Extreme Cold Apocalypse: My Shelter is Full of Beautiful Women

Chapter 42 Slave Contract

The door closed.

Zhao Tianchen stared at the closed door for two seconds.

He didn't think much of it.

This woman has always been like this: unsociable, quiet, and so inconspicuous that people always forget she's at this table.

He looked away and continued his discussion with the other forum members.

But he didn't notice that the woman never came back after she left.

That door remained closed.

At the other end of the residential complex, on the overpass between buildings 13 and 14, the woman in the gray coat reappeared.

She stood in the middle of the overpass, her hands in her coat pockets, her long hair hanging down to her waist swaying gently in the wind.

The light from the wall of fire shone on her face from afar, but her expression remained calm, as calm as a still lake.

Someone is coming from behind.

"lawyer."

She didn't turn around.

"Have they already discussed it?"

"It's settled."

"Kill him?"

"Kill him."

There was silence for a moment.

The person behind him asked in a low voice, "What do we do?"

The lawyer didn't speak, he just stared at the wall of fire for a very long time.

"Do nothing."

The person behind him opened their mouth as if to say something, but ultimately kept it closed.

"I'm leaving." The lawyer turned and walked downstairs.

Her footsteps echoed on the overpass, unhurried, as if each step she took was on a rhythm unseen by others.

When she reached the end of the overpass, she suddenly stopped.

"Oh, right."

The people behind him immediately stopped in their tracks.

"Tell our people to stay away from Building 4 for the next few days."

Why?

The lawyer did not answer.

She glanced at the wall of fire one last time before disappearing into the darkness of the stairwell.

Because she knew that those people couldn't kill Ye Yan.

It's not because he's too strong, but because they're too stupid.

They thought that killing someone only required stabbing them when they were off guard, but they didn't realize that truly powerful people wouldn't give you that "opportunity."

His defense wasn't a single wall, but a network of layers.

When you think you've gotten close to him, you're actually already standing in the middle of his net.

But she wouldn't weave her net in such a place.

Building 4, Room 404.

Firewall - Incomplete

Current length: 320 meters

[Coverage Area: 80% of the exterior walls of the residential complex]

[Energy Consumption: Exceeds the current carrying capacity of the Sacred Flame LV2]

[Recommendation: Upgrade the core or build additional energy towers]

The so-called energy tower is a building that provides energy to the building in place of the core of the sacred flame.

It is also the most core building in LV2.

With it, there will be no problem with the energy supply for firewalls, arrow towers, and even cannons; you can even build greenhouses!

Furthermore, the temperature around the energy tower will increase.

Now it's very simple.

[Ye Yan: The firewall in the community has been initially completed. However, more people are needed to participate in its maintenance. Those willing to participate, please collect materials according to the list below. The building that collects the most materials will have an energy tower built at its base, allowing that building to enjoy 24-hour uninterrupted heating from the sacred fire.]

The moment the message was sent out in the group, everyone went crazy.

It's not for the collective, it's for my own building.

For the priority heating rights of a building.

Some say that human nature cannot withstand the test.

But they forgot that human nature is most tested when there is profit to be made.

At this very moment, the survivors in each building are frantically dismantling their own furniture, doors, windows, and floors, and even wanting to peel off the plaster from the walls, just to gather enough materials from the list.

Ye Yan sat on the sofa, holding a cup of tea.

The phone screen was lit up, displaying the chat history in the group.

The messages of "Long live Lord Ye" are still flooding the screen.

Qi Rushuang stood by the window, her back to him, and spoke very softly.

"Xiao Yan, they should have finished discussing it."

"Um.

""

"Guess what they discussed?"

Ye Yan took a sip of tea, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"Kill me."

Qi Rushuang turned around and looked at him. His expression was as calm as if he were saying, "The weather is nice today."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"What are you afraid of?"

Ye Yan put down his teacup, stood up, walked to the window, and stood side by side with her.

Outside the window, the firelight illuminated half the city; the cheering crowds were still downstairs, and the eyes behind the screens were still watching him.

Those who plotted to kill him are probably excitedly thinking he is their prey.

"Are you afraid they'll kill me? Or are you afraid they won't be able to kill me?"

Qi Rushuang remained silent.

Ye Yan turned his head to look at her and suddenly smiled.

"You're bullying your teacher, do you know that?"

"Um?"

"While they were meeting to figure out how to kill me, I was building firewalls. While they were discussing how to assign tasks, I was recruiting labor. They thought I was in the open, and they were in the shadows, but they forgot..."

He paused, then reached out and tapped the window frame.

"This entire neighborhood is under my control."

The light from the firewall shone on his profile, golden and warm.

Qi Rushuang looked into his eyes, and in that golden reflection, she saw something that sent a chill down her spine.

dong dong dong.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Le Wuyou went over to take a look.

Through the peephole, one could see that the person was wearing a gray overcoat, with long hair reaching his waist, and a very ordinary face—so ordinary that he would be easily lost in a crowd.

But for some reason, she exudes a unique and extraordinary aura.

"Who?"

Le Wuyou asked cautiously.

"The owner of Building 13," Shen Qingyue said simply, "Shen Qingyue is a lawyer."

"Huh?" Yue Wuyou exclaimed in surprise.

They couldn't believe that the mysterious owner of the 13th floor would suddenly contact them.

"Come in"

Upon hearing the words at the door, the liquid ammonia opened its mouth.

Click!

The door was opened.

Ye Yan turned around, looked at the approaching woman, and said nothing.

The woman stopped three steps away from him.

"Building 13, surnamed Shen, Shen Qingyue. Professional lawyer."

Ye Yan looked her up and down. She was thin, or rather, of normal build, a rare sight in this apocalyptic world.

Most people were already skin and bones from hunger, but she maintained a relatively normal figure, which means she never lacked food.

Having never lacked food was itself a testament to strength at this time.

"What is it?"

"I surrender." Shen Qingyue's voice was as calm as stating facts in a courtroom. "I want to join you."

A moment of silence fell over the area. Qi Rushuang's brows furrowed slightly, and the fat man paused, his hand holding the teacup still.

Ye Yan didn't answer immediately, but looked at her for a few seconds.

"To surrender, one must first offer a pledge of loyalty."

Lin Zhiyi took out a stack of papers from her coat pocket.

"This is the slave contract for Building 13."

"ha?"

Le Wuyou leaned closer for a look, his eyes widening in disbelief: "Slaves? Slaves still exist these days?"

"What's the use of this kind of paper?"

"It's useful, but it's just a sequence ability," Shen Qingyue pushed up her glasses and said calmly, "It has binding capabilities."

"ha?"

"that"

Looking at the stack of slave contracts in front of him, Ye Yan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you a lawyer?"

How many slave contracts did a lawyer sign?