Combining Mi Li's expression, Shu Yun suddenly understood what Mi Ling was looking for.

If it had been one of her former colleagues, Shu Yun might have teased her, but this was Mi Ling, and she didn't dare.

No one knew the specific relationship between Mi Ling and Chen Luo.

Shu Yun speculated wildly. This thing she was looking for was probably the one Chen Luo used, otherwise she couldn't imagine who else it could be. And Mi Ling was personally looking for it.

If you don't need it, why are you looking for it?

Mi Ling felt stifled. If it weren't for Mi Li, would I want to find it?

Damn Chen Luo.

Shu Yun glanced over, then walked away nonchalantly, pretending not to notice.

Supplies were being moved onto the truck.

Next door was a fruit shop. Most of the fruit was rotten, but there were still some apples, pears, and watermelons that looked edible.

You can't miss it when you pass by, so of course they were also moved onto the truck.

These shops were all on the ground floors of Yulin Residential Area and an opposite residential area, with the residents of the two areas living above.

Chen Luo sensed something and looked up in one direction. He saw several people observing from the windows upstairs.

Chen Luo didn't care; let them watch.

A woman in her forties couldn't help but say, "Young man, I can tell you're a kind-hearted person. Auntie hasn't had watermelon for days and is suffering from the heat. Could you bring one up for me?"

As soon as she said this, similar requests came from other rooms in the building.

"Pretty please, handsome, send some water up."

"Do you have any meat? Could you send up some of those braised duck legs from the supermarket?"

"Bring this old man a few packs of cigarettes, I'm dying for one."

The people on Chen Luo's side were speechless. What nerve!

Chen Luo chuckled and said, "My legs are inconvenient, I can't climb stairs, so I won't be delivering."

The aunties and uncles wouldn't have it. "Young man, don't you know anything about respecting the old and cherishing the young?"

Chen Luo scoffed. Anyone would think they were seventy or eighty years old.

These people were at most in their forties or fifties. Survivors over sixty were extremely rare, as were those under thirteen or fourteen.

Out of ten thousand people, there might be a few. The survivors were almost all young and middle-aged.

Chen Luo ignored them and signaled the others to continue.

The residents of the residential area wouldn't stand for it.

A woman left her room and spread the word. "Everyone, come out quickly, don't sleep! Someone is taking all our supplies!"

Whose else would the stuff downstairs be if not theirs?

After so many days, the survivors in the residential area had mostly gathered together, with most of them gathering in this building facing the street.

On the one hand, they were boosting each other's courage. On the other hand, if there were any rescue teams, they would be the first to know.

"Lao Zhang, Lao Li, everyone come downstairs quickly, bring your weapons and gather together."

It was still before nine in the morning, and most of the survivors' biological clocks were messed up. With no entertainment, the best way to pass the time was to sleep, which also reduced energy consumption.

Everyone told each other, and soon they gathered on the first floor. Surprisingly, there were no zombies on the first floor, as if someone had cleared them out.

"What's going on, why are we gathering?"

"Someone has come outside the residential area and is moving all the supplies from the supermarkets and restaurants downstairs! If they take them away, what will we eat when our supplies run out?"

Someone hesitated. "Aren't there a lot of zombies outside? Did they kill all the zombies?"

"What if they attack us?"

A woman sneered. "I saw them. They used a big truck to ram through. Most of the members are a group of young girls, and they have fewer people than us."

A big truck?

An old man couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "If we had this big truck, could we also crush the zombies?"

"We must seize this truck, and we must not let them take our supplies."

"Let's go, hurry up, don't let them run away."

"Should we call Chen Guang and his gang?"

"Forget it, those little brats have already turned against us. They don't know how to respect their elders at all."

Seventy or eighty people, holding sticks, feather dusters, rolling pins, small benches, and other laughable weapons, ran towards the entrance of the residential area.

Most of these people were elderly, with few young people, about twenty or so.

The exit of this residential area had a black, hollow iron gate, blocking the zombies from entering.

Originally, these old men and women didn't dare to leave the residential area. What if they were bitten by zombies?

But Chen Luo had cleared out most of the zombies, so they had the courage to go out.

As soon as they went out, this group said aggressively.

"Put everything down, you are stealing, you are robbing, do you know that?"

"You're so young and you don't learn to do good, how did your elders teach you?"

The crowd looked at the group of elderly men and women coming out with weapons, and were a little confused, and immediately became vigilant.

Chen Luo quickly understood what was going on, and sneered. A bunch of shameless old bastards.

They didn't dare to deal with zombies, but when they saw people, they were more aggressive than anyone else.

Chen Luo stepped forward and sneered, "Is this your house?"

A middle-aged man in his forties snorted, "Hey, it really is our house. This supermarket was opened by my younger brother. He's dead, so isn't it mine?"

The old men and women chattered, scolding Chen Luo and his group for being so unkind.

Among the few young people, most were male, and their eyes lit up when they saw the girls present.

They spent all day with a group of old women, where could they find girls as pleasing to the eye as these?

Some people couldn't help but whisper and point.

"We're seizing this truck, go back to where you came from."

"Lao Zhang, aren't you a driver? Drive this heavy truck into the residential area."

As they spoke, some people were already preparing to climb into the truck's carriage to collect supplies. The first to get it would be theirs, and they wouldn't have to share it with others.

Chen Luo said coldly, "Get out of here, don't go looking for death."

There really were people who weren't afraid of death, or perhaps they didn't think Chen Luo would dare to attack. Hiding in the relatively closed residential area, they hadn't seen survivors kill each other.

A little old man who seemed to be in his fifties stepped forward and said disdainfully, "What, you want to hit someone?"

"Come, come, hit me, hit me. Let me tell you, if you dare to hit me, I dare to lie on the ground and not get up."

If you don't give me one hundred thousand or eight hundred thousand, don't even think about leaving.

As he spoke, the little old man even put his face in front of Chen Luo's palm. "Hit me, you don't dare to hit me? Humph!"

Having lived for so long, he had never seen such a request.

The little old man's face was right in front of Chen Luo's palm.

Would Chen Luo put up with him?

"You asked for this."

Chen Luo slapped him, and the little old man flew four or five meters away, falling to the ground lifeless.

An old woman stepped forward to check on his condition. "Lao Li, how are you, wake up."

Chen Luo heard someone whispering, "Lao Li used to do scams all the time, he's really good at pretending."