Chapter Ten: Have I Become the Great Sage of Account Balancing?

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In the apocalypse, at the very beginning, because of the intense heat, people wore as little clothing as possible; many of the beauties even went out in pure innocence. But that didn’t last. When insects grew to the size of a face, scratching the skin became far too easy—there was simply no defense. Therefore, not only did people need to purchase clothes, but these had to be custom-made to fit their individual sizes.

For individuals like Yang Jie, Li Siyao, Sophia, and Sharapova, with their particular figures, it was difficult to find perfectly fitting garments. Although there were plenty of large-sized clothes for the beauties, they were never quite tailored enough. Poor Sharapova might even have to shop in the children’s section.

As for other items like rice and snacks, Yang Jie outright rejected them. Such things would definitely be stockpiled back home. What rice could be better than that from Longguo? Besides, many of the snacks in the Beauties’ Land were excessively sweet, and eating them would send insulin levels into chaos.

At the end of the food category, everyone agreed on one must-have: one hundred barrels of original Pepsi concentrate, plus a dozen commercial soda machines. Beyond hard currency, “happy water” was an absolute hard currency in the apocalypse. Some fanatics were even willing to trade precious resources just to savor the sensation of bubbles bursting on their tongues.

Before going to sleep, Yang Jie instructed Zhao Baitong to deposit fifty million US dollars into each person's account. Apart from the essential purchases, everyone was free to buy whatever they fancied without worrying about saving money for Yang Jie. With so many diverse needs, Yang Jie could only think and buy as things came to mind.

As everyone was excited, Yang Jie wrapped his arms around Li Siyao and Zhao Baitong and headed toward the bedroom.

The next day.

Inside Yang Jie’s fortified armory.

Commissioner Smith stared dumbfounded at the five empty warehouses. His whole being was stunned. His hands trembled slightly as he started dialing phone numbers one after another, and after a dozen calls, sweat drenched his temples. Beside him stood several men in suits and sunglasses, trying to look cool—they were clearly his associates.

“Commissioner, what do we do now?”

“Fuck squid!!!” Smith shouted, startling the big men beside him who momentarily feared something had gone terribly wrong.

Pressing the phone tightly against his head, Smith racked his brain. This armory was under his watch. To imagine his guarded armory had been robbed, and that other armories had also been significantly looted, gave him a pounding headache. He had hoped to cover the losses with future incoming arms shipments, but now, it was impossible to hide.

Wait a moment.

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Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him, as if someone had pressed the pause button inside his mind! His subordinates looked uneasy, worrying their leader might be having a stroke.

Commissioner Smith silently calculated for a long time. Then, he took a deep breath and made a call.

“Hello, esteemed General Wilson. After my preliminary inventory, all materials from Armory No. 6 have been completely stolen. Additionally, Armories 7, 9, and 18 have suffered varying degrees of theft. Precise data will require further accounting.”

If Yang Jie were here, he would surely die of rage. Good grief, was he being used as a scapegoat? After some time, a furious roar erupted from the phone.

“Damn it! Fuck squid, Smith! Do you know whose stuff this is? They belong to those damned financial overlords. If you don’t explain this, both you and I might as well go grow cotton!”

Although Smith was a Black man, his face at this moment was darker than any true black complexion. Who could prove anything? The surveillance footage had obviously been tampered with—there was no evidence.

But it didn’t matter. Wilson was probably just trying to scare him. No one dared to speak openly about military-grade stolen arms—they were things that must remain in the shadows.

At that moment, the image of Yang Jie’s infuriating face flashed through Smith’s mind. He shook his head vigorously. This matter probably had nothing to do with Yang Jie. The Longguo people were masters of timing and judgment. Anyone with a shred of common sense wouldn’t do something so foolish. The consequences would be their entire family disappearing from the world.

Yang Jie was smart; he would never do such a stupid thing.

Just then, one of Smith’s men hurried over.

“Commissioner Smith, someone found items left behind by that group outside!”

“What? Damn it, why are you waiting around to watch? Go! Go! Go!”

Smith scolded his men and then sprinted furiously outside.

Sure enough, a few kilometers from the armory, they found several crates. When pried open, inside were drones—dozens of them.

Smith’s expression instantly darkened. They had come prepared, but something was off. If these were professionals, they would have taken all these items.

When he saw the Longguo script, Smith’s heart skipped a beat. He grabbed his phone and dialed.

Yang Jie, shopping in a Costco, answered immediately.

“Commissioner Smith, what’s the matter?”

“The armory. Aren’t you going to explain this to me?”

Yang Jie smirked, feigning surprise. “Good heavens, what armory? You mean that shipment last time? I didn’t skimp on your PR fees, not a single cent!”

Hearing Yang Jie’s casual tone, Smith’s defenses collapsed instantly.

“Damn yellow monkey, don’t think you can run wild in Beauties’ Land just because the Medici family backs you. This isn’t Longguo!”

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Hearing the slur “yellow monkey,” Yang Jie’s eyes narrowed immediately.

At that moment, a voice came from the phone’s background.

“Hey, get a few people to carry those drone crates back!”

Yang Jie was stunned. Confused, he asked, “Where are you now? I’ll come find you.”

“Yang, fuck squid, you just wait to be held accountable. You must be involved in the armory theft.”

Smith’s tone suddenly softened.

“But only I know your connection to this. If you find those stolen arms and hand them over, then I…”

Before Smith could finish, Yang Jie interrupted.

“Smith, you know I’ve always wanted to give you a gift!”

Smith was taken aback. Did Yang Jie not care at all about being called a yellow monkey? Sure enough, Longguo people were weak!

His tone immediately hardened again.

“A gift? I don’t want anything ordinary!”

Yang Jie grinned. “Fried chicken, watermelon, and oh, a cotton-padded coat!”

Smith...

To Smith, these three gifts were like three sharp knives stabbing his heart, turning his already dark skin into a matte black.

Before Smith could speak, Yang Jie hung up and opened an app. A screen appeared before him, showing several soldiers and an enraged Smith.

While Smith was still cursing, the soldiers lifted the crates. Suddenly, one soldier noticed a steel wire beneath the crate.

“Hey, why is there a steel wire here?”

Smith, who had been fuming, froze. Then his eyes bulged, bloodshot. His thick lips opened wide as he shouted with the primal fury of his ancestors hunting.

“Nooo!!!”

Unfortunately, the soldiers’ momentum didn’t stop, and the wire snapped instantly.