Upon attempting to address Aunt Lin, no response came forth. It dawned upon the neighbors that they had fallen victim to Aunt Lin's cunning schemes. In the chat group, expressions of affectionate "greetings" for Aunt Lin flourished. However, from the moment Aunt Lin decided to deceive her neighbors, she cared not for their insults. Yet, someone had set their sights on the resources she had acquired through deception. Enter the societal figure, Chen Zhenghao. Though it had been five days since the apocalypse, the true situation outside remained unknown. Thus, the desperate scramble for resources had not yet begun. In Zhang Yi's memories, Chen Zhenghao later led a group to plunder goods and was even involved in violence. However, for now, he had not resorted to seizing resources from the neighbors. After all, societal individuals possessed some degree of intellect. Even Zhang Yi, who had shot him in the leg, refrained from breaking into his home without absolute certainty. Their supplies had significantly diminished by now. Unlike societal individuals, they did not have the habit of hoarding resources at home. Their refrigerator contained plenty of beer, but it had long frozen into ice. Lin's actions caught Chen Zhenghao's eye. She had declared her intention to collect resources and distribute them uniformly. Although he initially scoffed at Aunt Lin's words, it became evident that she had acquired some neighbors' resources through deception. This gave him a legitimate reason to seize them! Even after the thaw, Aunt Lin, being in the wrong, wouldn't dare to do much. Hence, Chen Zhenghao picked up his phone and dialed Aunt Lin.
At that moment, Aunt Lin was at home, happily enjoying cookies with her grandson, Little Tiger. Instant noodle consumption had to wait for the brief daily power-on period. Just then, her phone rang urgently. "Grandma, it's a call!" Little Tiger pointed at the phone. Aunt Lin snorted, full of disdain. She thought it must be the foolish neighbors who had been deceived. For those fools, she felt no guilt; in fact, she considered them all fools. However, upon picking up the phone and seeing the caller's name, a tinge of fear flashed across her face. "Chen Zhenghao? Why is he calling me?" Chen Zhenghao, a well-known societal figure with numerous subordinates and reputed connections, was not someone Aunt Lin, a mere community worker, could easily provoke. Aunt Lin answered the call. Chen Zhenghao's voice came through, "Hello, Aunt Lin! You've got quite a skill, taking everyone's resources for yourself." Aunt Lin, upon hearing the word "resources," became sensitive. She coughed, "Cough, as a community worker, managing resources for everyone is my duty." Chen Zhenghao sneered, "Well, that's perfect. Our family is short on resources now. Hurry up and deliver them to me!" Aunt Lin's expression froze; she hadn't expected this thug to come demanding her resources! She seemed to forget that she had also acquired resources through dishonest means from other neighbors. While Aunt Lin dared not provoke Chen Zhenghao, she was unwilling to surrender the obtained resources for her and her grandson's survival. Gritting her teeth, she said, "I still need to manage these resources and there are households yet to contribute, so distribution cannot be carried out yet." Chen Zhenghao was growing impatient. This Aunt Lin truly had no idea of her situation and was using such words to stonewall him! He angrily exclaimed, "Old woman, you've got no conscience! Have you hoarded all those things for yourself?" "Let me tell you, you better hand over those things willingly, or else, hehe, I'll come take them myself!" Aunt Lin's face turned pale with fright, trembling as she struggled to find the right words. She was used to bullying the weak but had no clue how to deal with someone like Chen Zhenghao. She could only muster the courage to say, "What do you want to do? I warn you, don't act recklessly! I am a community worker!" Chen Zhenghao laughed even harder, "Pah, what a joke, really deluding yourself! If you don't give it, I'll come and take it myself!" After saying that, Chen Zhenghao hung up the phone. In recent days, due to the extreme cold, he had called his subordinates to his home. On one hand, having more people provided warmth, and on the other, several had fallen ill after being drenched with cold water by Zhang Yi, and someone needed to take care of them. Thirdly, Chen Zhenghao, as a societal individual, had some foresight. He had realized that the situation was not developing favorably, so he concentrated his manpower. When necessary, having people on his side would ensure absolute dominance! However, so many people still needed to eat. After hanging up the phone, he immediately called his subordinates, and then a group of people rushed towards Aunt Lin's home. Chen Zhenghao, with a mop as a makeshift crutch in one hand and a baseball bat in the other, aggressively approached Aunt Lin's
door. This scene was clearly observed by Zhang Yi using surveillance cameras. Sitting on the TV, legs on the coffee table, enjoying potato chips while watching TV programs, Zhang Yi said with a grin, "Oh, it looks like a dog-eat-dog show is about to begin!" This was only the fifth day of the apocalypse, and he didn't expect such an entertaining drama to unfold, with both sides being people he despised. Zhang Yi was in high spirits. Suddenly, he thought of the naive neighbors who had been deceived by Aunt Lin. Based on his past life's memories and understanding of these neighbors, even after experiencing this incident, there would be more people falling for deception later. Helplessly, people tend to harbor illusions, especially due to thousands of years of Confucian ideology, instinctively choosing to submit to Aunt Lin, the representative of the neighborhood committee. Thus, Aunt Lin continued to fleece the neighbors layer by layer. Zhang Yi rubbed his chin, "What if I share what's happening here in the group? I wonder how it will turn out." Zhang Yi smirked, "It's bound to be quite spectacular!" So, he pressed the record button. After Chen Zhenghao and his group arrived at Aunt Lin's home, they began to berate loudly, demanding Aunt Lin to open the door. Yue Lu Residential Area was a mid-range community, and every household had installed anti-theft doors. However, as everyone knew, these doors were meant to prevent thieves and were not exceptionally sturdy against forced entry. Aunt Lin's home was not like Zhang Yi's. Although it was clear Aunt Lin desperately tried to block the door, the anti-theft door lock, which could resist theft, offered little resistance to a group of envious hooligans. They used baseball bats, steel bars, and pry bars to vigorously smash the lock, quickly breaking it. Although Aunt Lin tried to use a table and sofa to block the door, they were of no hindrance to them. Through the camera, Zhang Yi saw the terror written across Aunt Lin's pale face.