Chapter 31: A Bountiful Harvest, Mutant Zombies

There is no doubt about it. Zhao Wumei is a stunning beauty of the highest order.

"Come with you?" Zhao Wumei’s beautiful eyes brightened as she pressed further, "Do you have other women?"

Ye Feng nodded, signaling his silent admission. Zhao Wumei felt a flash of disappointment. After a moment of thought, she rolled her eyes at him.

"Forget it. It’s clear you’re a playboy. I have no desire to be with you and play second fiddle to other women!"

Hearing this, Ye Feng felt slightly let down. However, given Zhao Wumei’s ability, she would certainly be able to make a name for herself in the future. She did not need to rely on him.

"You must come back to see me when you have time; I have needs for a man, after all..." Zhao Wumei covered her mouth and giggled, her expression meaningful.

Ye Feng remained silent.

"If you cheat on me, I will kill you." Ye Feng’s expression was calm, but his tone allowed for no debate.

Zhao Wumei felt a chill in her heart. Realizing the gravity of his words, she put on a face of grievance. "Ye Feng, what kind of person do you take me for? I have always kept myself pure and chaste... How can you treat me with such contempt?"

Ye Feng smiled. "Fine, I believe you."

Though he said this... Ye Feng kept his gaze lowered, his index finger twitching slightly. A colorless stream of light silently seeped into Zhao Wumei’s body.

The Phantom Heart Gu. It would lie dormant in the target’s body, and once activated, it could control them instantly. It was a failsafe to ensure nothing went wrong. If Zhao Wumei ever harbored disloyal thoughts, a single thought from him would be enough to capture or kill her.

Zhao Wumei, completely unaware, continued to look aggrieved. Ye Feng chuckled, comforting her, "Alright, I trust you completely. Now, I need to go collect the supplies."

With that, Ye Feng began to get dressed. Zhao Wumei seized the opportunity to snuggle up to him, rubbing against him incessantly. "Darling... are you angry? We’ve already done this; do you really have the heart to take my things away? Aren't my belongings yours as well?"

Ye Feng smiled. "Business is business. Besides, there are only twenty of you here; you couldn't possibly finish all these supplies!"

Since he had gained a great advantage and she refused to follow him, he had to secure some other benefits. Ye Feng finished dressing, pushed the clinging Zhao Wumei away, and walked firmly toward the warehouse.

"Darling, wait for me!" Zhao Wumei scrambled to put on her clothes.

Ye Feng left the room and walked to the cold storage. The power system was still running. Ye Feng released his mental perception. His psychic energy extended like fine threads, and a massive amount of supplies entered his field of vision.

The large supermarket was equipped with corresponding large-scale cold storage facilities, which typically held food requiring low-temperature preservation. This warehouse was no exception. Under Ye Feng’s scan, he saw vast quantities of frozen rice balls, wontons, dumplings, noodles, and frozen vegetables, alongside massive amounts of frozen pork, chicken, beef, lamb, and seafood. The stockpile was staggering—even larger than what was on the shelves upstairs. Furthermore, the refrigerated area held a great deal of fresh produce.

Ye Feng moved quickly, and everywhere he went, the frozen meat vanished.

*Swish, swish, swish!*

A massive volume of supplies disappeared into thin air, appearing within Ye Feng’s storage space. As he continued to collect them, Zhao Wumei rushed over, followed by the other survivors. The moment they entered, the scene of supplies vanishing into thin air greeted their eyes. The group stood stunned, as if they had seen a ghost.

"My god!"
"What is happening?"
"It’s gone! The beef, the lamb—it’s all gone!"

The crowd stood rooted to the spot, at a loss. Zhao Wumei realized what was happening and gasped, "Ye Feng! You... you’re a space-attribute esper?"

Ye Feng remained expressionless, continuing his collection. The others were equally shocked.

"My god!"
"Damn! I didn't know such an ability existed in this world!"

Someone quickly snapped back to reality. "Sister Mei, if this keeps up, he’s going to empty the place! If the supplies are gone, how are we supposed to survive?"

