Chapter 28: Zhao Wumei's Proposal

This fishing trip had been incredibly fruitful. Not only had he acquired the psychic detection ability, but he also gained an auditory enhancement scroll and a set of explosive tags.

Ye Feng glanced at the explosive tags once more.

[Item]: Explosive Tag
[Quality]: Rare
[Description]: An explosive tag from the world of Naruto. Upon activation, it releases a powerful fiery explosion with extraordinary destructive force.

A bundle of twenty tags in total. Ye Feng moved them into his storage space. They could serve as grenades! Ye Feng felt quite pleased, taking another sip of his coffee.

Where to next? That’s right! A large supermarket must have a warehouse. In a typical store, items are displayed for sale, but based on his memories from his previous life, the back-end warehouse was guaranteed to hold a massive amount of supplies.

What about the voices of the survivors he heard earlier? Ye Feng pondered. The supermarket was infested with zombies; if there were indeed survivors, hiding in the warehouse would certainly be a sound choice.

Ye Feng retrieved his coffee and other items into his storage space, then immediately activated his new ability—Psychic Detection.

A pulse of mental energy, like dense, invisible threads, began to extend in every direction. One meter, three meters, five meters... Everything within a twenty-meter radius of Ye Feng became crystal clear.

With his psychic detection active, Ye Feng began to walk toward the direction where he had heard the survivors. "Here..." "No, not here!" Just then, his eyes lit up. "Found it!" Ye Feng turned a corner and hurried toward the warehouse area he had located.

Before long, he arrived at the entrance to the warehouse. The heavy doors were locked, and a large pile of debris had been stacked against them from the inside.

"There are definitely survivors here!" Ye Feng pricked up his ears, listening intently. From deep within the warehouse, voices drifted out.

"Sister Mei, how is my technique?"
"Not bad, keep it up!"

With his enhanced hearing, these sounds were audible to him, though an ordinary person would have heard nothing. Ye Feng focused his mind and projected his psychic energy to scout the interior. A strange expression crossed his face.

In an open area inside the warehouse, a woman with a charming, mature air sat on a chair with her eyes closed, resting. She was dressed in a tight black bodysuit that accentuated her explosive, curvaceous figure and slim waist. Behind her, a short-haired girl was kneading her shoulders. Several others were moving about, all appearing to be in good spirits.

This scene truly caught Ye Feng off guard. He had considered various possibilities for this survivor hideout—a harmonious group, a strictly hierarchical one, or perhaps a place where a male ability user reigned supreme. But he had never expected a woman to hold the position of leader, and to be living quite comfortably at that.

With the blood mist lingering and the apocalypse descended, while men generally had a physical advantage, the emergence of supernatural powers had changed everything. If a woman awakened a powerful ability, she was by no means inferior to a man. Combined with the unique logistical advantages of the warehouse, it made sense that they were living so well.

Ye Feng didn't take immediate action, simply observing everything with interest through his psychic sense. The woman before him was bewitchingly beautiful; the black bodysuit and long boots highlighted every curve of her body perfectly. Everything was in all the right places. Ye Feng gave a silent nod of approval. *Quite the sight!*

As he continued to extend his psychic energy, he made a new discovery. "The supply warehouse is definitely here!" Ye Feng thought it over—there was no way he was letting such a rich reserve of supplies go.

Retracting his mental energy, Ye Feng swung his blade at the door lock. With a sharp "clack," the lock was easily severed. Ye Feng pushed hard. The debris blocking the door was no match for him. The heavy doors creaked open.

Ye Feng stepped into the warehouse and headed directly toward the supplies. There were two main sections: one primarily for frozen goods and another for general merchandise.

The noise of Ye Feng breaking the lock startled everyone inside. The survivors scrambled out, clutching makeshift weapons. They met in the corridor. The leader of the survivors was the charming woman he had observed earlier—alluring, enchanting, and with a figure that commanded attention.

