Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

Chapter 41: The Gathering of the Bosses, A Plot Against Ye Yan.

too fast.

It happened so fast that the original posters had no time to prepare, so fast that ordinary people sided with him without hesitation, so fast that even she herself hadn't fully figured out where all of this was going.

Arrow towers were erected one by one, firewalls surrounded the entire community, and fire eyes were spread into every building. Ye Yan's control over this community was expanding at a visible speed.

And the cost.

She looked down at the messages on her phone screen that read "Long live Lord Ye".

It's these people's insane superstition.

These are the people who can no longer live without him.

It wasn't that I was kidnapped; it was that I did it willingly.

They willingly place their sense of security in one person, willingly believe that he can protect them, and willingly give up thinking, entrusting all their hope of survival to another person.

This willingness is stronger than any chain.

Inside the firewall, on the 9th building.

Zhao Tianchen sat in the darkness, facing a monitoring wall composed of more than a dozen mobile phone screens.

The screens emitted a faint blue light, reflecting his bloodless face. The images showed hallways, corridors, and the interiors of rooms.

All the images come from the eyes of the "people" under his command.

He could see wherever those puppets controlled by poisonous insects went.

At this moment, the same firelight was reflected on more than a dozen screens.

The light from the fire wall pierced through the thick walls and snow, still dazzlingly bright.

Zhao Tianchen stared at the images, motionless.

His lips twitched slightly, not from anger, but from something he himself was unwilling to admit.

disturbed!

Scared.

fear.

This was unbelievable to him.

He was actually afraid of a kid who had only been awakened a few days ago?

That kid was just lucky; he discovered an unorthodox construction method and won people's hearts by selling items.

His insects are growing, his "people" are increasing, and his power is expanding day by day.

Just give him a little more time, until the insect hive matures, until the number of infected exceeds three digits, until his army takes shape.

What will a wall of fire matter then?

He repeated these words to himself over and over, like chanting a mantra.

But it didn't work.

Because the same image kept flashing through his mind: Ye Yan standing in front of the fire wall, his hand on the wood, golden light surging from his palm and covering the entire snowfield.

In that instant, he suddenly realized that this person's strength was not something that could be created by smashing, but something that grew naturally.

Like a tree, it takes root deep in the ground, turning the entire community into its own soil.

But Zhao Tianchen was always just an insect.

Insects can gnaw through the bark of a tree and bore into the trunk of a tree.

But insects are parasites by nature, while trees are naturally inclined to grow upwards and in all directions, planting their roots in every inch of soil and allowing every leaf to bask in the sunlight.

Insects can't beat trees.

Zhao Tianchen suddenly stood up, causing his chair to tip backward.

"Impossible," he whispered. "He couldn't—impossible—"

Zhao Er, standing behind him, did not react at all.

Its pure black eyes stared blankly ahead, like an exquisite puppet.

Zhao Tianchen's breathing grew heavier and heavier, his chest heaving violently, and his festering hands trembled slightly at his sides.

He suddenly turned around and walked towards the door.

"Contact the other thread starters and tell them I have something to discuss."

Zhao Er's mouth opened and closed, his voice sounding as if it were coming from a coffin: "Yes, Master."

The news quickly spread to every building.

Blind Liu received it, Jiang Yu received it, and Wild Fox received it.

Veteran Chen is dead.

His seat is currently vacant, and no one is attending in his place.

The head of several buildings sat down at a table on the basement floor of Building 9.

The air quality is terrible.

The stench emanating from Zhao Tianchen permeated the entire room. Some people frowned, but remained silent.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I know it's useless to say anything.

Zhao Tianchen didn't care whether others could smell it or not, just as he didn't care whether those "people" were still alive or dead.

Liu the Blind spoke first, his one eye scanning the room, his voice hoarse: "Everyone's here?"

The wild fox remained huddled in the chair, not responding.

Old Zhou's chair was empty; he could see it at a glance. That empty seat felt like a thorn, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Jiang Yu stood against the wall with her arms crossed, not sitting down.

Her face was expressionless.

But everyone could sense that she was standing furthest away from Zhao Tianchen.

Zhao Tianchen sat in the main seat, his festering hands resting flat on the table, pus seeping out and corroding two shallow pits in the wooden table.

"Old soldier Zhou is dead."

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No one responded.

"He died downstairs in his own building, his throat slit."

Zhao Tianchen's gaze swept over everyone present.

"It doesn't matter who did it."

"The important thing is that guy Ye Yan!"

"You've all seen it, that wall of fire."

silence.

Who didn't see it?

"In the past, you had a choice."

Zhao Tianchen said.

"If you don't want to buy his arrow towers, you don't have to. If you don't want to use his torches, you don't have to. If you don't want his men to enter your building, you don't have to. So what now?"

He turned his festering right hand over, palm up, and pus seeped from the lines of his palm, dripping onto the table, each drop corroding a small, smoking pit.

"Now, he has surrounded the entire neighborhood. You can't get out, and you can't hide. His fiery eyes are glued to your walls, his men are standing downstairs, and his food is feeding you."

"That's enough," Jiang Yu said.

Zhao Tianchen looked at her.

Jiang Yu did not back down, her eyes, cold as ice picks, staring straight at him.

"Just say what you want to say. No need for preambles or beating around the bush."

Zhao Tianchen's lips curled into a slight smile, a smile that sent chills down one's spine: "Kill him."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"While he still had time to kill."

Liu the Blind did not immediately express his opinion. He looked down at his thin, dry hands, thought for a long time, and then nodded.

The movement was so light that it was almost imperceptible, but everyone saw it.

The wild fox opened its mouth as if to say something, looked at Blind Liu, then at Zhao Tianchen, and finally closed its mouth and nodded.

All eyes were on Jiang Yu.

Jiang Yu neither nodded nor shook her head. She simply stood there, arms crossed, her face expressionless.

"And you?" Zhao Tianchen asked, looking at her.

After a long silence, Jiang Yu nodded:

It wasn't a complete word, but rather a vague, almost perfunctory nasal sound.

But that's enough.

Zhao Tianchen already knew the answer.

A genuine smile finally bloomed on his bloodless face.

"----Um."

"very good."

He stood up, his festering hands braced on the table. Pus dripped down the edge of the table, dripping onto the floor with a sizzling sound.

"Since everyone agrees, let's discuss—how to kill him."

No one noticed that the only person present who hadn't spoken had stood up.

She was wearing a gray coat, had long hair that reached her waist, and wore a mask. She quietly left her seat.

"where did you go?"

Zhao Tianchen recognized her; she was the owner of Building 13, and an Awakened One who had not yet demonstrated her Sequence Ability.

"Going to the toilet"