“Who... who are you? How dare you shatter my window? Get out!”

The old man, clutching a blanket to cover himself, stretched out one arm, pointing at Yang Mu, shouting angrily.

Yang Mu ignored him, pushed aside the broken window, and jumped in, crouching by the window to survey the situation outside.

The zombie dog couldn't climb up and was headbutting the door.

The door, made of reinforced glass, held firm despite the dog's frenzied attacks.

Eventually, it gave up, let out a furious howl, and departed.

Yang Mu exhaled a long breath, turning to sit on the room's sofa.

It was a deluxe suite, quite upscale—one night's stay here must be costly.

The old man, lying with a woman who could easily be his granddaughter, was clearly wealthy.

Such is the allure of the apocalypse.

In the past, people walked the streets, oblivious to the sordid things happening behind hotel doors nearby.

Now, with the veil of civilization torn away, the filth of humanity had no place to hide. The beasts in men's hearts were laid bare.

Yang Mu glanced at his phone, seeing a message from Hu Die. He smiled slightly and quickly replied:

“Escaped safely. Don’t forget to bring those pretty clothes when you're fleeing.”

He put his phone away, noticing the old man awkwardly trying to put on his underwear. Yang Mu sneered and said:

"How old are you? Probably have a granddaughter around this woman’s age by now. At some point, you need to act your age. The sun’s setting on your life—better do some good deeds for yourself, or in the next life, you might come back as a pig."

“You little punk! It's none of your business! I’m the general manager of this hotel! Do you know you’re trespassing?”

“Don’t try to scare me with your ‘general manager’ title. I’m in a bad mood, and if you’re not careful, I’ll make sure you’re bedridden for life.”

“Arrogant, so arrogant...”

The old man fumed, spewing increasingly foul insults at Yang Mu.

Yang Mu sneered, got up, put on his shoes, and stomped onto the bed, kicking the old man in the face with each step.

It was a release of pent-up frustration—probably from deciding to divorce Wen Sijia, or maybe because of Jiang Yuanyuan.

The young woman nearby screamed in terror, clutching the blanket tighter around herself.

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As she pulled the blanket, the old man’s upper body was exposed.

His body was bloated, and though he had slimmed down, his loose, sagging skin showed the marks of a former fat man.

It's natural for the body to deteriorate with age, but this old man had the nerve to flaunt his wrinkled skin with a young woman. He deserved this beating.

Yang Mu rarely meddled in other people's affairs, but once he did, he found it hard to stop. He beat the old man until he was crying for mercy, eventually calling Yang Mu "grandfather."

Watching the old man kneeling naked before him, begging for forgiveness, Yang Mu’s voice turned colder.

“Weren’t you acting tough? Why so obedient now? Respecting the elderly is a virtue, but not for scum like you. I’ll beat you until you learn how to be human again!”

With those words, he kicked the old man to the floor.

He climbed back onto the bed and saw the woman huddled under the blanket.

Yang Mu sat on the mound of blankets and pulled them away, revealing the woman’s head.

The woman screamed and started to cry, “Brother, please don’t hit me, don’t hit me!”

Yang Mu squinted at her. She was quite good-looking, young and vibrant, not the usual gaudy type.

“What’s your name? How old are you?”

“Brother, I’m Liu Dan. I’m nineteen.”

“So, why are you sleeping with this old man?”

“Brother, I’m just a hotel maid. He forced me, said he’d fire me if I didn’t sleep with him...”

The old man, slumped on the floor, immediately interjected upon hearing this.

“You liar! You seduced me! You wanted money! Kid... just because I’m old, doesn’t mean I’m not a man! She climbed into bed herself. What could I do? It’s the apocalypse, kid. If I don’t enjoy myself now, I’ll die having missed out!”

The old man finished, sobbing pitifully, but Yang Mu felt no sympathy.

Pitiful people often have something despicable about them.

Still, judging from the situation, the old man might not be lying. The woman’s story didn’t quite add up.

Would a young, beautiful girl really throw herself at an old man just to keep a job? It didn’t make sense.

Yang Mu pondered for a moment, then stood up and yanked the blanket off the woman.

Her face went pale, thinking Yang Mu was about to assault her, and she curled up tighter, shielding her body as much as she could.

Yang Mu sat on top of her again, lifting her hands to examine them, then looked at her neck, elbows, and armpits, studying her skin closely.

She was a refined woman, her hands soft and delicate—clearly, she hadn’t done any hard labor.

Her elbows and armpits were clean, and her skin was consistently fair all over, indicating that she was genuinely young and well-maintained.

Then, Yang Mu noticed something: although she appeared terrified, she had been secretly observing him with bright, intelligent eyes.

This woman was sharp, too sharp for someone who'd need to sleep with an old man for money.

Something wasn’t right.

Just then, the door burst open, and three men rushed in—one wielding a long knife, and two with makeshift shotguns.

Yang Mu turned, intending to jump out the window, but two men armed with proper handguns were already waiting on the outside platform.

The platform connected three second-floor windows, so they must have snuck over from the adjacent rooms.

“Don't move, brother. We saw your skills through the security cameras—you climbed up that thick column and rode the beast like a pro. We’re outlaws. We don’t fear death, only threats. So if you even think about moving, I swear, we’ll gun you down!”

Yang Mu slowly backed against the wall.

He was skilled enough not to fear these five men in a bare-handed fight.

But with them armed and already holding the upper hand, he wasn’t about to risk dodging bullets.

What they show in movies about dodging bullets is pure nonsense.

In reality, sound travels slower than bullets. By the time you hear the gunfire, it’s likely the bullet’s already hit you. How could anyone dodge that?

“Third, knock him out.”

One of the men with a shotgun stepped forward, raising the butt of his gun to strike Yang Mu.

The woman on the bed had already gotten up, quickly pulling on her clothes. The pitiful expression she’d worn earlier was gone, replaced by a glimmer of fury.

“Honey! This guy dared to mess with me! Just kill him. Our plan’s already failed. Torture that old man for the password. If he doesn’t spill, we’ll blow open the safe ourselves!”