Harem Emperor In The End Times-Chapter 82: Hail Building

Upstairs, Ryan watched the scene and nodded. Lily, standing beside him, smiled. "Mia is really good at training people. She truly deserves to be a special police officer~"

"Well... it seems she’ll be responsible for personnel training in the future~"

Ryan mused. After all, those who were more capable would be given more responsibilities. He rarely worried about the base’s affairs, leaving them to the women. His days were spent lounging or venturing out to find survivors to increase the base’s population.

Lily looked at her brother helplessly. She hadn’t realized how lazy he could be. But since she was the one who spoiled him, she could only silently share the burden.

Ryan hugged his sister’s slender waist from behind, feeling a sense of peace and comfort. Ever since she confessed her feelings, their relationship had shifted, though it hadn’t progressed further. It wasn’t that Ryan was unwilling, but his feelings for his sister were unique.

If there was anyone in the world he trusted unconditionally, it was her. Of course, now Olivia and a few others might also be added to that list.

Ryan didn’t want to ruin the relationship between himself and his sister over this. Although he enjoyed playing with women, he wasn’t the type to be obsessed with sex. What Ryan cherished was the intimate connection with his sister, which brought her a sense of comfort and security.

Lily rested her head on her brother’s shoulder, savoring his embrace. The atmosphere in the room grew quiet, as if the apocalypse outside didn’t exist. It felt like a moment between lovers, whispering sweet nothings to each other on a sunny day.

"Master, I have something important to report..." A woman suddenly rushed in, interrupting the moment.

Ryan rolled his eyes helplessly. The rare intimacy with his sister had been cut short. Seeing his reaction, Lily smiled gently, kissed him on the corner of his mouth, and then turned to the woman kneeling on the ground.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Master, during today’s reconnaissance, survivors were spotted inside the Hail Building, about one kilometer to the east..." The woman reported urgently, not daring to delay.

"Hail Building?" Ryan pondered for a moment. It was a fairly large commercial building, constructed a decade ago and one of the more famous structures in A City. Though it covered a small area, it had over twenty floors and was well-known.

Looking at the photos on his phone, Ryan could vaguely make out figures moving on the rooftop. His eyes lit up. A building of that size likely housed many survivors and contained various supplies. He had been considering expanding the hospital’s influence, and the Hail Building seemed like a good starting point.

"How about sending Mia with the armored vehicle and some female soldiers?" Lily suggested, noticing Ryan’s interest.

"No need. I just want to go out for some fun..." Ryan waved his hand dismissively. Lily could only let him go.

At the beginning of the apocalypse, the Hail Building had experienced its share of chaos before being taken over by a man named Banner. Even before the world ended, Banner had been a notorious figure in A City underground scene, with connections everywhere.

Armed with a smuggled pistol, Banner had gathered all the survivors in the building and established a base. He was ruthless and cruel, eliminating anyone who resisted by throwing them to the zombies. Few dared to oppose him.

Banner also had several trusted men under his command—former subordinates from his pre-apocalypse days. They were tall, strong, and fierce-looking, helping him exploit the remaining survivors without remorse.

"Madam Rose, what about the army you said would come to rescue us? Why hasn’t there been any movement? Are you lying to me?" Banner asked with a sinister smile, his eyes filled with desire as he stared at the beautiful woman.

"Don’t worry. My husband is the mayor of A City. His status is high, and the authorities won’t abandon him. They’ll definitely come to rescue us," Rose replied, trying to sound calm despite her inner turmoil.

When the apocalypse began, Rose had been shopping in the Hail Building. Chased by zombies, she was forced to stay there. She knew Banner from before—back then, he had been nothing more than an insignificant ant in her eyes, someone she could crush effortlessly. But now, the tables had turned.

"Really? This is the second time you’ve said that. I don’t want to hear it a third time. My patience is running thin," Banner said coldly. He eyed the well-maintained, elegant woman in front of him but held back from making a move.

If she were an ordinary woman, he wouldn’t have hesitated. Resistance was futile, and those who complained would be thrown to the zombies. So far, three women had met that fate, and the other survivors dared not protest.

But Rose was different. Her status made him cautious. The country’s power hadn’t completely collapsed—it was just in chaos, and no one knew when order would be restored. Moreover, Rose’s connections were significant. If anything happened to her, the consequences could be dire.

As Banner walked away, Rose legs nearly gave out. His gaze had been terrifying, filled with desire and brutality. She slumped into a chair, clutching her phone.

"Husband, when will you come to save me..." she whispered, her voice trembling.

If not for her quick thinking—revealing her identity and promising to arrange a helicopter to rescue Banner and his men—she would have already been stripped and violated. She had seen what happened to the other women.

Two had committed suicide after being raped, and another had been thrown to the zombies for resisting too violently. Rose had witnessed it all, and the fear had taken root in her heart.

No matter who you were, facing such danger would leave you terrified. Rose was no exception. As the mayor’s wife, she had never experienced such horrors. Seeing those women being toyed with and gang-raped, she feared the same fate awaited her. Death seemed preferable.

Desperate, Rose dialed her husband’s number.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is no longer available," the automated voice replied. She froze, unable to believe it.

Just yesterday, she had spoken to her husband. He had vowed to send someone to rescue her, urging her to stay strong. But now, his number was unreachable?

Refusing to accept it, Rose called again. The same cold tone greeted her. This was a critical moment—how could her husband be unreachable?

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Biting her lip, a horrifying thought crossed her mind, "Could my husband, who always claimed to love me, have abandoned me in this crisis?"

The idea made her tremble. If not for her promise, Banner would have acted long ago. She had seen the lust in his eyes countless times. Her identity had protected her so far, but now, with hope fading, she didn’t know what he might do.

Rose felt a growing sense of despair and couldn’t help but resent her husband for abandoning her. But the most pressing issue was finding a way to escape. She refused to be forced to serve a scumbag like Banner.

After leaving the room, Banner’s face twisted with frustration. He had been coveting Rose for a long time. She was plump, dignified, and seductive, with the charm of a mature woman and the beauty of someone much younger. If not for her promise of rescue, he would have taken her long ago.

In Banner’s room, a beautiful woman with an elegant demeanor pulled a sheet over her body, eyeing the scattered bottles of mineral water on the floor with longing but not daring to move.

For a powerless woman, the world outside—filled with man-eating monsters—was too dangerous. Survival required sacrifice. In peacetime, that might have meant effort, youth, or a bit of pride. But now, it meant giving up one’s body, dignity, and even soul.

Nearly a week into the apocalypse, the food and water stored by many had run out. The first survival crisis had arrived. Acts that once seemed unthinkable were becoming the norm, evolving in increasingly disturbing ways.

The woman on the bed was a white-collar worker—no, a gold-collar worker, given her income. She could afford to buy a house and car outright in this expensive city. Even in the past, she had dismissed the advances of men with disdain.