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How much food can the entire underground garage hold? Zheng Yifan had no idea. He had only divided the underground garage into ten branch warehouses and handed the ten keys to Xu Jie. According to the reports, each warehouse was strictly partitioned by Zheng Yifan, and the amount of food stored varied. The outer warehouses contained only a small quantity of food, while the deeper ones were increasingly full, with the last few warehouses completely packed.
Half of the entire underground parking lot was piled high with food, which Zheng Yifan had set aside as funds for Xu Jie’s development.
The walls were constructed directly by Zheng Yifan using materials cut from other places and built with Storage Space.
Only at the connecting points did Zheng Yifan employ a technique from the apocalypse, rapidly solidifying it into walls that bonded perfectly together. The strength was even greater than steel plates, but the cost in the Apocalyptic World was quite high, so Zheng Yifan had managed to acquire only a limited supply.
Whenever he encountered news about this adhesive, Zheng Yifan would rush to collect it! It was a resource desperately needed in both worlds.
After finishing up his tasks, Zheng Yifan set off with Ten Thousand Steps, the drunkard, aiming for Liu Hao's lair.
Before they departed, Liu Hao gifted Zheng Yifan a set of equipment for moving through the air above the city.
It resembled a belt that could shoot powerful spears, and the equipment for his hands included two sharp hooks capable of penetrating walls and a Claw assembly.
After briefly familiarizing himself with the operation, Zheng Yifan prepared to carry Ten Thousand Steps, who weighed over two hundred pounds, as they flew through the city.
The equipment on his waist was a heavy-duty version capable of supporting around a ton.
However, there were always some entanglements when in use.
"Watch closely; when turning mid-air, you must move according to centrifugal force. You have to control everything yourself; I can't help you," Liu Hao explained. He first used the right-hand grappling line to suspend himself in mid-air. He traced a large circle between the roads before landing on an advertisement board several dozen meters away. Turning around, he looked at Zheng Yifan.
Ten Thousand Steps was not much help; this fellow clung to Zheng Yifan's back without moving an inch, trembling like a koala with his head down.
Zheng Yifan could feel intense shaking and drops of sweat falling to the ground from behind him.
"Hey! You’re supposed to be a Superpowered Individual and even a Third-Stage Esper! You should be strong! Don’t embarrass Superpowered Individuals like this!" Zheng Yifan tightened his equipment; after all, he had a big fat guy behind him who was also cowardly.
"I... I... really, no. I'm not afraid!" Ten Thousand Steps trembled all over, barely managing to hold himself together without losing control.
The days spent in the museum had driven him mad, filling him with an overwhelming fear, as if he were a severely disturbed individual.
But the fear would never disappear; it would linger forever.
"Hold on tight!" Zheng Yifan's right hand shot out, securing the grappling hook to a spot almost identical to Liu Hao's. The original location was damaged and could not support such weight, so adjustments had to be made.
His entire body mimicked Liu Hao's movements perfectly. As he spun in mid-air, he retracted the grappling hook.
What a rush!
Zheng Yifan could only describe it as exhilarating. The sensation of flying through the air was indescribable; his body darted swiftly without any safety harness.
Spinning in mid-air, he surrendered all his strength to his center of gravity. He sliced through the air, past billboards, and finally landed gracefully on the rooftop of that building.
"Awesome!" he shouted loudly, feeling so good that he could almost sing.
"Ugh!" Following Zheng Yifan's ecstatic shout, Ten Thousand Steps nearly vomited. The rapid arc through the air gave him a sense of weightlessness. Coupled with his overwhelming panic, he felt like he might throw up at any moment.
"Don't puke on me, or I'll cut off your little buddy!" Zheng Yifan warned fiercely.
Ahead of them, Liu Hao soared through the air. He had become quite accustomed to this lifestyle; at least half of his time was spent airborne as he searched for supplies and looted resources.
Not just food, but also various side dishes and even snacks—this had consumed most of his time.
Now, Zheng Yifan behind him had no intention of sharing any supplies, and Liu Hao didn't dare to hope for it either.
Gradually moving further away, they sped toward the area overrun by Zombies. This was the domain of the Zombies, who wandered endlessly through the streets.
Fortunately, the ones on the street were all First-Level Zombies. Here, Zheng Yifan had yet to encounter any Zombies above that level.
As the towering buildings flew by, Zheng Yifan completely unleashed his wild spirit, drawing graceful arcs in mid-air as his body spun and rolled.
He resembled a gymnast in a Post-Apocalypse world, challenging himself with one difficult maneuver after another.
After walking for about ten minutes along the street, they arrived at what was nearly the most bustling area of the entire city. However, this area had been sealed off since the Post-Apocalypse.
