Chapter 27 Kick Jack Flying Away
Soon, Steven heard Clara's scream.
After Andrew rushed into the house, he slapped Clara's face hard.
"You deceivethe neighbors for their supplies. I'm avenging them!" Andrew laughed heartily.
Clara fell to the ground, unable to speak with dizziness.
Andrew commanded his subordinates, "Search the house, take all the food and drinks! This is what the neighbors worked hard for, we can't let her keep it!"
His subordinates gleefully obeyed, quickly rummaging through Clara's kitchen and bedroom, turning everything upside down.
Soon, they found a pile of bread, cookies, bottled water, and more.
Clara crawled over, tears streaming down her face, clutching Andrew's leg, "You can't take everything, we have our own supplies at home. If you take everything, how will my grandson and I survive?"
Andrew coldly stared at her, sneering, "Not my concern! Get lost!"
With that, he kicked her hard with his intact leg, landing a direct hit on Clara's face.
"Ah!!" Clara let out a piercing scream as she fell backward.
Suddenly, a shout came from the bedroom, "You scoundrels, get out of here!"
It was Clara's grandson Jack. Furious to find his hidden chocolate cookies discovered, he grabbed a fruit knife from the drawer and stabbed it into one man's buttocks.
In such extreme circumstances, any injury could be fatal.
The man yelped in pain.
He turned to see a child had stabbed him, further enraging him!
"Damn it, if this gets out, I'll be so embarrassed!"
"Damn it!" He seethed, putting all his strength into kicking Jack in the stomach!
A full-force kick from an adult was too much for the six-year-old to bear.
He let out a scream, flying through the air and crashing into the wall, falling to the ground like a sack of garbage.
The scene was so absurd that even Andrew and his men burst into laughter.
"Haha! Patrick, when did you become so good at kicking?"
"You actually kicked that little brat away. You're truly amazing!"
Patrick Martin, smugly removing the knife from his buttocks, boasted, "Aren't I cool? You should've filmed that scene!"
Clara, wounded, initially wanted to play dead on the ground.
But seeing her beloved Jack kicked so brutally, she cried out in despair, "Jack, my grandson!"
She rushed towards Jack, while Andrew pointed at Clara, self-righteously declaring, "This is the price for deceiving the neighbors. I'm going to be a vigilante!"
With laughter, the group left Clara's home with their spoils.
Steven, witnessing the despicable beating of Clara and her family, felt a sense of joy, lacking any sympathy for them.
However, this scene also marked the beginning of cracks in the civilized rules of the building.
More brutal events were bound to occur.
As soon as the ice cracked, chaos would swiftly follow.
"It's just a pity that it doesn't have much to do with me."
"Watching them fight for supplies, while I live leisurely at home, it's really boring."
Steven reclined on the imported sofa, sighing with a smile.
He then shared the video he captured with their homeowners' group.
In the homeowners' group, where the deceived owners were cursing Clara, Steven's video brought them joy.
"Haha, serves the liar right!"
"Mr. Jenkins is amazing! Dealing with such people requires a firm hand!"
"That's the price of being a liar!"
"She did so many wrongs and ended up with nothing, it's hilarious!"
Although the deceived owners knew they wouldn't get their supplies back from Andrew, seeing Clara beaten brought them satisfaction.
Some even considered Andrew a hero, praising him.
"Mr. Jenkins is amazing!"
"He's so just!"
"If not for Mr. Jenkins, we'd have no way to deal with such shameless scum."
"Mr. Jenkins, be careful, that old hag is so shameless, she might report you to the authorities."
Some even strategized for Andrew, seeing his gains from the situation.
Andrew had gained both fame and fortune this time, avoiding collective resistance from the owners and acquiring a lot of supplies.
Observing the owners' chat, Steven smirked and shook his head.
These owners failed to realize a crucial point.
If Andrew could break into Clara's house today, he could do the same to them one day.
As people lost hope in the outside world, such incidents would occur more frequently.
Yet, the fact that the owners could chat freely in the group indicated they still had supplies.
Most families were not as destitute as they claimed.
Many in the Sunshine Community worked in the warehouse district and had the habit of stocking up on supplies.
Even if they didn't work in the warehouse district, they bought discounted goods through various channels to stock at home.
A box of expired bread could sustain a family of three for four to five days if rationed.
While it was challenging to eat and dress adequately, with some savings, survival was still possible for a while.
In a past life, Steven managed to survive for a month before hungry neighbors stormed in and devoured everything.
They all understood the importance of keeping wealth hidden.
Their complaints about lacking supplies were mostly to avoid lending to others.
Of course, they were barely surviving, with no concern for their quality of life.
Steven ignored the group chat messages and took out a target from the extradimensional space, hanging it on the wall.
He then picked up his crossbow and compound bow, starting to practice his shooting skills.
Living in a post-apocalyptic world, even within his secure hideout, he couldn't afford to be complacent.
Consistent practice of survival skills daily was crucial to outlast the challenges.
Shooting practice was also a form of entertainment for Steven, and he felt no need to practice with firearms.
He knew how to handle guns.
Though not a sharpshooter, the mere presence of a gun in his hands was a significant deterrent!
With only a hundred bullets and no recycling like arrows, he preferred to conserve ammunition.
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