Soon, Zhang Yi heard the wailing of Lin Mama resembling the slaughter of a pig. After Chen Zhenghao stormed into the house, he ruthlessly slapped Lin Mama's face.
"You old thing, deceiving the neighbors for supplies. I'm here to uphold justice!" Chen Zhenghao laughed heartily. Lin Mama, knocked to the ground, dizzy-headed, struggled to speak.
Chen Zhenghao commanded his subordinates, "Search the house. Take all the food and drinks! These are hard-earned by our neighbors; we can't let her off easy!"
His subordinates smirked, sneaking into the kitchen and bedroom, turning every nook and cranny inside Lin Mama's house upside down. Soon, they found a pile of instant noodles, bread, biscuits, bottled water, and more.
Lin Mama crawled over, tears streaming down, clutching Chen Zhenghao's thigh, "You can't take everything away. We still have our own supplies. How can my grandson and I survive if you take it all?"
Chen Zhenghao stared coldly at her, scoffed, "None of my business! Get lost!" With that, he delivered a kick with his intact leg, hitting Lin Mama squarely in the face.
"Ah!!" Lin Mama let out a pig-like scream, falling backward. At this moment, a shout came from the bedroom, "You bunch of scoundrels, get out of here!"
It was Lin Mama's grandson, Xiaohu, who, upon discovering his hidden chocolate cookies, was now red-eyed. He grabbed a fruit knife from a drawer and stabbed it into a thug's buttocks.
In extreme cold, any injury could be fatal. The thug howled in pain. Upon realizing he was stabbed by a child, his eyes flared with anger. "Damn, if this gets out, how will I ever live it down!"
The thug, nicknamed Xiaokalam, furious, aimed a forceful kick at Xiaohu's stomach. A kick from an adult at full strength was too much for a six-year-old to bear. Xiaohu screamed, flying through the air, slamming into the wall like a sack of garbage.
As the saying goes, "Hitting people is like hanging a painting," and this scene exactly fit that description. Chen Zhenghao and his group burst into laughter.
"Haha! Lao Wu, when did you become so skilled in leg techniques!"
"To think you kicked that little brat away, impressive!"
Lao Wu, also known as Xiaokalam, proudly pulled the knife from his buttocks, saying, "Cool, right? I wish you guys recorded that scene!"
Lin Mama, wounded, initially wanted to feign death on the ground. However, seeing her beloved grandson being severely kicked, she despairingly cried, "Xiaohu, my grandson!" and rushed toward him.
Chen Zhenghao pointed at Lin Mama, stating firmly, "This is the price for deceiving the neighbors. I'm doing justice!" The group laughed heartily, leaving Lin Mama's house with their spoils.
This cruel scene raised Zhang Yi's eyebrows. While he felt satisfaction watching the despicable Lin Mama's family being beaten, he also recognized the cracks in the once-civilized society within their community. More brutal events were likely to follow.
"Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with me."
"Watching them fight for resources with such desperation, while I can only lay low at home, is truly boring."
Zhang Yi reclined on the sofa, smiling and sighing. He then shared the video he recorded with the residents' group.
The deceived residents, initially cursing Lin Mama, cheered upon seeing the video of her and her grandson being beaten, and their acquired supplies stolen.
"Haha, big liar, serves her right!"
"Hao Ge is mighty! To deal with such people, thunderous methods are necessary!"
"That's the cost of being a swindler!"
"Haha, trying to steal but ended up losing everything, it's hilarious!"
Although the residents who lost supplies knew they wouldn't get them back, they took delight in Lin Mama's beating. Some even hailed Chen Zhenghao as a hero.
"Hao Ge is mighty!"
"He is indeed a community leader, standing for justice!"
"If not for Hao Ge, we wouldn't have any way to deal with these shameless scum."
"Hao Ge, be careful. This old woman is cunning; she might report you to the police."
Some even offered advice to Chen Zhenghao. This incident brought him both fame and fortune, and he left Lin Mama's house with a wealth of resources.
Observing the residents' chat, Zhang Yi sneered, shaking his head. These residents failed to realize a crucial issue: if Chen Zhenghao could break into Lin Mama's house today, he might do the same to theirs someday. As people lost hope in the outside world, such occurrences would increase rapidly.
However, as long as residents could chat freely in the group, it indicated they still possessed some resources. Despite the difficulties in achieving a comfortable life, most families were not as destitute as they claimed.
Zhang Yi ignored the group chat messages and took out a target from his dimensional space, placing it on the wall. With his crossbow and compound bow in hand, he began practicing his shooting skills. Even in his secure shelter, survival in the apocalypse demanded consistent effort. Daily practice of survival skills was crucial.
For Zhang Yi, shooting practice was not just a necessity but also a form of entertainment. Regarding firearms, he had a membership in the shooting association and knew how to handle them. While not an expert marksman, simply holding a gun was a powerful deterrent. With only a hundred bullets and no recycling like arrows, he chose to save them.