"A bit difficult."
The flyer in his hand was handed out, but talking with a few survivors didn't go too well.
One looked distracted.
Two were hot-tempered. Even if these two really intended to rent a place, he would still carefully observe whether they were suitable or not.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
He would never rent the apartment to bad people or those of poor character.
In the past, this complex was a mess, many fights broke out; even he was bullied by people with bad morals, and he knew very well how terrible it felt to be mistreated.
Therefore, as a broker, he insisted on renting only to trustworthy tenants.
He couldn't control how other brokers managed their buildings, but he was determined to personally assess each tenant.
Unknowingly, he passed by a luxurious complex.
Hang Dat Danh Uyen.
The buildings owned by Hoang Group were many, and usually very tall and quite expensive. Compared to places like Duong Quang Complex, even a one-bedroom unit here cost over ten thousand per square meter. He lived in a two-bedroom, one-living room unit, which had cost several hundred thousand, and even so, it was much cheaper than these places.
Since the apocalypse began, he hadn't visited here. A casual glance now revealed zombies staggering around. These zombies were extremely treacherous; at first glance, they appeared clumsy and slow, as if harmless.
But to underestimate them would come at a devastating price.
In the beginning, Lam Pham thought they might really be harmless. Their staggering and clumsy behavior seemed to beg, "We aren't dangerous, please don't discriminate against us."
But he quickly realized he was wrong.
Once a person learns to fake emotions, even death won't erase that habit.
"Looks like it's time to fight again. I'm just a broker, damn it."
Lam Pham slowly drew Frostmourne. The wicked sword, stained with blood, gleamed fiercely under the sunlight, more menacing than when he first obtained it. Perhaps it had truly become soaked in blood.
Upon spotting Lam Pham, the group of zombies howled and rushed toward him, much faster than before.
A hundred meters in about ten seconds?
Maybe even nine seconds now.
Vroom!
At that moment, the roar of an engine cut through the air. An SUV sped around the corner, tires screeching as it drifted to a stop near Lam Pham, drawing the zombies' attention.
"That was amazing."
Lam Pham stood still, slightly dazed.
A young man poked his head out the SUV window, giving Lâm Phàm a strange look."Bro, hop in! Survive together?"
"Thanks, but no need. I'm working, and I have a place to stay."Lam Pham smiled politely.
The young man gave him another odd look but didn't argue. He slammed the gas pedal and sped away. In this apocalypse, he maintained basic decency — not rushing to save everyone recklessly, but offering help when possible.
After the brief exchange, the young man concluded: This guy must be a little off.
The greatest danger in surviving the apocalypse?
Some would say zombies.
But he believed it was helpless, naïve survivors who endangered everyone by dragging others into unnecessary risks — especially those who lacked strength but insisted on playing the hero.
Another threat: those with "a few screws loose."
After exchanging a few words with Lâm Phàm, the young man didn't dare waste any more time and left.
Lam Pham continued walking, feeling the young man wasn't bad — no crude language, no malicious intent — just someone who quickly assessed the situation and moved on.
Looking back, he saw the swarm of zombies chasing after the SUV.
A few, slower ones turned and lumbered toward him instead, drooling disgusting fluids.
"What a damn nuisance."
He had no choice but to defend himself.
Raising his sword, he swung.
Though the zombies were still more than two meters away, the air itself seemed to ripple violently. As the first zombie lunged at him, its body split cleanly in two, falling to the ground.
Easily dealt with.
Expressionless, Lam Pham resumed his search for clients.
Walking... walking...
Suddenly, he noticed, on a tall building of Hang Đat Danh Uyen, beautiful large letters written outside a window:
SOS
"A distress signal?"
Frowning, Lam Pham glanced at the flyer in his hand.
"In this apocalypse, everyone's situation is tough. Those stuck in bad conditions would definitely want to move somewhere better — and food must be scarce too."
"If I can negotiate with them successfully, I might gain long-term clients and steady income by delivering supplies.""Worth checking out — but if they aren't good people, I'll have to walk away."
Thinking this through, he quickened his pace.
Hang Đat Danh Uyen, Apartment 1705.
In a secluded corner of a room, a young, beautiful girl crouched, her spirit broken by the trials of the apocalypse.
Her name was Nhan Ny Ny, a 19-year-old dance streamer. Her very first dance video had gained over 4 million likes and nearly 700,000 followers.
With her stunning looks and perfect figure, she quickly became a goddess figure to many.
She excelled in traditional, classical, and modern dance alike.
While many people danced, none could match her popularity — not because of skill alone, but because her beauty and physique were simply mesmerizing.
When the apocalypse began, her first reaction was disbelief. She barricaded herself indoors, too terrified to go anywhere.
Fortunately, she had food stocked at home.
Eating very little, she managed to survive for quite a while.
On the third day...
She heard a knock at the door, along with a voice she recognized — her agent, Lieu Hong.
Hearing that her agent was alive, Nhan Ny Ny was overwhelmed with emotion.
Liễu Hồng, a woman in her thirties, had managed her online activities for a long time.
But just as she was about to open the door, Nhan Ny Ny thought of Lieu Binh, her agent's younger brother.
This man, who lived downstairs, was a notorious good-for-nothing, addicted to gambling. She had always noticed his inappropriate gaze whenever he looked at her.
Back then, she hadn't thought much of it. In a peaceful, lawful society, she hadn't been afraid.
But now — in an apocalypse — if he wanted to do something to her?
Her agent might not even stop him.She might even help.
Thus, despite the pleas and coaxing at the door, Nhan Ny Ny refused to open it.
Her beauty and figure, once her greatest assets, had now become her greatest liabilities.
Now, her food was almost gone.
She didn't know how much longer she could last, but even if it meant starving to death, she would never open that door.
Meanwhile, on the sixteenth floor...
"Sis, that bitch still refuses to open the door?"A scrawny young man asked impatiently. His fear of the apocalypse had morphed into desperate agitation.
But thinking of Nhan Ny Ny upstairs, a sinister light flickered in his eyes...
That slut was truly beautiful. He liked swiping videos, and he also liked being on the top of the leaderboard. Usually, spending a few thousand bucks would let him get face time with the streamer. If he dropped ten thousand, he might even get to do something more.
But... the real person was quite different from the videos.
Except, Nhan Ny Ny was different. There wasn't much difference between her in videos and in real life — in fact, her real figure was even better than on screen.
Those legs, that waist, that ass...
Thinking about it, he couldn't hold himself back.
He wanted to smash open her security door — but damn, that security door was built tough as hell.
Lieu Hong looked at her younger brother and felt helpless. It was already the damn apocalypse, and he still wanted to play around. But fine — honestly, no one could resist.
Even she felt a little tempted seeing that slut.
She just hadn't expected that the other woman would be so cautious. Even when she knocked on the door, there was no response.
"I told you from the start not to act so obvious," Lieu Hong said.
Lieu Binh chuckled darkly. "C'mon, it's the apocalypse! Who the hell still cares about that kind of stuff?"
Suddenly—
Lieu Binh's expression changed slightly.
"Sis, stop talking. There's something moving outside."