At that moment, there was not a single person in the entire block; it was the only place untouched by danger.
This was where the plan for the Underground Mall was being implemented. The entire street and surrounding areas were almost completely blocked off, situated right in the midst of the Zombie horde—an oasis of safety.
Zheng Yifan stood there with Liu Hao and Ten Thousand Steps, gazing at the ruins that were once the Underground Mall.
Zheng Yifan felt quite puzzled. At a glance, this appeared to be just an ordinary Underground Mall. But upon closer inspection, all entrances that should have led to a bustling network were completely concealed.
No matter what had been used to cover them, there wasn't a single entrance visible.
"Is this really your place?" Zheng Yifan asked.
"Follow me; it's definitely not an entrance from the Post-Apocalypse," Liu Hao replied with a smile.
They continued down the street until they reached an alley. Following one corner of the alley to a ventilation shaft, Zheng Yifan finally saw the true entrance.
It was a hidden vent tucked away in a corner that led down into a Food Street—the closest Food Street to ground level. The underground sunlight was abundant, and numerous vents and tempered glass filled the entire Underground Mall with light.
Unlike the real-world Underground Mall, which relies almost entirely on electricity for lighting, this place was different.
The one-way glass added an air of grandeur to the Underground Mall. Sunlight was always more comforting than fluorescent lights.
Stepping inside felt like entering Liu Hao's private world, a realm entirely arranged by him.
Continuing along Food Street, I passed several stores on the first underground level. Descending further down the stairs, I finally entered the true space of the Underground Mall.
This was an entire underground world.
The mall was magnificently decorated, with flaws in the cleaning evident on the floor. Each store seemed to have been renovated, forming individual rooms—from entertainment lounges and game rooms to billiard halls. There was even a game clean room, though all the machines were temporarily out of order.
However, this did not detract from the opulence of the decor; Zheng Yifan found it hard to describe such artificial beauty.
In the center of the hall, a fountain had even been carved out, filled with gently flowing clear water that was forced up through the fountain spout by water pressure. This water flowed from an external river into underground channels, creating a vibrant stream that brought life to Zheng Yifan's senses.
Surrounding the fountain were flowers and plants, along with colorful tents made from various materials that exuded a playful charm.
Suddenly, dozens of neatly dressed young girls with rosy cheeks and beautiful features rushed over.
When they saw Ten Thousand Steps, who was fully armed and covered in grease, their faces displayed clear signs of wariness. As for Zheng Yifan, who was almost turned away from them, no one paid him any attention.
"Is this your harem? Wow! You're something else..."
Zheng Yifan was taken aback; these girls were all fair-skinned and radiated youthful energy. They looked as fresh as fruits picked in the morning, so vibrant that it seemed one could squeeze water from them. As he stared wide-eyed at them, he suddenly noticed Ten Thousand Steps looking at Liu Hao in surprise.
Liu Hao showed no signs of being flustered or enchanted; instead, he appeared like a child who had done something wrong, returning home to await parental reprimand. His feet were awkwardly together, eyes fixed on the ground, too afraid to look up.
Dozens of women surrounded Zheng Yifan for a long time, then turned their attention to Ten Thousand Steps, captivated by the firearms he possessed.
It was as if they had never seen guns before. They picked up Ten Thousand Steps' submachine gun, and the women eagerly vied for a chance to examine it, constantly mimicking shooting poses.
"Hey! Ladies, be careful with the firearms; they are loaded and can fire at any moment," Zheng Yifan felt compelled to remind them.
It would be disastrous if someone got hurt. The only advantage—and disadvantage—of the weapons created by Ten Thousand Steps was that anyone could use them, even those who were not superpowered individuals.
"Wow!" A chorus of astonished gasps erupted, as if they had discovered a new world. The women nearly encircled Zheng Yifan, resembling fans in a post-apocalyptic setting.
After several character card modifications, Zheng Yifan's genetic makeup had become nearly perfect. In terms of physique and appearance, he completely surpassed ordinary people. If this were a post-apocalyptic world, women would undoubtedly go wild upon seeing him.
Outside, no woman paid attention to a man's looks anymore; aside from those seeking to keep male companions, everyone else focused on a man's strength and ability to procure resources.
In the apocalypse, a man who could provide for his family was the most attractive.
Yet these sheltered flowers still reacted as if they were in the world before the apocalypse. Upon seeing Zheng Yifan, they screamed and rushed toward him like starstruck fans, unabashedly taking liberties with their hands.
Well then, who was truly taking advantage of whom remained to be rationally reassessed. (To be continued...)
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