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

Chen Jianhua's last remaining concern vanished.

This is, after all, Chang's territory. If they really push the other side too far and forcibly detain someone, we'll be hesitant to act rashly. We can't just use missiles to raze this place to the ground for the sake of a scientist.

Without further delay, both sides quickly finalized the specific time and location for the handover of the massive shipment of supplies, as well as details such as the routes that the military needed to clear in advance.

Subsequently, Chen Jianhua personally escorted Professor Tang and his daughter to a waiting heavy tracked troop carrier.

The convoy slowly started, rolled over the deep snow, and gradually disappeared into the snow-covered villa area.

Watching the military convoy completely disappear from sight, Chang Hao finally couldn't hold back any longer. He leaned close to his father and asked in a low voice, "Dad, are you just going to let them take the people away like that? What if... what if they change their minds after they get back and don't give us those supplies? Wouldn't we be at a huge loss?"

Chang Chengye turned around, his smile vanished, replaced by his usual deep and calculating demeanor.

He glanced at his son, his tone certain: "They won't. The military still has that much credibility, especially in these kinds of 'deals.' Besides, this batch of supplies won't cripple their vast reserves."

He paused, his gaze fixed on the still-swirling snow outside the window, and lowered his voice, "More importantly, they still control missile silos. We shouldn't easily offend this force until we fully understand the situation or have sufficient strength to counter it."

However, his true calculations were far more complex: "Having regular troops operating outside the city, attracting and clearing out the zombies, would only benefit us. They'd be like free cleaners. Otherwise, even if I truly became the overlord of this frozen city, what would be the point of guarding nothing more than a city of death teeming with the walking dead?"

A biting gust of cold wind slipped in through the crack in the door, making him shiver and quickly wrap his coat tighter around himself.

"This damn weather..." he muttered under his breath, then turned and strode quickly into the warm villa—he really didn't want to stay outside for even a second longer in this freezing cold that could freeze your ears off.

In contrast, Chang Hao, who is a fire-type ability user, was much more relaxed. The warmth that naturally flowed through his body made him almost ignore the low temperature.

Even so, watching his father's departing figure, he could only forcefully suppress the resentment and restlessness in his heart caused by Tang Xiaoran's departure, and reluctantly followed after him.

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Ando Corporation headquarters, second basement level.

This place was originally a storage room for miscellaneous items before the apocalypse. The space was quite spacious, but it was dark and damp, and the air was always filled with a musty smell mixed with the smell of dust.

Since the blizzard struck without warning last night and the temperature plummeted to a deadly level, Wang Gang and his core team hurriedly moved to this deep underground location—at least the thick concrete structure could insulate them from some of the extreme cold.

At that moment, a crisp "bang" rang out from inside the makeshift "general manager's office".

Another cheap porcelain cup, which seemed to have been found out of nowhere, shattered at Wang Gang's feet, its fragments splattering everywhere with the cold tea.

This is probably the umpteenth victim already.

Wang Gang paced back and forth in the dim light, like an enraged brown bear trapped in a cage.

His eyes were bloodshot and red, and the veins near his temples were throbbing as if they were about to burst.

He hadn't slept a wink all night. Whenever he closed his eyes, the image of his son Wang Qiang's tragic death would uncontrollably reappear—a pool of blood, terrified eyes, the moment the woman pulled the trigger… Each replay felt like a dull knife ripping a piece of flesh from his heart.

He followed the example of Tin Shui Wai Garden, using a barely functioning communication network to post recruitment notices for male candidates, making various promises. He finally managed to gather some manpower and was eager to find an opportunity to retaliate.

But then, an extreme blizzard, the likes of which are rare in a century, arrived unexpectedly. The heavy snow blocked all the roads, and visibility dropped to extremely low levels. Even his few drones could not fly more than ten meters before crashing out of control.

All plans have been completely frozen by this damn weather.

What frustrated and enraged him even more was the constant stream of notifications on his phone, almost all of them about "Tianshui Garden":

【Tianshui Garden Shelter】The safe zone remains open! As long as you are willing to work, you are guaranteed a daily hot meal, warm accommodation, and basic medical care! Special priority is given to those with special skills (medical staff, craftsmen, teachers, agricultural technicians, etc.)!

[Urgent Notice] Join us and share Guangzhou's largest supply reserves! Let's work together to withstand the extreme cold and welcome the dawn!

Every time he refreshed the page and saw the attractive recruitment information with pictures and text, Wang Gang's blood pressure would spike a notch.

He knew perfectly well that in this sudden natural disaster, Lin Chen, who was well-prepared and had a huge amount of resources, was growing like a snowball at a terrifying speed, absorbing the desperate survivors.

And what about him? His food and clean water reserves were already depleted, he was in severe shortage of warm blankets and clothing, and even the fuel to keep the stove burning was running out.

Those subordinates who were gathered together by violence or empty promises have long since lost their morale, their eyes are shifty, and they are slow to carry out orders, no longer showing the initial "submission".

"President Wang!" Xiao Cheng, a trusted confidant, pushed open the door and came in, bringing with him a chill. His face was even more gloomy than the weather outside. "Those new recruits, and the earliest batch who were arrested, are causing trouble again."

They kept complaining that we had no food or clothing, but it was all just empty promises to trick them into working for them. Many openly declared they wanted to leave, saying…that this place was an ice cave, and they'd rather try their luck at Tin Shui Wai.

"Heh." Wang Gang snorted coldly, his fleshy face twitching, his eyes flashing with ferocity, as if he wanted to devour someone. "The two ringleaders who are the most active, drag them out and chop them up, throw their bodies in the snow and freeze them, so that everyone can see clearly."

Families? Hold the children or wife hostage—let them go out and find their own food.

If he can't bring back enough food for fifty people for a day within 24 hours, I'll break one of his arms. If both arms aren't enough, I'll break his legs. Let's see who dares to make a sound then!

He paused, lowering his voice even further, yet it carried a chilling edge: "Have your trusted brothers secretly follow these people who have been sent out to find food."

Keep a close eye on them, not only to prevent them from escaping, but also to see if they are secretly colluding or engaging in any underhanded tactics.

"If even the slightest sign is detected, kill on the spot without asking for orders, and bring back the head."

"Understood!" Xiao Cheng couldn't help but shiver, quickly bowed his head in response, and turned to leave.

This method is extremely cruel, but for Wang Gang, it is just returning to his old ways—before the apocalypse, when he lent money at high interest rates and engaged in violent debt collection, he drove many people to ruin and even suicide.

Now that order has collapsed, his "skill" of exploiting fear and manipulating human nature has become even more unscrupulous and unrestrained.