The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

I'm afraid I'll have to get rid of this serious problem in the future, but not now.

Several men carried Fu Qi back home. Tang Ze naturally did not want to join in the fun, so he went back first. The cats at home were about to rebel as he had not fed them well in the past two days.

The third girl said, no, we can just take a break.

Feng Mengmeng and Fang Wei watched Tang Ze go back, feeling a little disappointed. Thinking of Tang Ze's lovely and beautiful girlfriend, who seemed to be better than themselves, they felt inexplicably uneasy. What if Tang Ze left without taking them away in the future?

Although Mr. Huo is dead now, maybe there will be a second Mr. Huo, a third Mr. Huo...

Once this idea comes into being, women will start to have wild thoughts and become more and more anxious.

Fang Wei didn't want to go home, so she went to Feng Mengmeng's house to chat. Although the TV was on, her mind was not on it.

"Mengmeng, how do you think Tang Ze killed Mr. Huo? There are so many people around Mr. Huo, how did he do it?" Fang Wei couldn't understand how Tang Ze could do it with his own strength, especially when the other party had a gun.

Feng Mengmeng sighed: "Tang Ze may be more complicated than we thought. Every time I see him smile, I feel..."

"Creepy, right?"

"Weiwei, you have the same feeling. I thought I was the only one who felt the same way." Feng Mengmeng smiled helplessly, wondering if she was overthinking.

Fang Wei clamped her proud pair of long legs on the coffee table: "Maybe it's because he killed someone, so we feel this way."

"Maybe. I feel that President Xi is a little afraid of him." Feng Mengmeng has been with Xi Meng for several years and today she caught a lot of details that she had never noticed before.

Fang Wei sat up and asked nervously, "Now that Tang Ze has a gun, will he take control of the entire community?"

"I don't know. At least we can see from now on that President Xi can still control him. If one day he can't control him..." Feng Mengmeng bit her lower lip, feeling that this place was becoming more and more unsafe.

Fang Wei felt the same way, especially when she was entangled with Tang Ze. He had no intention of cherishing her at all, but just used her as a tool to vent his anger. Although it was a transaction...

The more I think about it, the more I feel that Tang Ze is unreliable. All those words he said after the lovemaking were lies. I have to rely on myself.

As they chatted, the two women fell asleep on the sofa.

I even had the same dream, and Tang Ze came and opened my eyes directly.

A warehouse on the outskirts of Hua'an City.

The warehouse was brightly lit, with boxes of supplies piled up into small hills. The men were playing cards or drinking, and after drinking they would go into the small room next door to solve their problems.

In the office on the second floor, a man in his sixties was listening to his subordinates' reports.

The man with gray hair on his temples is Mr. Qian, Qian Zhongran.

He was not a big boss, and he was not even qualified to carry Mr. Huo's shoes. After all, he only owned a few large warehouses.

But now it’s different, these warehouses are worth more than gold, and everyone has to obey.

And this is just one of the warehouses, with the least supplies. As for matters such as transporting supplies, Qian Zhongran handed them over to his two sons. Outsiders had no way of knowing, and thus controlled their lifeblood.

With two shotguns in the son's hands, the people below became even more obedient.

"Dad, something happened to Huo Wannian." Standing next to him was the eldest son Qian Ming, who was now 42 years old, but looked a little old, almost the same age as Qian Zhongran.

Qian Zhongran frowned: "What happened? Was he killed by Mr. Xi's men again? Didn't they give him a gun?"

"Our little brother went to pick up the goods today, but found the house full of corpses. Huo Wannian's head was missing, and the ground was covered with shotgun shells, the same model as ours." Qian Ming's face was heavy. The enemy was very strong.

Qian Zhongran's eyes shot out a vicious light: "It turns out that there are people who share the same idea as us, but why would they try to rob Huo Wannian?"

"Dad, are you from Simmons?"

"Haha, how could there be a gun in that community? It must be that Huo Wannian has offended someone he shouldn't have offended. Don't expose me!" Qian Zhongran was very angry. After all, the main point was a wretched development.

But young Qian Ming didn't think so: "Dad, we have guns in our hands, we can just rush in and kill them, why do we need to look for others?"

"You just know there's no one more powerful than you? It's only been a short time, just over a month. Whoever makes a move first will definitely die first. Look at Huo Wannian, didn't he get into trouble? I wasted a gun and bullets, but I didn't even see a hair of Xi Meng." Qian Zhongran was really a pervert.

I had witnessed Simmons' unparalleled beauty before, but if disaster had not struck, I would never have thought that I would have the chance to taste those red lips.

But I don't want to do it myself, for fear of being targeted by others.

Speaking of women, Qian Ming smiled and said, "Dad, although Huo Wannian is dead, the club is full of women. Although many died, we brought them all back. There are about sixty of them, all between twenty and thirty years old. They just smell a little bit and need to be washed."

“Haha, Huo Wannian has so many women, and he lied to me that he has no women. It’s good for him to die. Don’t waste too much water.”

"Okay, Dad, how about I arrange one for you to try?"

"Wash it clean and don't let your mother know."

"Don't worry."

Qian Ming left the office. A man was lying on the guardrail smoking. It was the second brother Qian Pu, who was two years younger than Qian Ming. The two brothers looked very similar, both with square faces.

However, Qian Pu obviously seemed to be a bit more ferocious. From his eyes, it can be seen that he has killed many people during this period.

"What did Dad say?" Qian Pu asked.

"Dad still advocates stability. He told us not to worry about so many things and wait a few months to take action."

"Wait a few more months?" Qian Pu put out his cigarette and looked at his old father in the office with dissatisfaction.

"Brother, don't be so irritable. I'll find a decent woman to help you relieve your anger."

Qian Pu shook off Qian Ming's hand and said in a deep voice: "Brother, you and Dad should stop thinking about women all day long. The world has changed now. We have a lot of people and guns. We must occupy the territory first. First come first served!"

"You have to be able to hold on to that. If you recruit a lot of brothers, how many mouths will you have to feed? Don't always think about fighting and killing. Look at the brothers below. They have food, drinks, and women to play with. Isn't this a good life?"

"Brother! Have you ever thought that if you don't kill them, they will come to kill you, and the warehouse in Dad's hands will be discovered sooner or later?"

Qian Ming said nothing after hearing this. His father advocated stability, while the second son advocated killing. Qian Ming was caught in the middle and felt very embarrassed.

Seeing that his elder brother was slightly relaxed, Qian Pu whispered, "Dad likes that woman Xi Meng, right? If I bring Xi Meng here, can we do it according to my plan? Please help me ask her."

"this…"

"Brother, Dad is old, and old people like stability."

Qian Ming sighed and could only go into the office again to ask. Qian Pu stood outside, looking at his father with strange eyes from time to time.

A few minutes later, Qian Ming came out with a gloomy face, and Qian Pu felt something was wrong.

Suddenly, Qian Ming grinned and patted his brother on the shoulder: "Dad said that if you can really bring Xi Meng here, he will agree to it."