistress kept by a wealthy businessman, and that her aloof demeanor was just an act for outsiders.

Ye Xiao's gaze swept over the three people one by one, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

He certainly had food; his backpack was filled with more supplies than he could possibly eat.

But he couldn't possibly be so kind.

He is not a philanthropist, nor a savior.

Why should it be given away for free?

"Aunties, you all know that supplies are precious in the apocalypse. So, what do you use to exchange for supplies?"

Su Manlin's lips moved slightly, but no sound came out.

She opened her mouth, then closed it again.

She wanted to say, "I am the eldest daughter of the Su Group," and "I will repay you double when I get back."

But she couldn't bring herself to say it, because she didn't even believe what she was saying.

In this world, the name "Su Group" isn't even worth a sip of water.

Wen Biru wanted to be a little arrogant.

She straightened her chest, raised her chin slightly, and made a gesture that said, "I don't care."

But then her stomach growled.

Her face flushed red instantly.

If they miss this opportunity, who knows how long they'll have to go hungry.

Wen Biru gritted her teeth, pulled her chin back, lowered her head, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "We'll do anything as long as you give us food."

Willing to do anything?

Hearing these words from these noble ladies, Ye Xiao's lips finally curved into a slight smile.

Ye Xiao tilted his head and gestured to Sun Weiwei.

Sun Weiwei was taken aback for a moment, then understood what he meant.

She took two steps forward and looked at the three shivering, hungry noblewomen in front of her.

"Aunties, we can give you the supplies, but you need to understand that if you take Ye Xiao's supplies, you'll be one of his people from now on."

"If you follow him, you'll never lack food or drink."

"There's only one condition: you must do whatever he says. Understand?"

The three looked at each other, their minds too fuzzy with hunger to think, and soon they all nodded.

Being obedient is better than starving to death.

Wen Biru even forced a fawning smile.

Jiang Ying, watching this scene from the side, had mixed feelings.

What does it mean to say that if you take his things, you become his person?

Do you listen to whatever he says?

She looked down at the bag of bread in her hand, which was already half-eaten.

What about her?

She ate his food too, so... that shouldn't be counted too, right?

She looked up at Ye Xiao's figure and suddenly felt a little uneasy.

Perhaps she's overthinking it...

Ye Xiao took out three bottles of water and three loaves of bread and asked Sun Weiwei to distribute them to the three people.

After the three of them finished eating ravenously, Ye Xiao turned around and prepared to lead everyone back to the camp.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from the woods.

Chen Yu walked at the front, followed by seven or eight people.

There were old men leaning on canes, women holding babies, and middle-aged men in tattered clothes, all of them emaciated and with eyes full of hungry green light.

"That's him!"

Chen Yu pointed at Ye Xiao, his voice shrill and loud, "He has so much food—bread, water, beer, crayfish! He's got the supplies for dozens of people!"

"Why does he have so much while we're starving?"

The crowd stirred.

"Young man! Please have pity on us!"

The woman holding the baby pointed to the sleeping infant in her arms, then patted her own belly: "Look how little this child is! I have another one yet to be born!"

You're a grown man, you won't starve if you skip a couple of meals, but how can this child and the one in my belly go hungry?

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, and suddenly knelt down, kowtowing heavily in Ye Xiao's direction:

"They say a full stomach doesn't know the hunger of an empty one. You have so much to eat, why don't you share some with us?"

This is accumulating good karma!

It is a great act of merit that saves lives!

"If you don't separate, the three of us will die right here in front of you today. How can you live with yourself then?"

Ye Xiao sneered, "Big sister, the sooner you die, the sooner you're reborn. You'll be reincarnated as a pig in your next life, and you definitely won't starve!"

An elderly man with white hair, leaning on a tree branch, walked out unsteadily. His cloudy eyes stared at Ye Xiao, and his lips trembled.

"Young man, how can you talk like that? If you have supplies, you should share them with everyone."

Do you understand the importance of respecting the elderly and caring for the young?

I'm over eighty years old, can you bear to watch me starve to death?

Ye Xiao glanced at him.

"Of course I understand respecting the elderly and caring for the young."

His voice was soft and his tone flat, "But you're not a child. He's not an old man either."

His gaze shifted from the old man to Chen Yu's face. "Old—I mean a virtuous and respectable elder. You? Do you deserve that title?"

The old man's face turned a deep purplish-red, and his lips trembled, unable to utter a word.

Ye Xiao stopped looking at him and walked towards Chen Yu.

Chen Yu subconsciously took a step back, bumped into the person behind him, and then stopped.

He straightened his chest, trying to maintain the last shred of dignity in front of everyone, but his legs were shaking.

"I was going to spare your life," Ye Xiao said softly, so softly that only Chen Yu could hear him, "but I didn't expect you to be so eager to die."

Chen Yu's pupils dilated suddenly.

He didn't believe Ye Xiao would dare to kill him in front of so many people.

"If you lay a finger on me, my dad will wipe out your whole family—"

He didn't finish speaking.

Ye Xiao pulled the rusty razor blade out of his pocket.

He held the razor blade and casually slashed Chen Yu's neck.