She frowned, looking at Ye Feng with suspicion, not speaking at first.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" a petite girl with short hair asked first.

Ye Feng glanced at her. It was the same girl who had been kneading the woman's shoulders. Small frame, but well-endowed. Ye Feng couldn't help but look twice. Nice. Her face was quite pretty, too.

"Why are you staring?" the girl snapped, though her babyish voice made it hard to feel intimidated.

Ye Feng chuckled and said calmly, "Who I am doesn't matter. What matters is... I’m taking all the supplies here!"

His arrogant words left the group in silence. Some hadn't quite grasped what he meant, while those who did were stunned by his audacity. Just then, a handsome man named Zhao Dongming in the crowd thought to himself: *My chance to shine has arrived!*

Zhao Dongming stepped forward and scoffed. "Heh, you said you want it all? That’s just pure arrogance! Let me scare you—our Sister Mei is a formidable ability user!"

At this, the others regained their composure and began to chime in.
"Take it all? Are you joking?"
"If you take our supplies, how are we supposed to live?"
"Who do you think you are?"

The crowd clamored on and on. Ye Feng’s expression cooled, and he thought, *These people are so annoying! It looks like I’ll have to teach them a lesson.*

Just as Ye Feng prepared to act and demonstrate his power, the charming woman at the head of the group finally spoke up.

"Alright, everyone shut up!"

As soon as she spoke, the group went silent. She then reached out a hand toward Ye Feng and smiled radiantly. "Let’s get acquainted. My name is Zhao Wumei. I used to be the manager of this supermarket, and now I’m the leader of these people. I am also an ability user!"

Ye Feng didn't respond, nor did he step forward to shake her hand. He simply continued to scan her up and down. *Zhao Wumei... why does that name sound so familiar?*

Zhao Wumei lowered her hand, unfazed, and continued with a flowery smile. "Handsome, you look like a reasonable person. We have over twenty people here, all relying on this warehouse to survive. If you take all these supplies, it’s no different from killing us. You’re clearly skilled to have made it here—with so many supplies out there in the world, why insist on fighting us for these?"

Ye Feng smiled faintly and said slowly, "You have a good eye. I am indeed very handsome, but unfortunately... I’m not a reasonable person!"

This statement stirred visible anger among the group. Ye Feng ignored them and continued, "What does your survival have to do with me? You can't honestly expect to send me away empty-handed with just a few words, can you?"

Zhao Wumei’s eyes flickered, and she offered, "You don't need to worry about that, handsome. I certainly won't let you leave empty-handed! But I am curious—you say you want all the supplies, but how exactly do you plan to take them? The supermarket is surrounded by so many zombies that a truck can't get in... surely you aren't planning to seize our little territory too?" She smiled, showing a hint of curiosity.

Ye Feng stood with his hands behind his back and replied nonchalantly, "I have no comment on that. I’ll say this once: the supplies are mine, and that is not up for negotiation!"

Before Zhao Wumei could speak, the other survivors couldn't help but yell out.
"Kid, you’re too arrogant!"
"Sister Mei, why are you wasting time with him?"
"There are so many of us; let's beat him up and throw him out!"

The scene was chaotic.

"I said shut up!"
"Anyone who speaks again will be severely punished!"

This time, Zhao Wumei’s eyes were cold as she silenced the crowd again. She looked at Ye Feng and covered her mouth with a light laugh. "If you want the supplies, that’s certainly possible."

Zhao Wumei looked him over once more, then parted her ruby lips to say something shocking: "How about this, handsome... keep me company for a night! For the next hour, you can take as many supplies as you want. How does that sound?"

*Aha!*

Ye Feng’s mouth twitched. He really couldn't keep a straight face anymore! *What the hell? Did I hear that right?*

Ye Feng blinked, examining the woman before him again. She was stunning, with vibrant red lips and a tall, explosive figure. Most importantly, she exuded a tantalizing, mature woman’s aura, like a perfectly ripened peach—completely captivating. She was truly a top-tier beauty.