Apocalypse: The Primordial Pearl Recognizes Its Master, Starting with Infinite Space

Hu San's loud shout still echoed in the passageway, and Gou Qiang was thrown out like a spring.

He covered Hu San's mouth, forcibly silencing the second "Mom" that was about to be uttered.

At the same time, he frantically turned his head and blinked at Lin Chen, his eyes filled with pleading.

"Mr. Lin, please wait a moment," he said, covering Hu San's mouth while bowing frantically until his waist was almost touching his knees. "I just need to say a few words to our boss, just a few words!"

Lin Chen glanced at him, frowned, thought for a moment, and then gave a faint "hmm".

Then he actually started looking around the underground space.

Many of his underlings wanted to come over, but Gou Qiang stopped them all, and they could only watch from a distance.

Gou Qiang felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and dragged Hu San aside.

"Tiger Lord!" His voice was extremely low, yet it couldn't suppress the tremor within it. "This man is a killing machine; we mustn't mess with him!"

Hu San frowned, about to speak, but was cut off by Gou Qiang's next words.

He recounted the events of the day from beginning to end—the twenty-odd elites in the mall all collapsed in ten seconds, Wang Kun didn't even have time to react before he was stuck to the wall and gone, and there was that bear, which could slap a person into the wall with one slap…

Every word was like a hammer blow, striking Hu San's heart again and again.

"Is it really that strong?"

"real."

"Wang Kun...is he really gone?"

"That's all."

Hu San's hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

He glanced at Gou Qiang gratefully. If it weren't for this loyal underling stopping him, he himself might be the one stuck to the wall right now.

He's an S-class, and Wang Kun is a top-tier A-class fighter. He can't just casually stick Wang Kun on the wall.

This person is far superior to him!

Hu San took a deep breath, straightened his open collar, and strode towards Lin Chen.

His waist bent down.

"Mr. Lin," his voice was no longer arrogant, only filled with cautious respect, "I spoke without thinking just now, please forgive my rudeness—"

He raised his hand and slapped himself hard.

"Snapped!"

It was crisp and clear, without any ambiguity.

Lin Chen withdrew her gaze from surveying the surroundings and fixed it on his face: "Hmm."

Then, he glanced at Gou Qiang and said, "You really should thank your little brother; he's very sensible."

Gou Qiang stood up straight, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

Hu San nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, Qiangzi has always been excellent, very excellent!"

"Alright," Lin Chen interrupted him. "Let's find a place to talk about something."

Hu San was taken aback, then suddenly realized what was happening and hurriedly stepped aside to lead the way:

"Okay, okay! It was my fault for neglecting you!"

He pushed open the door that had been tightly closed just moments before and gestured for people to enter.

"Mr. Lin, please come in—"

Inside the room, four disheveled women remained huddled in a corner, motionless.

They didn't know whether to leave or stay, so they could only huddle together, trembling, their eyes filled with terror.

Hu San's face darkened.

"How can you be so blind!" he scolded. "Get over here and serve Master Lin!"

The women, like startled birds, hurriedly stood up and staggered toward Lin Chen.

Looking at these women whose hair was all a bit tangled, Lin Chen's lips twitched.

"...No need." He raised his hand to stop them. "Let them go out first."

Hu San was taken aback, somewhat confused.

But he reacted quickly, immediately waving his hand: "Get out, get out, didn't you hear what Master Lin said?"

The women felt as if they had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the side door, afraid that if they were a step too slow, something else might happen.

Lin Chen stepped into the room, casually found a place to sit down, and crossed his legs. Yuanzai lay down next to Lin Chen's feet and yawned.

Hu San and Gou Qiang stood in front of him, bowing their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

"Let's find a place to sit," Lin Chen said, raising his chin. "Don't be so reserved."

Hu San bowed and scraped, his smile almost excessive: "Master Lin, please sit down. I... I've been sitting for too long, I'll stand for a bit, just a little while."

As he spoke, he secretly rubbed his lower back, making it seem as if he really needed to stand up.

Gou Qiang nodded vigorously, indicating that he felt the same way.

Lin Chen glanced at them, too lazy to expose them.

"Suit yourself." He leaned back in his chair, looking as casual as if he were in his own living room. "I came to see you for a simple reason—to discuss a collaboration."

Hu San's eyes darted around, and he pricked up his ears.

"I will provide food, weapons, water, and cold-weather clothing on a long-term basis..." Lin Chen listed the items one by one, his tone as calm as if he were reading a menu. "In exchange, I'll give you your zombie cores, any level is fine."

He paused, then looked at Hu San: "What do you think, Elder Hu?"

Hu San was stunned for a moment. It was that simple?

His smile widened even further, and he bowed even lower: "Master Lin, you're too kind! What are you talking about exchanging? If you need crystal cores, I'll just give them to you directly! Consider it a small gift!"

Lin Chen's expression turned serious.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

His tone wasn't harsh, but it froze the smile on Hu San's face.

"I'm not here to rob you," Lin Chen said, looking at him clearly and emphasizing each word. "I'm here to make a deal."

He paused, his tone softening, then took on a more earnest tone:

"The apocalypse has only been going on for less than twenty days, so don't take it lightly just because you have a lot of supplies."

Hu San opened his mouth, unsure of what to say.

Lin Chen continued, "Here's a piece of advice—this disaster will last a long time. Humanity will not be able to resume production for a considerable period of time."

He leaned back in his chair, looking at Hu San with a detached gaze.

Food will only become more precious. We must learn to cherish it.

Hu San was completely dumbfounded.

This art style is off.

Why is that killer who just casually shoved someone into the wall suddenly lecturing him?

Gou Qiang, standing to the side, felt extremely uncomfortable, unsure of what to do with his hands.

He glanced at Lin Chen furtively—his face was calm, his eyes clear, not at all sarcastic.

Was he genuinely trying to persuade her?

Why?

Lin Chen certainly didn't suddenly have a sudden burst of saintly compassion.

He simply didn't want to lose some of his workforce and wanted to make this a stable source of crystal cores.

Of course, this excludes those who actually laid a hand on him; those people are truly stuck to the wall.

Hu San asked cautiously, "Then let's listen to Master Lin? Shall we get some different food?"

Lin Chen nodded, saying with satisfaction, "A wise move. Besides, I'll be coming every month from now on; you just need to keep hunting zombies. I have plenty of supplies!"

He then took out an iPad from his storage space and handed it to Hu San: "This contains our price list, clearly marked, and we treat everyone fairly, young and old."

Hu San took the iPad and looked at it carefully with Gou Qiang.

After looking around for a while, I found that the prices inside weren't high; one Tier 1 crystal core could be exchanged for three boxes of instant noodles.

Moreover, the variety is quite complete, with rice, noodles, and cooking oil all available.

They even have fresh fruits and vegetables, but these are extremely expensive.

It seemed that only then did the two realize that the other party really was there to make a deal!