Apocalypse Showdown: Carrier Conquest

Chapter 57: Zhou Lin's Stick

Private residences using the same kind of doors as bank vaults?One could only say, that rich people deserve to die!With all that money, why not donate it?What are thieves and locksmiths supposed to live on?

Kong Hong, the leader of the group, really wanted to drag Zhou Lin out and ask him what the hell he was thinking.He waved the locksmith away with a sneer and gritted his teeth, “Get the tools!”

Oxygen-acetylene flames, reaching temperatures of up to 3000 degrees Celsius, could cut through almost any common metal.Operating the acetylene torch didn’t require outside help—Huang Xuefeng was capable of handling it himself, having worked in a factory before.

The violet-white flames were especially blinding in the dimly lit hallway. Yang Qiqi quickly squeezed her eyes shut, feeling tears welling up as her vision blurred. She took a couple of steps back and turned away, trying to alleviate the discomfort.

From further away, Sun Chenghao hid in the shadows, tightly clenching his fists. Though he was a thug, that didn’t mean he lacked the ability to discern right from wrong.Thugs actually liked good people more—because good people were easier to bully!

So Sun Chenghao didn’t step forward. He needed to distance himself from Kong Hong and the others, especially Yang Qiqi. Normally, women like her, who played the part of the “green tea b*tch,” didn’t meet a good end, and the people around her were often dragged down with her. Since he had already mentally decided that Zhou Lin was the “main character,” Sun Chenghao thought he needed to stay in the right position. Constantly flipping sides was a fast way to ruin himself.

When he saw Huang Xuefeng getting closer to the explosion-proof door, Sun Chenghao couldn’t help but feel a little nervous. Would this be the end of the story?

“Are they seriously using this kind of tool?”

Inside the house, Zhou Lin’s family had woken up.When they saw the bright light of the flame on the monitor, Zhou Lin realized things were getting complicated.It wasn’t that he couldn’t handle them, it was just that the aftermath would be a hassle. Especially Kong Hong, who was just a property manager in normal times, wasn’t much of a threat. But it seemed the authorities were starting to acknowledge his managerial position. Xu Zhiyuan had even contacted Kong Hong several times.It wasn’t that all property managers were recognized by the authorities, but Kong Hong had shown himself to be someone worth paying attention to.He was a talented individual.

“I’ll go out and take a look.”Zhou Lin changed his clothes and stepped outside. At that moment, Huang Xuefeng had adjusted the acetylene torch to its maximum temperature and was about to apply it to the explosion-proof door.

“The door’s open!”Yang Qiqi gasped.

Huang Xuefeng stopped, Kong Hong squinted his eyes, and Sun Chenghao’s eyes nearly popped out of his head.

“Not afraid of death, huh?” Zhou Lin’s gaze shifted from Huang Xuefeng to Kong Hong. “Manager Kong, what’s this about?”

“Cough, cough.”Kong Hong cleared his throat. He had expected this situation and stood up boldly, “It’s nothing. I heard you have plenty of supplies, so we thought we’d come over and share the wealth.”

“Share? With who? You? Or her?” Zhou Lin laughed, then revealed a stick behind his back.

The rubber baton, typically used by the police for crowd control, wouldn’t kill unless aimed at the head, but it could definitely cause serious injury—skin could tear and bones could break, depending on how the baton was wielded.

Huang Xuefeng, who had dropped the torch, reached around to his waist and pulled out an identical baton. He grinned at Zhou Lin, “Kid, you want to fight? You’re still too green!”

But Kong Hong didn’t just bring Huang Xuefeng with him. Besides the passive Sun Chenghao, there were two tall, burly men—though they still had a bit of shame, unlike Huang Xuefeng. For them, stealing from the system felt like crossing a moral boundary.However, when the benefits were big enough, it was easy to abandon principles, just like how one would toss off their underwear when it’s needed.

“Go in!”Kong Hong decided to end this quickly.After all, they were on the top floor. As long as things didn’t get too loud, he could eat, drink, and live in comfort. Even if Yang Qiqi had lied, it didn’t matter. If the Zhou family didn’t have enough supplies, they still had Wu Xue.

Huang Xuefeng started shouting, but he didn’t actually charge in. He was waiting for the other two bodyguards. He assumed that someone like Zhou Lin, with all his wealth, wouldn’t easily resort to violence. He had underestimated him, especially since he didn’t know that Zhou Lin had been well-prepared for this.

“Fool!”Zhou Lin stepped out of the explosion-proof door and raised his hand to strike Huang Xuefeng’s head.

Normally, someone who truly knew how to use a baton wouldn’t act so recklessly, as it could easily be blocked, wasting energy.But Huang Xuefeng was quick to react, raising his hand to block the hit. He thought he could stop it.What he didn’t expect was that Zhou Lin’s strength was so overwhelming that he couldn’t put up any defense. The blow landed with a sharp ringing sound, and he immediately collapsed to the floor.

Perhaps because Huang Xuefeng fell so quickly, the two bodyguards hadn’t even had time to move before they stood frozen in place, staring at Zhou Lin with fear. They swallowed nervously.

“Come at me, both of you.”

“No, no, no.” The two bodyguards waved their hands frantically.

What the hell? Huang Xuefeng’s baton was bent at a 90-degree angle. It was a steel-core rubber baton—how the hell did it bend like that?Besides, Huang Xuefeng was lying there unconscious. That was a warning.

Kong Hong, who hadn’t yet realized the gap between him and Zhou Lin, cursed under his breath. He still didn’t think there was a significant difference between them. He believed that Huang Xuefeng had simply been careless and hadn’t dodged.After all, a knife was much more dangerous than a baton, in the eyes of most people.

But for someone like Zhou Lin, a true expert, the length and material of a weapon didn’t matter. What mattered was the skill of the person wielding it.

Zhou Lin, who was now holding the baton, gave a casual swing, accurately striking Kong Hong’s wrist. The sound of bones cracking echoed through the air, and Kong Hong screamed, throwing his knife to the ground, clutching his arm, and hopping backward in pain.

“Coward, stay down!”Zhou Lin didn’t pay Kong Hong any more attention. His gaze shifted to the corner, where Yang Qiqi was trying to escape.He shouted sharply, shaking the baton as he hurled it toward her.

It wasn’t just a throw—it was a strike!The baton flew through the air, making a whizzing sound. Yang Qiqi heard it and turned around just in time...