Chapter 41 The scumbag's whole family fainted from the heat; trying to freeload off the air conditioning? Dream on!

In the video feed, Gu Zichen's face, which had originally been so self-important, was now scorched red and peeling from the sixty-five-degree heat.

Sweat dripped down his chin, and he looked as if he had just been fished out of water.

In the dark corner behind him lay a woman wearing an expensive silk nightgown, sprawled out in a completely unladylike manner.

That was Gu Zichen's biological mother, the always snobbish Mrs. Gu.

At this moment, she was gasping for air like a dying carp, lacking even the strength to roll her eyes.

This scene was truly a feast for the eyes.

Lin Xingwan chuckled softly and tossed the silver spoon in her hand into half a watermelon.

"Gu Zichen, did your family's bankruptcy bankrupt your intelligence along with it?"

She deliberately turned the phone's camera.

She aimed it at the half of the black-skinned watermelon on the coffee table, which was emitting a chilling cold and covered in a thin layer of frost.

Then, the lens slowly moved upward, fixing on the central air conditioning vent on the wall that was blowing out cold air.

Finally, the view returned to Lin Xingwan's fair, refreshed face, which didn't have a single drop of sweat on it.

"Did you see that clearly?"

Lin Xingwan's voice was filled with undisguised mockery.

"Here, I not only have water and electricity, but the temperature is also maintained at twenty-six degrees."

Looking at the watermelon and the air conditioner on the screen, Gu Zichen's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

A "gulp" sound came from his throat, and his voice trembled like a sieve.

"Wanwan! Where on earth are you?!"

"I heard from Lin Chuchu that you bought a Half-Mountain Villa in the Western Suburbs?"

He lunged toward the camera, his face nearly pressed against the screen.

"Is that it? You must have an independent generator, don't you?!"

"Wanwan, I beg you, let me and my mother in!"

His fawning, begging appearance was even more pathetic than a stray dog on the street.

"As long as you let me in, I swear!"

Gu Zichen even raised three fingers, vowing solemnly.

"I'll get my marriage license with you right away! From now on, you'll be the young mistress of the Gu family!"

"I will absolutely never look at Lin Chuchu again!"

This was truly the biggest joke in the world.

A eunuch who had his manhood kicked to uselessness and couldn't even be considered a man.

A stray dog who had lost his family and couldn't even get a sip of water.

Was actually still shamelessly using the title of "young mistress of the Gu family" to bestow a favor upon her?

Huo Yuan, sitting nearby, let out an extremely low sneer.

He looked at Gu Zichen on the screen as if he were looking at a mental defective.

Was this man here to be a comedian?

The smile on Lin Xingwan's face vanished instantly, her gaze cold and piercing.

"The young mistress of the Gu family?"

She picked up the spoon, dug out a large piece of the watermelon heart, and shoved it into her mouth right in front of Gu Zichen.

The "crunch" of her biting into the ice shards was transmitted clearly through the microphone.

"Your Gu family is currently worse than someone setting up a stall to sell sweet potatoes; what are you going to use to marry me?"

"With that useless toothpick of yours?"

Gu Zichen's face instantly turned from red to purple, then from purple to white.

"You... how can you speak like that!"

As if his most painful scar had been poked, he roared in anger and humiliation.

"Lin Xingwan! Don't be ungrateful!"

"Do you think you're safe just because you're hiding in a turtle shell?!"

"Once I find someone to smash your door open, I will definitely..."

Before he could finish his sentence.

Lin Xingwan couldn't be bothered to listen to his barking and simply extended a finger, decisively pressing the hang-up button.

The world was finally quiet.

She completely blocked that virtual number.

Trying to use moral blackmail on her? Trying to piggyback on her AC? Keep dreaming.

Just then, Qian Duoduo's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

"Boss, I casually traced the signal source of that scum just now."

"It's in an underground garage in the city's wealthy district. The surface temperature there has already exceeded seventy degrees."

"He probably won't last through tonight."

Lin Xingwan raised an eyebrow.

Seventy degrees—that's a temperature that can truly roast a person into cooked meat.

"Forget about him."

She picked up her phone and opened WeChat.

Although global communication networks were paralyzed on a large scale.

Some local area networks and base stations in the city were still barely maintaining a weak signal due to backup power.

Lin Xingwan opened a WeChat group named "Loving Lin Family Property Owners Group."

She had been added to this when she bought that apartment previously.

The group was already in complete chaos.

The entire screen was filled with desperate cries for help.

"Help! Does anyone have water? I'll pay one hundred thousand for a bottle!"

"I'm dying of heat, my wife has already fainted from heatstroke, and I can't get through to 120 at all!"

"The supermarkets are all empty! People are killing each other on the streets below!"

The scent of panic and despair was almost spilling out of the screen.

Lin Xingwan looked at these messages.

If it were her from her previous life, the "saintly" one, she definitely would have softened her heart and even foolishly gone to deliver water to them.

But now, her heart was colder than an ice cube in extreme cold.

In The Apocalypse, keeping a low profile could indeed save one's life.

But being extremely high-profile could lure those maggots hiding in the dark out early so they could be killed.

She turned on the phone's camera.

Aiming it at the half-watermelon covered in white frost on the table and the large plate of iced cherries placed next to it.

As well as the central air conditioning control panel on the wall displaying "26℃".

She recorded a ten-second high-definition video.

Then, she added some extremely provocative text.

"It's too hot outside, I can only hide at home and eat some iced watermelon to cool down. I hope everyone can survive this summer~ [Playful]"

Click, send.

The circle indicating the video was sending spun twice.

At this final moment when the network was about to be completely cut off, this video was successfully sent to the group.

"Ding-dong!"

"Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"

The property owners group, which had been quiet for less than three seconds.

Instantly exploded, as if a nuclear bomb had been thrown into it!

The speed at which messages flooded the screen was dazzling.

"Holy shit! Is this Lin Xingwan?! That daughter who was kicked out by the Lin family?!"

"Watermelon?! And it's iced! How the fuck is this possible!"

"Why does she have electricity at her place! Why is the air conditioner working! This is unfair!"

Countless voice messages filled with jealousy, greed, and anger roared in the group.

Someone even directly initiated a voice call request.

Lin Xingwan directly set her phone to silent and tossed it aside.

She could imagine it.

She didn't know how many pairs of starving wolf-like eyes were staring fixedly at that video right now, mad with jealousy.

Gu Zichen must be watching too.

And that vicious stepmother Zhao Xuelan.

This caused them more pain and despair than killing them directly.

"Tsk, how lively."

Huo Yuan leaned back on the sofa, stretched out his long arm, and wrapped it directly around Lin Xingwan's shoulders.

In his deep eyes, dangerous sparks flickered.

"Sending this video out is equivalent to telling everyone in the city that there is a piece of fat meat here."

"Wanwan, you are deliberately luring them over."

Lin Xingwan didn't push his arm away; instead, she leaned into his solid chest.

"If I don't lure them out, how can I test the firepower of your Sky Wolf Squad?"

She looked up at Huo Yuan's cold profile, a bloodthirsty smile curving at the corner of her lips.

"What, Boss Huo, are you afraid?"

Huo Yuan laughed lowly, his chest vibrating.

He suddenly lowered his head and bit down hard on Lin Xingwan's lips.

"Afraid?"

His voice was as raspy as if it had barbs.

"I'm only afraid that not enough people will come, and the killing won't be satisfying enough."

"However, before they come to throw their lives away, shouldn't we resolve another problem first?"