Zhou Peng forcefully removed Fang Yuqing's clothes, disregarding the room's temperature plummeting to over sixty degrees below zero. Fang Yuqing, powerless to resist, lay there with vacant eyes. However, when Zhou Peng took off his pants, he discovered a cruel reality—he couldn't even raise his head. Joking aside, not to mention the extreme sub-zero temperatures, his physical condition had reached its limit. Given the chance, he was useless!
"Get up, you need to get up for me!" Zhou Peng anxiously tried numerous methods, but none were effective; that part of Fang Yuqing seemed to have lost all sensation. Seeing this, Fang Yuqing sneered mockingly, "You really are useless!"
"Ah!!!!" Desperate roars echoed in the room, reminiscent of a teddy bear being squeezed with lychees.
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After a night of deep contemplation, Zhou Ke'er finally gave a affirmative reply to Zhang Yi. She knew this was Zhang Yi's test for her. Though highly perilous, if she didn't do it, it wouldn't be long before she fell into the hands of Chen Zhenghao and the others. She had to take this chance. That night, Chen Zhenghao and the others sat in the living room and sent a henchman to the kitchen to cook. Zhou Ke'er, observing from a corner, suddenly stood up and said, "I'll help him." Chen Zhenghao's cold gaze fell on her, with a somewhat sinister smile. "Haha, I knew you couldn't resist!" Zhou Ke'er froze, her blood almost congealing. Chen Zhenghao continued, "Two days without food, anyone would be unable to endure. Doctor Zhou, for the sake of survival, there's no shame!" Zhou Ke'er breathed a sigh of relief, biting her lip, "You're right, I don't want to die. I want to live." Chen Zhenghao thought Zhou Ke'er had come to her senses and nodded, "That's the best. You still have some use to me now." "I wouldn't want to see you die so early!" Zhou Ke'er took a deep breath, silently turning to the kitchen to help. The kitchen was covered in bloodstains everywhere. Even with a stuffed nose, Zhou Ke'er could smell the overpowering stench. She endured her discomfort, walked over, and helped the henchman by the stove, indicating the nearby axe and shattered furniture for chopping wood. Obediently, Zhou Ke'er followed the instructions. In the current energy-deprived situation, cooking involved burning furniture. A makeshift stove had been set up in the kitchen with an iron pot on top. When the fire started, the snow inside melted slowly, turning into water. However, this snowwater wasn't clear; it became turbid after melting, with some impurities remaining. But now, having something to eat was considered good, and no one cared about the details. Zhou Ke'er kept an eye on the henchman while observing the movements outside the kitchen. Sweat dripped from her palms as she anticipated the consequences of her next actions; discovery would mean certain death! After a while, the henchman threw the ingredients into the pot, adding some seasonings randomly. "Watch it carefully." With a cold remark, the henchman left the kitchen. After confirming it was safe, Zhou Ke'er reached into her pocket and took out a small bottle. Nervously unscrewing the cap, she poured a heap of white powder into the soup. Finishing this, she hastily stuffed the bottle back into her pocket. Her heartbeat raced like a single-cylinder engine, and her legs trembled from tension. Swallowing hard, she picked up a ladle to stir the powder in the soup. The entire process, though perilous, proceeded without any mishap. This wasn't a movie; there weren't that many twists and turns. Due to the harsh living conditions, everyone had become numb. They couldn't fathom that Zhou Ke'er would poison their food. At lunchtime, Zhou Ke'er brought a large pot of food to the table; they immediately approached with red eyes, eager to eat. To gain their trust, Zhou Ke'er also served a bowl of soup and silently returned to her room. No one paid her any mind; everyone just wanted to eat something hot. Hot food equaled life! After returning to her room, Zhou Ke'er sat on the bed with the soup in hand, silently waiting. She had added a substantial amount of sleeping pills to the soup, almost half a bottle. This type of sleeping pill took effect quickly; one pill could put a person to sleep in 30 minutes, especially after eating, when blood concentrated in the stomach, making people drowsy. With this dosage, even an elephant would fall into a deep slumber. As a doctor, Zhou Ke'er was well aware of the extent to which this dosage would knock them out. Unless subjected to an extremely intense stimulus, they wouldn't wake up for a short time. So, not long after, Zhou Ke'er heard the synchronous snoring from the living room. Carefully, she went to the living room, seeing everyone lying on the sofa and chairs, fast asleep. Holding her breath, she sent a message to Zhang Yi. "I've given them a large dose of sleeping pills; they're all fast asleep." "What do you plan to do next?" Just a wall away was Zhang Yi's residence. He had been waiting for Zhou Ke'er's message to confirm if she could complete the task. Only by proving her sufficient value would she become a pawn in Zhang Yi's hands. After seeing the message, Zhang Yi raised an eyebrow and said, "Drag them onto the balcony." He wouldn't go over, as it might be a trap set by the other party. Zhou Ke'er bit her lip, ultimately saying, "Okay!" An ordinary person would be frightened out of their wits; if Chen Zhenghao and the others suddenly woke up at this moment, she would undoubtedly be killed. However, as a professional doctor, Zhou Ke'er was confident in the effectiveness of the medication. Following Zhang Yi's request, she dragged Chen Zhenghao and the others out one by one, tossing them onto the balcony. Even in the freezing cold, they wouldn't wake up for a short time, as individuals in deep coma state tended to automatically lower their body temperature, extending their life in a dormant state. Everything Zhou Ke'er did was observed by Zhang Yi from the window. Zhang Yi knew exactly how many people Chen Zhenghao had under him, and through surveillance, nothing escaped his gaze. When he saw Zhou Ke'er panting and dragging those people out, he nodded in satisfaction. "What should I do next?" Zhou Ke'er's voice trembled. "That's enough for now; just wait for me a while!" Zhang Yi put down his phone, turned, and went back into the bedroom. After some contemplation, he retrieved a thick winter coat from the otherworld and put it on. He also took out ten thick ropes, resembling children's arms, hanging them around his waist. Holding a well-strung crossbow in his left hand, he carried a machete on his back. Zhang Yi thought it wasn't safe enough. He took out the pistol he had bought but never had the chance to use, released the safety, and held it
in his hand. After this, he finally felt completely secure. Zhang Yi came to the French window. After the apocalypse, for the first time, he reached out to unlock the French window's door. The process was intricate, with fingerprint, electronic, and physical locks, totaling three layers. After unlocking it, Zhang Yi stepped onto the balcony. The biting cold wind blew, but with the winter coat, he didn't feel much. Zhang Yi couldn't help but sigh at the professional-grade winter coat. Zhou Ke'er, holding her arms by the window, shivered, watching him. "Are you... are you going to kill them?" Zhang Yi smirked, raising the gun towards the thugs on the ground, subtly aiming at Zhou Ke'er as well. He casually tossed the ropes at her feet. "Not me, it's you!"