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

Lin Chen was engrossed in watching when he suddenly noticed that it had become quiet below.

He looked down and saw one of Li's henchmen looking up at him, pointing straight at him.

The people around also looked in the direction of that finger, their expressions changing from astonishment to wariness, and then to hostility.

He was so engrossed in watching the drama that he forgot to hide it. Of course, he never intended to hide it anyway.

"Where did this brat come from?" the thug yelled, "What are you doing here?"

Lin Chen's expression, which had been watching the drama unfold, froze.

Wild boy?

You should know that he was born an orphan and hates it most when people use those three words to insult him.

Everyone felt a blur before their eyes.

"bump"

A muffled thud.

The henchman who was just yelling was slammed into the snow, his head smashed into a red and white mess, spreading across a large patch of snow.

Lin Chen stood where he had just been standing, completely clean, without a trace of blood on him.

Fatty Li and his henchmen were covered in splatter.

Some people froze on the spot, while others' legs buckled and they knelt down, the heat from their crotches flowing down their thighs and quickly freezing in the sub-zero temperatures.

Fatty Li's face twitched incessantly, and he swallowed hard.

Wasn't this person just upstairs a moment ago? And now the little mouse is... smashed to pieces? What the hell is this monster?

Lin Chen flashed back to the third floor, dusted off non-existent dust from his hands, and added from above, "That kid had a foul mouth. You guys continue."

Wang Xing and Fatty Li exchanged a glance, then quickly looked away.

With this scourge standing there, who would even bother talking about supplies?

The tense atmosphere was extinguished as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over it. The two groups stood there, unable to advance or retreat, with only the lingering smell of blood in the air.

Lin Chen grew impatient when he saw that they didn't move.

He leaned against the railing, raised his chin at the tall, thin man, and said, "Hey, you're Wang Xing, right?"

Wang Xing tensed up and nodded quickly.

"That fat guy was just bluffing you," Lin Chen said casually. "If he really had sided with that Xie family, wouldn't there be people from the Xie family in the team? Would he be here babbling on with you for so long?"

Wang Xing was taken aback, and the taut string in his mind snapped open.

Yes, everyone in the area knows that the Xie family always sends trusted confidants to monitor the recruited teams.

Although he didn't recognize all the people around Fatty Li, they all looked familiar—they were all old faces—where did these Xie family members come from?

I was so taken aback by the name "Xie family" that I didn't even think of that.

Fatty Li's expression changed. His fat face was still covered with red and white filth. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't dare to make a sound.

Lin Chen stood upstairs, not daring to move.

Wang Xing's mind cleared, but his heart sank even further.

So what if he knows Fatty Li is bluffing? He only has a dozen or so men, while the other side has twice as many. He'll still be at a disadvantage in a fight.

Besides, Fatty Li lost face so badly today, he'll definitely come back for revenge. His team is not to be trifled with.

He clenched his fists, standing there, caught in a dilemma.

At this moment, his henchman leaned over and whispered, "Brother Wang, how about... we ask this big shot for help? He seems to have principles; he even spoke up for us just now."

Wang Xing was slightly taken aback.

Yes, this person is incredibly strong, even stronger than the S-rank Xie family member he met before!

Moreover, he did indeed speak up to remind them just now, and he only killed the one who insulted him, not the innocent person he was killing indiscriminately.

If we had someone like that to help us, we would definitely be able to get through this today.

But... what does he have that can move people?

His lousy team has neither supplies nor manpower.

Would a powerhouse of that level even care about something like this? Wang Xing thought to himself, the more he thought about it, the more uncertain he felt.

But his underlings were all watching him, and Fatty Li's group was starting to stir restlessly. He had no time to hesitate.

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, took two steps forward, and looked up at Lin Chen on the third-floor railing.

"Sir..." His throat was dry, and his voice sounded weak even to himself. "Thank you for reminding me earlier. We're just a small family, we don't have anything particularly impressive to offer..."

He paused, then gritted his teeth: "But if there's anything you can do to help, just let me know. We might not be good at much else, but we can certainly run errands, relay messages, and scout ahead."

After he finished speaking, he stood there, his palms sweaty.

Lin Chen didn't respond, but just looked down at him, her gaze indifferent, revealing no emotion.

Wang Xing's heart sank lower and lower. Just as he was about to say "Excuse me" and quickly back down, he heard Lin Chen suddenly speak.

"How long have you guys been hanging around here?"

Wang Xing was taken aback, then quickly replied, "It's been here since the apocalypse, for more than three months."

"So you seem to know this area quite well?"

"We know it like the back of our hand!" Wang Xing's voice suddenly rose, but then he realized he was too excited and quickly suppressed it. "We know the surrounding streets, the strongholds, where the zombie dens are, and where we can dig out supplies. We know it all."

The person upstairs nodded, as if he was thinking about something.

A few seconds later, he waved to Wang Xing.

"Come on up and let's chat."

Wang Xing's heart skipped a beat. He glanced back at his underlings, who were all frantically giving him meaningful glances.

He took a deep breath and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Fatty Li stood there, his fat face jiggling, but he didn't dare to say anything to stop him.

He knew he could forget about getting any supplies today, and even his life depended on the mood of the person upstairs.

He cursed that foul-mouthed little rat a thousand times in his mind. At the same time, he cursed himself: "I'm usually pretty quick-witted, so why didn't I try to get closer to him first? It's all that stinky mouth's fault!"

Wang Xing went up to the third floor and stood a meter away from Lin Chen, not daring to breathe.

Lin Chen turned to look at him: "You know the Moon Lake Villa area, right?"

Wang Xing nodded quickly: "I know, I know."

"Do you know whose land that used to be?"

"That used to belong to the Xie family," Wang Xing answered quickly. "The Xie family was originally one of the residents there. But after several major battles, they seized the underground fortifications in the Financial City area and moved there."

"How long ago was this?"

"About two months."

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes.

Two months ago was the time when Liu Feifei's mother was murdered. Today, by sheer coincidence, she's stumbled upon a big fish.

Whether it is true or not, a trip to the Xie family will tell you.

Even if they didn't do it, as local bullies, they should know a lot of inside information.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Wang Xing: "You said you want to follow me?"

Wang Xing nodded hurriedly, nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

Lin Chen glanced at him.

The Yangtze River Delta urban agglomeration has a high population density and complex situation, so it cannot be dealt with in the same way as Guangdong Province.

He may have to stay here for a long time, perhaps until the extreme cold disaster ends.

We definitely need a few locals to run errands, relay messages, and scout out the way.

It's hard to say what Wang Xing's foundation is like, but his insight should be no worse than Zhou Tiannian's, and he's willing to go all out in crucial moments.

It might be worth using.