High-level martial arts: Invincibility starts with basic archery.

Chapter 133 What You Fear Comes to pass (Please subscribe)

In the living room of a two-story villa in Zhao Family Fortress, several emaciated men with tattered clothes were eating around a table.

The table was laden with a variety of dishes, including vegetables and meat, and the aroma was enticing.

The group wolfed down their food, as if they were starving ghosts reincarnated.

"Waaaaah..."

Just then, one of the young men suddenly raised his head, his face turning bright red.

Upon seeing this, the others quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks, some patting his back and others handing him water.

"call……"

The young man finally swallowed the food and quickly thanked the group.

"Young people are just young people. How can they not choke if they eat so fast?" a man said as he picked up his chopsticks again.

"Come on, you have the nerve to talk about others. You were eating just as fast as that young man, you were just lucky you didn't choke."

"In my opinion, none of you ate slowly just now."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Everyone laughed upon hearing this.

As they laughed, someone started to cry.

"I don't even remember what it felt like to choke on food."

"Yeah, I've almost forgotten when was the last time I had a full meal? A year ago? Three years ago? Ten years ago?"

"Sigh, ever since I came to Zhao Family Fort, I haven't had a single good day. Zhao Da and his gang don't treat us like human beings at all, they're worse than livestock. Meanwhile, they live like gods. Look at this villa, this living room, this kitchen."

"That's right. I was stunned the moment I opened that double-door refrigerator. There was no meat, fish, eggs, or dairy products inside. I looked down and there were even popsicles! Damn, I'm going to eat at least ten of them after I finish eating."

"That's right, that's right."

These words immediately resonated with the people present.

Just then, a man who had been sitting facing south and hadn't said much coughed lightly and said, "Those are all Brother Chen's things. We'd better not touch them."

Everyone else was taken aback upon hearing this.

The man continued, "Before Brother Chen left, he entrusted us with the tasks of distributing food and guarding the basement, which shows his trust in us."

"That's right, Brother Chen is saying that we can eat as much food as we want in this villa, but we have to know when to stop, right?"

After exchanging glances, the group nodded.

"Brother Wu is right. We are able to sit here chatting and eating because of Brother Chen. If it weren't for him, we would still be doing hard labor there."

"That's right. He entrusted the warehouse to us to guard, which shows his trust in us. We must not let him down."

"Speaking of which, there shouldn't be any problems with this basement, right?" the young man He Fei, who had just choked up, asked subconsciously.

After all, that young man Chen is so powerful that even Zhao Da is no match for him. There would be some fools in the village who would try to take advantage of the basement.

"I hope not."

After Wu Guang finished speaking, he silently picked at the rice in his bowl.

After Chen Fan left, he immediately went to the warehouse to get weapons.

When the food was being distributed earlier, he saw many people staring intently at the basement.

Seeing this, the others also buried themselves in their food.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps came from outside.

The group looked up and simultaneously turned to look at the doorway.

When I saw it, I was almost scared to death.

At the entrance of the villa, there were hundreds of people gathered, including the old and the young, men and women. The first dozen or so were all young and strong, some of whom were carrying knives, guns and bows and arrows.

"W-what's going on?"

He Fei's mouth gaped open.

Wu Guang put down his chopsticks, his expression grave.

The other three or four people all looked somewhat pale.

They were just wondering if anyone would really be so bold as to try and steal Chen's things.

As it turns out, there really are such people, and it seems there are quite a few.

"Quickly pick up the weapons on the ground."

Wu Guang said in a low voice.

The group snapped out of their daze, quickly picked up the knives and guns on the ground, and followed the first person to the front gate.

Looking at the large group of people in front of them, their hands holding weapons were trembling.

"What are you doing here? Haven't we already distributed all the food?"

Wu Guang gripped his spear, his gaze sweeping over the group of people before him, his voice steady.

The elderly, women, and children among the more than one hundred people unconsciously took a step back, not daring to look them in the eye.

However, the dozen or so people at the head of the group remained completely calm.

One of the men, who was over 1.8 meters tall and had triangular eyes, said with a smile, "Brother Wu, the food has been distributed, but everyone is still lacking some daily necessities, such as shampoo and shower gel. I see there are still quite a few in the basement, so why don't we distribute those too? Everyone is in a hurry to use them."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen people around him immediately echoed his words.

Not far away, other people also gathered together, looking in this direction, clearly observing.

"Do you want some daily necessities?"

Wu Guang asked.

"That's right, that's right."

Sun Biao nodded repeatedly.

"OK."