Anxiety spread among the crowd. Zhao Wumei, however, was struck by a mix of surprise and excitement. "All of you, get out!" she commanded. Reluctantly, the group retreated from the cold storage. Once they had left, Zhao Wumei approached him, her face full of excitement.

"Ye Feng, will I be able to awaken a space ability too?"

Ye Feng said coolly, "It’s not a space ability." He did not stop his work, continuing to collect supplies.

"Ah!" Zhao Wumei was stunned. "It’s not? Then what is it?"

Ye Feng ignored her. "You’ll know when the time comes."

Zhao Wumei looked frustrated, but there was nothing she could do. Watching Ye Feng continue to hoard the supplies, her heart ached. She bit her lower lip and pleaded, "Brother Ye Feng, please, call off your magic! I admit, I underestimated you! Can’t you leave us a way to survive?"

Ye Feng glanced at her. Zhao Wumei looked at him with watery, pitiful eyes. Because she had rushed out, her hair was disheveled, her clothes were messy, and large patches of her fair skin were exposed. She looked truly pathetic and wronged.

Ye Feng remained unmoved. "According to our agreement, I take as much as I can." As he spoke, he moved boxes of frozen seafood into his storage.

Seeing her supplies dwindle, Zhao Wumei grew more desperate. She grabbed his arm. "It’s my fault, please, brother, spare me? Please!"

As she continued to beg, Ye Feng did not stop. Seeing the man remained unmoved, Zhao Wumei began to cry. A trail of tears flowed from her eyes. "Why are you like this? Wuwuwu... you’re bullying me!"

Ye Feng was speechless. *Why are the pearls falling?* Even though he knew she was acting, he felt his resolve soften.

"Fine, fine, I’ll leave some for you! How about this: I’ll leave you thirty percent of the supplies in this cold storage and the food warehouse next door. How does that sound?"

"Ah, you know about the warehouse next door too?" Zhao Wumei was startled, then quickly added, "Thirty percent is too little. Can we do fifty?"

"Twenty percent."
"Ah, no! Thirty percent... thirty percent is fine!" Zhao Wumei quickly forced a smile.

"Thirty percent is more than enough for you." These stored supplies, even at thirty percent, were enough to feed twenty people for a hundred years. By Ye Feng’s original plan, emptying the place completely would have been the standard. As for the survivors' fate, what did that have to do with him? However, he couldn't do that now. After all, he and Zhao Wumei had shared intimate moments. In truth, he was mostly annoyed that Zhao Wumei had tried to play him. Otherwise, Jiang City had many places with supplies; he could have simply gone elsewhere.

"Yes, thank you, thank you, Brother Feng!" Zhao Wumei exhaled in relief, patting her chest, which caused a slight quiver.

Ye Feng continued to use his ability. Apples, bananas, strawberries, watermelons, cherries—these fruits were still quite fresh under the low-temperature storage. But once the power went out, they would all rot. In Ye Feng’s storage space, however, they would be preserved forever. So, he wasn't being cruel or greedy. Most of the supplies would go to waste if left with Zhao Wumei anyway. Storing them in his space was the best choice. He was simply holding onto them for safekeeping; maybe one day he would give them back to her...

Ye Feng continued to gather items. Beside him, Zhao Wumei’s eyes darted around, wondering what she was thinking. Ye Feng asked casually, "I feel that even without relying on me, your ability is quite strong. As long as you’re careful, those zombies outside shouldn't be much of a threat to you, right?"

Zhao Wumei pursed her lips and smiled. "That’s natural. After my ability awakened, not only was I born with charm, but my strength and speed were also greatly enhanced. As long as I’m not surrounded by a large horde, ordinary zombies are nothing to me. But among the zombies, there is a type more powerful than the common ones! There is one here, and I can't beat it!"

Ye Feng was startled, his brows knitting together. "A mutant zombie? There’s one here? Tell me more!" In his journey so far, he hadn't encountered a mutant zombie.

