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

Xi Meng took a breath of cold air. It turned out that Tang Ze was a vampire. No wonder he was so powerful. There actually were such things as vampires in this world.

"Then are we his blood slaves?" Xi Meng suddenly exclaimed.

Ye Qingyi paused and said, "Your statement is fine. That's basically it."

"Oh, Sister Mengmeng, don't worry. As long as you don't make the master angry, you won't feel anything at all." An Bai patted Simeng's shoulders, looking at how scared the real estate queen was.

After all, Simmons's understanding is still stuck on biting the neck, but their necks are white and clean.

"Is it sucking the neck?" Xi Meng asked weakly.

An Bai whispered something in Xi Meng's ear, and Xi Meng let out a cry, and her pretty face gradually turned red.

That’s good. It still hurts if the neck is bitten, but at least I can be sucked in comfort.

When they arrived at Simmons' house, the women didn't dare to take a shower. They could only sit on the sofa and sleep with blood on their faces. They could take a shower when Tang Ze came back. They would feel uncomfortable if they didn't take a shower.

The sky outside the house gradually turned white, but it was still gloomy and raining, and the temperature had obviously dropped by a few degrees. What most people fear most now is power outages. If the power goes out, they will not starve to death, but they will probably freeze to death.

Suburban warehouse.

"Damn, the weather is getting colder and colder. It's probably only 7 or 8 degrees this morning." The thin man on guard was breathing hot air and looking into the distance on the road.

The man next to him drank hot water and said indifferently: "What does it matter? We have a lot of supplies. When the second in command seizes the Shanhu community, there will be a fine house to live in."

"Indeed, I can also fuck those white-collar workers. Just thinking about it makes me happy."

"It's already 7:30 in the morning, why is there still no news? We have to drive the car back anyway."

in the office.

The ashtray on the table was full of cigarette butts. Qian Zhongran and his son Qian Ming were sitting in front and behind the desk, waiting for news.

The longer I waited, the more uneasy I felt, and no one answered the phone.

"Dad, nothing will happen, right?" Qian Ming finally spoke.

"Shut up!"

After being yelled at by Laozi, Qian Ming lowered his head slightly and said nothing. He looked at the Rolex on his wrist and it was already eight o'clock in the morning!

Qian Zhongran stood up, walked back and forth in the office, and suddenly shouted: "With five spray guns and more than twenty bullets, it is impossible that we cannot capture a community!"

"Yes, but now they have no news at all!" Qian Ming felt that his brother would not die.

Qian Zhongran said grimly: "There is another possibility, your brother wants to go solo!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Qian Ming stood up excitedly.

"Nothing is impossible. Qian Pu has always been against my strategy. This time I let him take half of the spray guns, but he still doesn't want to establish himself as the king. I was also blinded by women. How could I give half of it away!"

As Qian Zhongran said this, Qian Ming felt that it made sense. He sat down weakly on the chair, thinking of his brother's anxious eyes last night. It turned out that his purpose was not to catch Xi Meng, but to get a gun!

"Go and tell the brothers to be on high alert. This guy has been devoured by power and is likely to bring people back to kill him."

"After all, you are his father!"

Qian Zhongran suddenly laughed: "Now I finally understand, those rebellious princes in ancient times dared to kill even me, and I also understand that I can kill even my own sons. This is a life-and-death battle."

"Maybe Qian Pu's phone is out of battery, or it's just inconvenient for him to answer the phone. Dad, you must be overthinking it."

"Did everyone's cell phone run out of battery? How long are you going to keep comforting yourself? This brat must have plundered a lot of benefits in Shanhu Community and wants to keep it all for himself."

Although Qian Ming didn't want to believe it, the facts were right in front of him. Cutting off contact, if not treason, what else could it be?

"I see."

"Just tell the brothers to be more vigilant and not to say that the second brother has betrayed you, so as not to affect people's hearts. For the remaining five spray guns, you give me one, you keep one, and give the rest to three brothers you trust."

Hearing these words, it seemed as if a war was about to start with his younger brother. Qian Ming could only sigh helplessly, hoping that this was just his father's guess and that his younger brother would be back soon.

However, by noon, no one had returned, and Qian knew that his brother must have betrayed him.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Ze finally returned to Simmons' home.

"You are really here." Tang Ze came into the room and smiled at the four women, but this smile was creepy, especially because his face was covered in blood.

An Bai immediately ran to Tang Ze and said, "Master, I'm hungry."

Tang Ze smiled and patted An Bai's head: "Go take a shower first, then have dinner."

The harvest this time was indeed not small. The energy tank was directly completed to 63% of the progress. The big and small areas are still big and small areas, and we won completely in terms of quantity.

I also looted a lot of supplies. Although they are of no use to me, I can't leave them to others. I, Tang Ze, am not a philanthropist.

The system is almost ready for upgrading. At four times the speed, it will take at least a month.

We are also well-educated people. The key is to be reasonable. If others don't bully me, I won't bully others. If you want to kill me, I will kill your whole family. It's nonsense to say that your family will not be harmed. It will only bring disaster to you.

Except for Simmons who was a little reserved, the other three girls were quite harmonious. They came to Simmons's dressing room, which was filled with high-end clothes. LV and Hermes were all standard. Naturally, they chose the style that Tang Ze liked.

What is our purpose?

It’s not about falling in love, but about serving the master well, making the master happy, and enjoying supreme treatment.

Tang Ze was sitting on the sofa in the living room, eating durian pizza. The four girls who had just come out of the bedroom immediately smelled the fragrance.

Simmons was stunned, feeling that this smell was just like what she smelled in her previous life.