Iโ€™m A Wasteland Giant-Chapter 37 - Xingyuan Building

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Chapter 37: Chapter 37 Xingyuan Building

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Xingyuan County is under the jurisdiction of Nanyuan City. Due to its proximity to the provincial capital, this small county town has a very limited resident population.

The busiest area is just a street that runs north and south. The tallest building on this street is a twelve-story hotel named Xingyuan Building. Obviously, the local residents donโ€™t need so many guest rooms, so this hotel only uses the bottom six floors as guest rooms. The seventh floor is a net cafe, the eighth floor is a gym, and the ninth to twelfth floors are rented to some companies as offices with a different layout.

At this time, the fire service passage between the first and second floors of the hotel was blocked by tables and chairs that were piled up like a mountain, in addition to being locked from the inside.

This is the doing of people who didnโ€™t have time to leave the building yesterday!

After the news exploded yesterday, not everyone went home. One of the companies upstairs was completely unaware of what was happening. Their company had a strange policy where they collected phones at work, and they were only returned after work. The boss said that this was to prevent employees from being lazy at work. As a result, a group of people including the boss were all locked up in the building.

In addition to this companyโ€™s employees, there were also quite a few people stranded in the net cafe on the seventh floor.

A laughable scene happened here yesterday. โ€œRun quickly, the apocalypse is coming!โ€ โ€œOh, push the tower, push the tower!โ€ โ€œRun quickly, the world is ending!โ€ โ€œGot it, boys are dropping into the airport!โ€

โ€œBrother Dog, arenโ€™t you running?

โ€œWhere would I run to? You shouldnโ€™t go either, stay and play games with me!โ€ A bunch of internet-addicted boys and several gangsters thus stayed behind. Unlike the hustle and bustle of yesterday, the net cafe was somewhat silent today.

Four thin boys, who were the internet-addicted teenagers who stayed to play games yesterday, were squatting in a corner of the net cafe at this moment.

At the bar, three gangsters were smoking cigarettes, sitting on the computer table, puffing hard.

Not far behind them, next to a pile of chaotic furniture, there was a clearing where a pale female corpse was lying, emitting an aura of death.

She was the receptionist of this net cafe. She didnโ€™t leave for some reason yesterday and now sheโ€™s become a corpse.

โ€œBrother Dog, are we really okay? The downstairs has been quiet for a long timeโ€ฆโ€ A man with a dragon tattoo on his arm looked at Brother Dog, his face full of anxiety.

โ€œYeah, has the apocalypse passed? Would the police come looking for us?โ€ Another gangster added hastily.

Brother Dogโ€™s eyes widened as his face became ferocious. He extended two hands and slapped each of the two underlings.

โ€œDonโ€™t think of the police until now.โ€

After he finished speaking, he took a deep puff of his cigarette, and then said: โ€œAt night, throw this corpse down!โ€

He was also somewhat worried that the apocalypse would end like this, fearing that the police would come looking for them when everything returned to normal.

โ€œThen should theyโ€ฆโ€

The tattooed man pointed to the four thin boys squatting in the corner of the net cafe, making a gesture at his neck.

Brother Dogโ€™s eyes grew cold, he took a few hurried breaths, and his bloodshot eyes only returned to calm after a long while. He shook his head and said:

โ€œDonโ€™t rush, letโ€™s see in the evening!โ€

Just then, there were some noises coming from the stairwell outside the net cafe.

The three of Brother Dog immediately stopped, quickly picking up their own machetes and stealthily approaching the door. โ€œDing ding dong dongโ€ฆโ€

A light but distinct sound of footsteps was heard.

Itโ€™s a person coming from outside!

The three of Brother Dog instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, they tightened their grips on the machetes in their hands, their eyes dead set on the glass door of the net cafe.

After listening for a while, the footsteps got closer and closer, coming from upstairs.

Soon, the footsteps stopped on the seventh floor. The source of the noise seemed to see the light inside the net cafe. They took two light steps and peered quietly at the glass door.

After a few seconds of observation and finding nothing unusual, the person outside began to push the door.

โ€œDonโ€™t move!โ€

Just as he stepped in, a knife was immediately placed against his neck and the three men appeared at his side.

โ€œIโ€™m a person, Iโ€™m a person, brother donโ€™t hurt me!โ€

The man from outside was wearing a suit and a greasy hairstyle. He was startled by the sudden knife, but he quickly explained.

Seeing that the newcomer was a weak white-collar type, Brother Dog let out a sigh of relief, grabbed him, and said viciously, โ€œI know youโ€™re a human, tell me, where are you from?โ€

The man in the suit quickly explained, โ€œI work on the twelfth floor, I came down to find something to eatโ€ฆโ€

โ€œTwelfth floor? You didnโ€™t leave yesterday?โ€

โ€œNo, our phones normally get locked away by the boss, and we didnโ€™t see the messages until after work. It was too late!โ€

โ€œHow many people are there?โ€

Hearing that there were still other people in the building, Brother Dog instantly became tense. But thinking of his awakened superpower, he soon calmed down.

โ€œIncluding the boss, there are sixteen of usโ€ฆโ€

โ€œAny women?โ€ the tattooed man interjected.

โ€œYou damnโ€ฆโ€

Brother Dog directly raised his hand, making as if to hit him.

The tattooed man shrank in fright, but Brother Dog didnโ€™t hit him after all. Instead, he turned his gaze back to the man in the suit, waiting for his answer.

The man in the suit had a bad feeling by this point. He gulped and began, โ€œYes, we have five female colleagues upstairsโ€ฆ no, six, along with a cleaner.โ€

โ€œAre you playing me for a fool? What kind of company can afford to hire a cleaner?โ€ Brother Dog lifted his robust arm and slapped him.

The man in the suit stumbled by the slap, not minding the rapidly swelling red mark on his face, and quickly explained, โ€œNo, sheโ€™s not from our company. The cleaner is from the gym on the eighth floor. She didnโ€™t have a mobile phone, and we ran into her on the first floor yesterday afternoon and brought her up to the twelfth floorโ€ฆ

After a series of explanations, Brother Dog and the others learned that these people had seen the news yesterday when the sun was about to set.

Brother Dog was stupefied, then his face turned ugly. โ€œYouโ€™re playing me for a fool. The staircase was blocked, how did you get upโ€ฆโ€

โ€œWe blocked the staircase on the first floor and then took the elevator up from the secondโ€ฆโ€

โ€œThen why didnโ€™t you block the elevator too?โ€

The man in the suit could tell that these gangsters were not to be trifled with, but they werenโ€™t very clever, reasoning like children. Regardless, he patiently explained, โ€œWe studied it, the creatures are long-bodied and canโ€™t get into the elevator. Plus, we jammed the elevator door on the twelfth floor to ensure the elevator couldnโ€™t go downโ€ฆ um, but the elevator is broken now!โ€

โ€œWhat kind of company are you?โ€

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Brother Dog sniffed, and said, โ€œTake us up and letโ€™s have a look!โ€

Then he twisted his head and said to the four addicted teenagers huddled in the corner, โ€œThe four of you, come with us!โ€

Then, a group of eight people walked up the stairs towards the twelfth floor..

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