Zhao Wumei continued, "There is a mutant zombie in this supermarket. It’s a strength-based mutant, but it sleeps most of the time. It only comes out to wander at night. Because of it, I don't dare leave easily!"

Ye Feng nodded and said, "Wumei, once your ability fully awakens, you’ll be able to handle it."

"Really?" Zhao Wumei looked excited. She couldn't stop wondering what Ye Feng’s ability actually was and how powerful he might be.

A moment later, Ye Feng left thirty percent of the supplies and stopped. He turned and headed straight for the other warehouse to continue his collection. This warehouse contained goods similar to those on the shelves, but they were all in bulk cases—mostly fast-moving consumer goods. Instant noodles, iced black tea, coffee, pure milk, yogurt, rice, cooking oil, orange juice, cola... they were stacked like mountains. Ye Feng moved them all into his storage space.

Zhao Wumei followed him the whole way, her heart bleeding, though she forced a smile. Soon after, she couldn't take it anymore. "Ye Feng, I trust you, but you must leave me that thirty percent!"

Having said that, she hurried away.

...

In the warehouse lobby, the group sat in unease. Someone whispered in confusion, "Where did this guy even come from? Aside from his space ability, he doesn't seem special. Why is Sister Mei so afraid of him?"

"I wonder how the talk went?"

Zhao Dongming looked unwilling, gritting his teeth. "I don't get it. Sister Mei is clearly so strong; why is she afraid to fight him? Maybe he’s just an empty shell, all show and no substance!"

A girl with short hair immediately retorted, "Heh, I think Sister Mei has her reasons for how she acts!" Her name was Su Xiaoxiao, Zhao Wumei’s assistant. Since learning that Ye Feng was a space-attribute esper, her impression of him had shifted drastically. She added, "A man like Ye Feng must have his merits! After all, he is a space esper!"

As they debated, Zhao Wumei appeared. Their eyes lit up, and they rushed over.

"Sister Mei, how did it go?"
"What did that damn space esper say?"

Zhao Wumei said calmly, "Thirty percent of the supplies."

"What! He wants to take thirty percent? Why doesn't he just rob us?" the handsome man exclaimed in indignation.

"Thirty percent belongs to us," Zhao Wumei continued.

"Ah, this..." The crowd was speechless. "He’s taking so much; can he even finish it?"
"Exactly! That’s too greedy."

Zhao Dongming suggested angrily, "Sister Mei, he’s just one person. Why don't you lead us to fight him?"

Zhao Wumei glanced at Zhao Dongming with a cold expression. "If you want to die, go ahead. But... before you make a move, I will kill you first, just to save myself the trouble!"

*Thinking to yourself, trying to manipulate me into killing my own man, you deserve to die,* Zhao Wumei thought.

The words made Zhao Dongming’s scalp tingle and his body tremble. Zhao Wumei had never been this cold before. "Ah! No! I wouldn't dare!" He didn't expect such a reaction and immediately began nodding and bowing in terror.

Zhao Wumei swept her gaze over the group. "This result is already very good! Even at thirty percent, we won't be able to finish these supplies with the few of us we have!" She paused, then issued a command: "Remember this, all of you: Ye Feng has extraordinary strength. He is a person we must never offend. Does everyone understand?"

"Yes!"
"Understood!"

Just then, a world-shaking roar erupted from outside.

*ROAR!!*

The group’s expressions changed instantly. "Damn, it’s the mutant zombie!"
"How is this possible? Why is it out during the day?"
"It sounds furious! We’re doomed!"

Zhao Wumei’s expression was equally grim. The ability she was relying on from Ye Feng would take time to awaken. As she was now, she had no confidence in fighting a mutant zombie.

"Do you think this has anything to do with that space esper?"
"Yes! It probably does!"

The group whispered among themselves. Zhao Wumei frowned. *Related to Ye Feng?*

*Forget it!* Whether it was related or not, if the mutant zombie attacked, she would have to rely on Ye Feng.

"I’m going to find Ye Feng and talk to him!" Zhao Wumei decided.

"No need!" A clear, calm male voice echoed.