In the past, the property owners downstairs were always sent out in batches, braving the torrential rain and cold to search for supplies and catch fish and Mutated Leeches.
But today, Ma Longbiao's gang had taken all the rubber boats and life preservers.
A rare day off.
"Ladies and gentlemen, what's going on here?" Seeing the crowd blocking the door, Sun Jingtao asked in a gentle tone.
Among the owners looking up at them downstairs, some were old residents of Building A, with whom he was somewhat familiar.
Before the apocalypse, they used to see each other quite often.
"Sun Jingtao, did you kill Brother Ma's men?!" A middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses asked incredulously among the crowd.
Brother Ma?
Hearing his words, Jiang Yan's cold eyes flickered as she glanced at him.
Like everyone else, the man was dirty, his hair and face a mess.
The big brand glasses on his face seemed to have broken frames, wrapped with fine thread and transparent tape.