Wu Guang looked at He Fei and said, "Xiao Fei, go inside and get some daily necessities."

This scene immediately caused a stir among the group of people.

Especially the dozen or so men in the lead.

To be honest, it took a lot of courage for them to do this. After all, that guy from Chenjia Village was even more powerful than Zhao Da. If they really angered him, their fate would be no better than that of the dead Zhao Da.

But they had seen the group from Chenjia Village carrying out one good thing after another from the basement.

Thinking back on the Zhao brothers' past life, it's obvious without even thinking that there must have been countless good things in the basement.

So they brought a group of people over, hoping to make some money off them, and to their surprise, this first step went quite smoothly.

"what?"

He Fei was taken aback, then asked, "How much? How much do you want?"

Wu Guang frowned and said, "Let's take out a few dozen items first."

"Dozens of items?"

Sun Biao's voice rang out, "Brother Wu, this is far too little. Look, we have over 100 people here, and you're only taking a few dozen items? How can that be enough?"

"Exactly, Brother Wu, the stuff in the basement isn't yours, why are you being so stingy?"

"Speaking of which, those things belonged to everyone. It's just that Zhao Da and his gang had taken them over. Now that Zhao Da and his gang are dead, instead of letting them gather dust in the basement, we might as well take them out and distribute them to everyone."

"Yes, Brother Chen left in a hurry and probably forgot. If he were here, he would definitely agree to do it this way."

The group chatted amongst themselves, with someone occasionally stirring up trouble by asking, "Is that right?"

The more than 100 elderly, weak, women and children behind them also became bolder and started shouting.

This scene made the hundreds of onlookers extremely envious.

Some people thought that if they joined them, they might get a lot of good stuff later.

Some people pulled the person next to them aside and shook their heads.

"Are you done talking?"

After the commotion subsided, Wu Guang asked.

"Now that you've finished speaking, it's my turn to talk."

He stood on the steps, looking down at Zhao Da, and said loudly, "You've got it wrong. This doesn't belong to anyone; it belongs to Zhao Da. Since Brother Chen killed Zhao Da, the things in the basement naturally belong to Brother Chen..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone opposite him scoffed, "What Zhao Da's stuff? It's all earned through everyone's hard work. It's just that Zhao Da has taken it all. Don't you all agree?"

"right!"

The crowd immediately echoed their agreement.

Wu Guang gave him a cold look and said, "Since you think these things belong to everyone, why didn't you say so when Zhao Da was here, or when Brother Chen was here, but only now?"

"I... I didn't have time to say it," the man said guiltily.

"snort."

Wu Guang snorted coldly, "I think you're just too scared to speak up. You think it's easier to talk to everyone if Brother Chen distributes the food, right? So you brought so many people here, wanting more, so you can distribute everything and then it's not a problem if there are too many of you. When Brother Chen comes back, there's nothing he can do, right?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

A look of panic crossed the man's face. "I did it all for everyone's sake. Look at how everyone is doing now. Is it too much to ask for some supplies?"

"Taking just a little is certainly not excessive, but from what I heard before, you were saying you wanted to take everything out of the basement and divide it up."

Wu Guang sneered.

The commotion immediately subsided.

"You...you must have misheard me?"

As he spoke, the man cast a pleading glance at Sun Biao, who was standing to the side.

They risked offending Chen Fan and gathered so many people here; if they only got a few dozen daily necessities, it would be a huge loss.

"Brother Wu, Xiao Wang meant well," Sun Biao said, squinting his eyes. "With so many of us, this is far too little."

"Brother Sun is right, give us more."

"Brother Wu, please have mercy on us. We're all in the same boat, so please let us in and take some. Don't worry, we won't take more than we need."

"Yes, we promise not to take more."

Wu Guang sneered and refused outright, "I won't let you go down to get it. This is all I can give you; any more is beyond my control."

If you really want it, just wait until Brother Chen comes back and ask him for it yourselves.

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

The eyes of the dozen or so men at the head all fell on Sun Biao.

This guy is clearly not willing to give more, is he?

We can't just take this little bit and leave.

"Brother Wu,"

Sun Biao laughed, "Why bother? Why make things so tense? You'll be guarding his basement. When he comes back, how much will he give you? Don't forget, he's from Chenjia Village. There are quite a few people from Chenjia Village."

It would be better if we divided up those things; everyone would benefit. Even if he comes back and finds out, he can't do anything about all of us, right?

"Take my advice and let us go down. You'll get the lion's share, we'll take some, and everyone else will get a cut. Wouldn't that be a win-win situation?"

(End of this chapter)