Apocalyptic Reincarnation: Start with a 30-million Bonus-Chapter 332 - 324: Old Wang, Do You Want a Wife?

Squeak squeak squeak~

The refrigerator was pushed aside by Mr. Wang, making a harsh screeching noise.

The banging on the door immediately stopped.

Mr. Wang then moved the other objects blocking the door away.

Clack~

The door was opened.

The two people at the door looked at Mr. Wang somewhat bewildered, as he calmly faced them.

"Do you need a light?" Mr. Wang asked calmly.

He didn't step out; his right hand hidden in his sleeve held a gun, gripping the handgun while his left hand held the doorknob.

This way, he could close the door at any moment or raise his hand to shoot.

"Ah, yes, yes, yes, we just wanted to borrow a light," said the skinny man beside him, trying to keep his tone as even as possible.

Mr. Wang looked the man up and down; his voice hadn't been heard before, yet now he was at the door.

During his scrutiny from head to toe, he noticed the axe in the man's hand.

Seeing Mr. Wang looking at him, the gaunt man said with a smile, "Hello neighbor, we just need to borrow a light. Ah, it's quite embarrassing. I admit we knocked a bit loudly just now."

While speaking and noticing Mr. Wang's gaze on the axe, he slightly shuffled, uncomfortably moving the axe behind him.

Mr. Wang maintained a calm expression, glanced at this man, then turned to look at the woman, whose face bore the imprint of a slap, her eyes empty and lifeless.

Then, his gaze flicked to the door, which had a few small notches hacked by the axe.

"Is this the attitude for just borrowing a light?" Mr. Wang said unapologetically.

"The hell, you call this borrowing a light with chopping down my door?"

"Sorry, can we come in first? It's quite cold staying out here," the skinny man shamelessly said.

Perhaps seeing Mr. Wang's left hand on the doorknob made the skinny man unsure about breaking in immediately, thinking it safer to first enter the room.

"No way. Get lost!" Mr. Wang cursed.

If these two were sensible, he could save two bullets, but if not, he wouldn't mind killing them, especially since now in Safe City the Patrol Team wasn't handling such matters, lacking both will and resources to deal.

Offended by Mr. Wang's rudeness, the gaunt man's face tensed, the scar twisting with anger, making him look ferociously menacing.

Suppressing his rage, the gaunt man nudged the woman beside him and gave her a meaningful look.

The woman, appearing dazed, but after seeing the gaunt man's eyes, hesitated for a moment then said: "Neighbor brother, we really just need a light, could you give us a light?"

Mr. Wang was somewhat amused; he had already guessed what they were up to.

Clearly, they hoped to use the opportunity of him providing a light to barge in or launch an attack, unaware that Mr. Wang's right hand was clasping a gun.

He could watch them play their act.

Mr. Wang was amused inwardly, but his expression remained unchanged.

With an impatient expression, he said, "This is my only lighter, here."

He was well aware that they were definitely not here just to borrow a light. If that were the case, they would at least bring something to light, not trying to ignite with an axe.

Quite funny.

Liars should be more professional; their current attempt was so full of holes, he could hardly bear to watch.

Mr. Wang extended the lighter and ignited it.

Click~

The gaunt man, who had been closely watching Mr. Wang's movements, saw Mr. Wang's hand leave the doorknob.

A flicker of excitement crossed his face.

He instantly tried to raise the axe.

Just about to chop at Mr. Wang's left hand.

As he lifted his head, his gaze met a pitch-black gun muzzle.

This...

The gaunt man looked at this dark opening and suddenly broke into a cold sweat.

When did this gun appear? It's too fast.

No, Mr. Wang's right hand had been hanging all along, which means Mr. Wang had been holding a gun in his right hand the entire time.

It turns out, Mr. Wang had never trusted them from the very beginning.

But it's normal, given it's the post-apocalypse.

The gaunt man gave a bitter smile, but he didn't want to give up, so he ingratiatingly said, "Neighbor, this is a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding. Hahaha."

His laughter was somewhat awkward.

Mr. Wang remained silent, just watching him like one watches a monkey.

The gaunt man felt that this man in front of him was impervious, and for a moment didn't know how to resolve the situation.

Suddenly, he looked at his wife beside him, and said to Mr. Wang: "This, this is my wife, it's getting cold, do you need someone to warm your bed? I tell you, it's very cold alone, but it's much warmer with two people, look at my wife, she's quite..."

Mr. Wang was suddenly dumbstruck.

And the woman diagonally across from him, the gaunt man's wife,

looked at her own husband with a face full of disbelief. She could endure hardship, freeze while searching for supplies, she could even take beatings and scolding, but just like that, her man was offering her to someone else?

Two rows of tears streamed down her face.

Her eyes suddenly filled with resentment.

The gaunt man saw the resentment in her eyes, but he didn't care.

He continued, "Brother, this is a misunderstanding, take a look, my wife is great, why don't you consider... I'll trade myself for her..."

His tone lacked any reluctance, any unwillingness, and even contained some words designed to tantalize his desires.

Mr. Wang sighed.

Bang!

The gunshot rang out.

The gaunt man was still speaking with his mouth open, but before he could finish, Mr. Wang shot him right between the eyebrows.

Although Mr. Wang wasn't a good man, he despised scum.

The gaunt man died with a look of confusion; he couldn't understand why Mr. Wang would reject such a good deal?

Not just him, the woman beside didn't understand either.

Could it be that she was too ugly, and the neighbor didn't fancy her?

At that moment, the woman gazed at the corpse of the gaunt man, her emotions complex. She had thought about how this man would die eventually, she had even wished for his death.

But suddenly, a living man was gunned down the next second.

She was a bit slow to react, after all, they had shared a bed for so many years. Although he hadn't been good to her.

Mr. Wang somewhat speechlessly looked at the woman who still gazed deeply at the dead man, despite the fact that he used to beat her, scold her, and even just now wanted her to sleep with him.

What the hell was wrong with her?

Troublesome!

The woman seemed to snap out of her emotions, understanding the environment she was in now, and grasping what had just happened.

Avoiding harm and seeking benefits is human nature.

Wanting to stay alive is also human nature.

The woman adjusted her facial expression slightly, putting on a sweet smile, and said a beat too late, "Neighbor brother, may I move in to live with you?"

Mr. Wang watched the woman's changing expressions and her movements, his guard not only did not relax, but became even more vigilant than before.