Su Ling walked out of the private room while on the phone.
On the other end, Yang Guang had just gotten into the car with a group of friends. Hearing Su Ling’s ingratiating voice on the phone, she finally felt a bit of her pride restored. She deliberately raised her voice, "What's wrong with them? Don't they recognize me? Every time I come, who pays the bill? I haven't been here for that long, and now they're asking me to pay. I don't care about this, you have to fire them, or I won't be happy."
Her tone made everyone in the car look at Yang Guang with admiration and eagerness.
This was clearly a rich second-generation, foolish with money, and following her would guarantee a life of luxury.
Su Ling walked out of the hot pot restaurant just in time to see Yang Guang’s car drive away.
"Okay, I'll listen to you." She opened the car door, sat down, fastened her seatbelt, put on her headphones, and started the car. "Then you go to the supermarket to stock up. I'm heading over now. I'll probably be a bit late. I'll call you when I get there."
Without waiting for Yang Guang to say anything, Su Ling directly hung up, tossed her phone onto the passenger seat, and started driving.
Su Ling had only one goal now: to hoard supplies.
Whatever would be needed, she had to prepare thoroughly.
As for Yang Guang, past grievances were now settled. In this life, she wouldn't be taken advantage of again, as long as Yang Guang behaved herself.
Otherwise, she wouldn't show any mercy.
However, the debts and interest owed still needed to be collected. She couldn't let herself be at a disadvantage.
Su Ling drove towards her own supermarket. As she passed a road and stopped at a red light, she casually glanced out the window and saw a shop located in a corner of an old house.
She took a quick look and then drove towards the old house district.
She found a parking spot, parked the car, got out, and headed straight for that shop.
It was an antique shop, specializing in buying and selling all sorts of old antiques, with no limitations on category or type.
The shop was air-conditioned and cool.
Apart from a dozing employee, there was no one else.
"Boss," Su Ling approached the counter and stopped in front of the dozing man, tapping the counter with her hand.
The man, who appeared to be around thirty, was wearing a white T-shirt and sunglasses. He was slightly plump with an unhealthy pale complexion.
The man looked Su Ling up and down through his sunglasses. "What do you want?"
"Do you have knives for sale?" Su Ling wanted to buy a knife, preferably one that could slit a throat in one go, for self-defense.
The man waved his hand impatiently. "If you want to buy a knife, go to the market. There's none here."
He assumed Su Ling wanted to buy a kitchen knife!
"I want a knife, a weapon, preferably one that can slice through metal like mud," Su Ling's voice turned cold, and a bloodthirsty aura surrounded her, stunning the man.
"Fatty, what's going on?"
A loud voice echoed, and a tall, well-built man emerged from the inner room, wearing an apron around his waist.
Standing together, one fat and one thin, one tall and one short, both had pleasant features.
The man called Fatty pointed at Su Ling and explained to the tall man, "Skinny, she wants to buy a weapon, the kind that slices through metal like mud."
The man called Skinny looked at Su Ling, sizing her up. From her, he could smell a heavy scent of bloodlust, the kind cultivated from piles of corpses.
Yet, this person before him was so young, a contradiction.
His eyes didn't lie. Skinny looked at Su Ling, her eyes were terrifyingly cold, steeped in slaughter and bloodshed.
"Do you really want a weapon?" Skinny finally asked Su Ling.
Su Ling grunted in affirmation.
Skinny pondered for a moment. "Wait a moment."
Skinny returned, carrying a knife with difficulty, and handed it to Su Ling. "If you can draw it, you can take it."
"Alright." Su Ling took the knife from Skinny. Under the watchful eyes of Skinny and Fatty, she easily drew the blade.
The sharp edge emerged, exuding a chilling aura. For Su Ling, who had walked through battlefields, this knife, awakened by her touch and having drunk its fill of blood, would be her companion in the apocalypse!