Infinite game, this punishment is fantastic!

"We're all players in the same game, and now we're running out of food. Shouldn't you share what you've found so that everyone can survive?"

They said they would share some, but judging from the iron bars and kitchen knives they were carrying, they were clearly planning to rob them outright.

Upon hearing this, Wang Lei and the other two immediately turned cold and gripped their weapons tightly.

Only Chen Yang remained calm.

After being ambushed, he knew that this kind of thing would definitely happen again.

"What do you mean by 'give us a little'? The supplies are right there, can't you go and loot them yourselves?"

Wu Xia was so angry that she laughed and retorted directly.

"Heh, you've said all the nice things. You guys were quick, skimming all the profits out of the bottom, where are we supposed to find any more?"

As soon as she finished speaking, a burly woman with short hair squeezed out of the crowd.

Her arms were thick and fleshy, clearly indicating she was focused on strength training, and she was staring at Wu Xia with a fierce look on her face.

"To put it bluntly, we're robbing you outright today. What can you do about it? Go ahead and call the police if you dare, and see if any of them will bother you."

After speaking, the short-haired woman let out a disdainful sneer. In her eyes, Chen Yang and his three companions were nothing more than fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, utterly incapable of protecting what they had.

Watching this group of people shout endlessly, Chen Yang's patience finally ran out.

"Get out of my way, I don't have time to play with you."

Chen Yang spoke coldly as he walked straight forward, casually brushing aside the scarred man blocking his way.

The henchmen around Chen Yang were about to mock him for his overconfidence when they suddenly stopped.

The burly, scarred man was thrown to the ground, landing face-first in a heap, as if he had been hit by a speeding truck.

Chen Yang didn't know how Scarface allocated his attribute points.

But he knew very well that players only had 10 attribute points at the start, even if Scarface put them all into Strength.

Their strength wouldn't be greater than his.

This scene instantly plunged the entire audience into a deathly silence.

Wang Lei and his two companions had already experienced Chen Yang's superhuman strength, so they remained relatively calm.

But who else had ever seen such a scene?

Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and they stood there stunned for a long time, unable to come to their senses.

"Damn it, everyone attack together!"

The short-haired woman reacted the fastest. Seeing the scarred man being instantly killed, she immediately concluded that Chen Yang was an extreme stat-adder who had put all his points into strength.

Unfortunately, she guessed wrong.

Seven or eight men rushed forward, wielding iron bars and machetes relentlessly at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang didn't move at all, just stood there with a cold face, letting the weapons fall on him.

[Suffered severe physical damage: Constitution +2]

[Suffered severe physical damage: Constitution +3]

[Suffered severe physical damage: Constitution +4, Strength +1]

The sound of heavy blows rang out, but the more they fought, the more terrified the people around them became.

They discovered that Chen Yang not only didn't fall, but didn't even flinch, as if the iron bars and machetes were just tickling him.

This scene left Wang Lei and the other two, who had stepped aside, completely dumbfounded.

They knew Chen Yang was strong, but they never expected him to be this tough.

This isn't just a tough guy, this is practically a human tank!

"Is this Chen... even human?" Wang Lei muttered, his throat dry.

The group that was besieging them also realized something was wrong. Their faces turned pale, and they retreated as if they were looking at a monster.

The main problem was that Chen Yang was too calm, so calm that it made people uneasy.

Chen Yang lowered his head and clenched his fist, feeling his body become more solid, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"Finished?"

He raised his head, his cold gaze sweeping over the group of people before him: "Now, isn't it my turn?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang suddenly exerted force with his feet.

With a muffled thud, the ground seemed to shake. Chen Yang transformed into a blur and instantly rushed in front of the short-haired woman.

The short-haired woman's pupils contracted sharply, and she instinctively tried to raise the iron rod in her hand to block, but her movements were as slow as a snail in Chen Yang's eyes.

Chen Yang didn't even bother with any fancy tricks; he simply threw a punch.

"Snap!"

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Before the short-haired woman could even scream, she was sent flying four or five meters away like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground and immediately losing consciousness.

The remaining thugs were completely terrified, and they could barely hold their weapons.

"A monster...a monster!"

"Run!"

Just as the group was about to turn around, Chen Yang had already followed them like a shadow.

Every punch he threw was accompanied by a piercing sound as it cut through the air.

One of the thugs raised a knife, ready to fight to the death, but Chen Yang simply feinted with his bare hand and slapped him across the face.

The thug spun around three times on the spot, spraying teeth and blood all over the ground before collapsing heavily.

In less than half a minute, the seven or eight people who had just been shouting that they would rob someone openly were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain, and none of them could stand up.

Chen Yang patted the dust off his clothes expressionlessly, looking as if he had just finished a set of warm-up exercises.

He turned his head, looked at the three men, Wang Lei, who were already petrified, and said calmly:

"What are you standing there for? Keep moving things."

Chen Yang interrupted Wang Lei and the other two from their daze, pointing to the area, "Don't go to any remote corners, just build a shelter near this attic."

After speaking, his cold gaze swept across the ground, landing on the players who were still groaning:

"You lot, those who aren't dead, get up and get to work. Anyone trying to slack off, I wouldn't mind throwing them off right now."

When Chen Yang made his move, he was clearly holding back; otherwise, these people would be corpses by now.

Sure enough, those words worked better than anything else. The thugs who had been lying on the ground pretending to be dead were startled and jumped back in fright.

They were all running as fast as each other, and they scrambled to their feet to start moving bricks and stones, afraid that if they were a step too slow, Chen Yang would drag them to the balcony.

This method of taming was something Chen Yang had seen many times before in northern Myanmar.

It's okay if they don't listen; just beat them a few more times, and their bones will soften naturally.

Seeing the group of people start working hard, Chen Yang casually threw his schoolbag into the corner and sat down with a thud.

More people means more things to do.

With the voluntary labor of these people, a decent shelter was quickly built.

The attic was converted into a makeshift warehouse for storing supplies.

The outside was surrounded by a thick wooden fence, and even a windproof roof was added.

Chen Yang was comfortably leaning back on a leather sofa that had been moved up from the 32nd floor, his eyes half-closed, enjoying a rare moment of comfort in this apocalyptic world.

Just then, three more people wobbled up from the water pipe that Chen Yang had climbed up earlier.

As soon as they landed, they were panting heavily like bellows, and lay on the ground for a long time without moving, clearly exhausted.

But after a short while, one of them gritted his teeth and forced himself to stand up, scrambling and crawling to the water pipe.

"Quick! Stop lying down!"