Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 218: Your breath stinks!

Near the gates of the Longmen Base Leader's residence, Bingwen and Hei Qian stood vigil, their gazes sharp as two cloaked figures passed by.

Their movements were smooth, unhurried, but the way they carried themselves stirred a sense of unease. Before the figures could even reach the gates, they suddenly vanished into thin air.

Hei Qian's brows furrowed. "Did you see that?"

Bingwen, equally startled, scanned the surroundings. "They didn't enter… but they didn't turn back either."

Both men instinctively took a step forward, their eyes sweeping across the shadows. Not long after, a flicker of movement appeared at the edge of their vision.

A person emerged from the darkness. As he approached the torchlight, his features became visible.

It was Lu Chenyu.

Hei Qian's expression shifted from vigilance to surprise. He turned to Bingwen, voice lowered yet urgent. "Brother Bingwen, isn't that the man Sister-in-law has been searching for?"

Bingwen also turn to looked. His thoughts mirrored Hei Qian's.

He does look like the man.

But was it truly him?

Inside the temple, something was amiss.

At first, the change was subtle—too easy to overlook. The steady flow of customers entering the hall had slowed. Then, one by one, those already in line began leaving, exchanging quiet words before slipping away toward the side exit.

It wasn't long before the hall, once bustling with voices and bartering, silent.

The sellers, standing behind their stalls, exchanged uneasy glances. Their instincts told them the same thing—something had disrupted the natural order of business.

What the heck is going on?

Two figures rushed toward the side exit, squeezing through the dispersing crowd. When they finally broke through, the answer to their question stood before them.

The back-alley merchants had already packed up. They had bought food and water from Nanzhi and Lin Weihao, and now, satisfied with their acquisitions, they too were retreating.

Nanzhi, crouching to fold the mat beneath her, felt the weight of countless stares. The remaining crowd still lingered, regret painted across their faces.

One man finally stepped forward, voice hesitant yet hopeful. "Where can we find you next? What time will you be here tomorrow?"

Another chimed in, "Miss, are you selling at this same spot again? Or are you just passing through the base?"

Nanzhi couldn't come here tomorrow. Tomorrow's mission at the Crystal Water Facility was at least ten miles away. The journey would be unpredictable, and unforeseen circumstances might delay their return.

She gave them a straightforward answer. "I'm not sure about tomorrow or the day after. But in three days, I'll be here."

Three days?!

A collective sigh rippled through the crowd. Relief and disappointment warred on their faces.

Meanwhile, Nanzhi checked her system.

[Current transaction total: 3,407,900]

She needed 10,000,000 spars to unlock another Portable Store. She was still far from her goal.

With a final glance at the dispersing crowd, she and Lin Weihao turned to leave.

However, just as they stepped into a dimly lit alley, their path was blocked.

Six figures emerged from the shadows.

The leader—a burly man clad in patched-up furs—grinned, but his smile never reached his cold, calculating eyes. It was the person selling water for ridiculous prices.

A man with the yellowish teeth was beside him.

Behind them stood four lackeys, their expressions dripping with malice. Among them was a pockmarked man, his lips curling in amusement.

He recognized Nanzhi and Lin Weihao.

When they witnessed Nanzhi and Lin Weihao selling those precious supplies as cheap prices as if they were giving them away for free, their teeth hurts!

The fur-clad man took a step forward, his voice slick with false goodwill. "Friends, you're new here, so you might not understand how things work."

The pockmarked man chuckled.

The fur-clad man sighed, shaking his head in mock pity. "Selling at those prices? You must be losing money."

He tutted. "Ah, young people… so naive. If you keep selling this cheap, you're ruining business for all of us."

The man, with yellowed teeth, slapped his thigh, stepping closer. "Exactly! Business is about profit, not charity. We're all just trying to survive, yes? If you raise your prices—just a little—we can all get along. What do you say, Miss?"

Nanzhi's nose wrinkled as a foul stench assaulted her senses.

She took a half-step back and narrowed her eyes. "I say your breath stinks. Get lost and stop polluting the air."

Lin Weihao tilted the corner of his lips.

The yellow-toothed man's grin twisted into something grotesque. His face darkened. "What did you just say?"

Nanzhi cocked her head, voice nonchalant. "Are you deaf? I said get lost—preferably somewhere far enough that I don't have to breathe in your stink."

"You bitch!" The man's face contorted with rage. "I was being nice, and you dare insult me?! Are you not afraid of being thrown out of the base?!"

He took a threatening step forward, expecting fear—submission.

Instead, Nanzhi met his glare with utter indifference.

To her, his threats were as meaningless as a passing breeze.

"You—!"

Unable to control his anger, the man raised his hand, ready to strike.

Crack!

A wretched howl split the air as his wrist bent at an unnatural angle.

He staggered back, clutching his dislocated wrist, his screams echoing through the alley.

The other scalpers stiffened, eyes darting to Lin Weihao—who hadn't even moved from his spot.

He was too fast. They hadn't even seen him strike.

The man in patched-up furs cursed under his breath.

But before he could act, the yellow-toothed man shrieked at his lackeys. "What the fuck are you waiting for?! Seize them! They just sold a fortune in supplies—they must be loaded with spars! The one who takes them down gets the biggest cut!"

Spars.

Greed flashed in their eyes.

These men had been pulling the same trick for months—eliminating anyone who refused to play by their rules.

The pockmarked man licked his lips, fingers twitching.

So what if Lin Weihao was fast? There were six of them—numbers were on their side.

"Get the woman first!" the pockmarked man ordered.

And with those words, they sealed their fate.