After the food distribution, Lin Caining caused another disturbance but was severely beaten by Jiang Lei and Li Chengbin, the henchmen of Zhang Ye. Zhang Ye then instructed them to return to their respective places. As Zhang Ye walked alongside, Zhou Ke'er, she gently held his arm and whispered, "There seems to be something amiss in the atmosphere of the community today." Zhang Ye withdrew his arm in silence and inquired, "Oh, what's the matter?" Zhou Ke'er hesitated, realizing Zhang Ye preferred not to be restrained. At home, it was fine, but outside, Zhang Ye remained vigilant. She spoke, "I always feel many eyes are prying on us, and the sensation is quite intense." Zhang Ye faintly smiled, "It's not surprising. The appearance of the snowmobile is bound to stir envy. After all, it's a rare sight in the South; such a means of transportation is extremely uncommon. Possessing it means the ability to search for supplies, signifying the capability to survive. Who wouldn't want to live?" Zhou Ke'er expressed concern, "Do you think people from other units might attack us? I'm afraid it could be dangerous." Zhang Ye, lowering his voice, replied, "Don't we have plenty of cannon fodder? Besides, even if they have great abilities, breaking into our home would be as difficult as reaching the heavens." Zhou Ke'er chuckled, "But when people are cornered, who knows what they might do!" Zhang Ye nodded, "You make a valid point."
While they conversed, Zhang Ye, out of habit, scanned the surroundings. However, during this glance, he suddenly noticed a black crack at the edge of his peripheral vision. As they passed the 13th floor, a slit appeared in the staircase door, and a blood-red eyeball stared at him fixedly through the gap. "Who's there!" Zhang Ye's muscles tensed immediately. Although he was brave, the unexpected situation still made him nervous. The door to the staircase was pushed open with a "bang." A disheveled woman screamed and rushed out, wielding a bloodstained kitchen knife towards his head. "Ah!" Zhou Ke'er screamed in terror. Zhang Ye promptly shoved Zhou Ke'er forcefully to the side. Due to the reactive force, his body also leaned to the side. The knife missed him in the air and didn't hit anyone. However, the woman, like a maniac, continued her assault with the knife aimed at Zhang Ye. Without hesitation, Zhang Ye rolled down the stairs, relying on his thick clothing and the bulletproof vest inside, unafraid of injuring himself. After rolling down several flights of stairs, Zhang Ye stabilized himself. At this moment, he finally saw who the woman was—Lin Dama, who had been missing for a long time! Lin Dama persisted in her attack, raising the bloodied knife, glaring at Zhang Ye. "Zhang Ye, I will make you pay for my grandson!" Zhang Ye coldly looked down at her, then took out a thick and long crowbar from his spatial storage and swung it down heavily. The stairs were narrow, and Lin Dama had no space to dodge. Her small kitchen knife had no chance of touching Zhang Ye. Faced with the crowbar, she instinctively dodged a bit, avoiding a direct hit to her head, but the crowbar struck her shoulder. "Crack!" Zhang Ye heard the sound of bones breaking. This old arm and leg were indeed quite fragile. Lin Dama was knocked down on the stairs, losing all strength to resist. Even so, she held onto the bloodied knife tightly, her eyes glaring viciously at Zhang Ye. "Kill, kill you! Avenge my grandson!" Zhang Ye, maintaining composure, pointed at Lin Dama's head, saying coldly, "It's impossible for her to harm me!" Lin Dama, stubbornly raising her head, glared at Zhang Ye with resentful eyes. "Zhang Ye, you must die! You must die!" "You killed my grandson. You'll definitely go to the 18th level of hell!" Zhang Ye did not rush to act. Instead, he calmly asked, "Your grandson wasn't killed by me. Strictly speaking, I'm your benefactor. Because it was Chen Zhenghao's people who kicked your grandson to death, and I helped you kill Chen Zhenghao. You should be thankful to me." Lin Dama was momentarily stunned. Then she became angrier because she unexpectedly found Zhang Ye's words to be reasonable. However, how could an unreasonable woman, especially a crazy one, admit her mistake? "Don't pretend to be a good person here!" "My grandson hadn't died yet at that time. Later, because of a lack of medication, he died in agony! It's you, you who refused to lend me medicine, that caused his death! You are the culprit!" Lin Dama spat out venomous curses, her eyes reddening with bloodshot, resembling a ferocious ghost.