Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 219: As long as she doesn’t pull people’s pants

The six people didn't even have time to process what had happened. One moment, they saw Nanzhi and Lin Weihao standing at a distance, the next, the two figures vanished like phantoms and reappeared right in front of them.

Before they could react, hundreds of fists came crashing down. Their faces, once intact, were beautifully reconstructed with swelling bruises.

"Ahhh!"

"Ahhh!"

Agonized screams echoed through the air.

On the other side of the wall, several people turned their heads toward the commotion.

"Since when did the base start raising pigs?" someone muttered, frowning at the pig-like squeals.

After dealing out the appropriate number of punches, Nanzhi crouched down and began stripping her unfortunate victims of their belongings, rummaging through their pockets like a seasoned bandit.

From the stinky man and the one draped in fur, she unearthed two bags filled with spars. Weighing them in her hands, she estimated at least a hundred or more inside.

When she reached the pockmarked man, she narrowed her eyes.

Nothing in his pockets. Suspicious.

Nanzhi's gaze flickered downward, and a knowing smirk curled on her lips. She yanked up his pant leg and, sure enough, a bundle of spars was stuffed into his socks.

Wrinkling her nose in disgust, she decided against touching them directly. Instead, she waved her hand and collected them into her inventory space with a single thought.

Lin Weihao silently handed over the items he looted from the remaining thugs, his expression as if he was enjoying it.

Nanzhi looked down at her haul and rubbed her chin in contemplation.

"Should I turn this into a side hustle?"

Lin Weihao let out an amused chuckle.

"Do whatever you want," he said indulgently. "Just… don't go around pulling people's pants off."

Nanzhi smiled and rubbed her nose cheekily. Do I look like a pervert?

Back at the Slums

The Iron Gale Squad finally returned to their temporary residence.

Inside their makeshift home, Dai Yun was busy preparing a meal. A pot of instant noodles simmered over the mud stove, slices of ham floating in the broth, enhanced with sprinkles of dried mushrooms. The rich aroma filled the room, causing their stomachs to rumble in anticipation.

"Ahhh… I can't wait any longer!" Dai Yun grabbed a spoon and took a quick sip of the soup.

Hot! But delicious!

"This… this is what real food tastes like!" he exclaimed with shining eyes. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

Wang Bo, a broad-shouldered man with a thick beard and kind eyes, took a noisy slurp of the broth. His expression was one of pure ecstasy.

"I never thought instant noodles could taste so good," he sighed. "It's so delicious I feel like crying!"

Dai Yun and the others turned to him with concern.

"Brother Wang, are you sure you're really fine now? It doesn't hurt anymore?"

This afternoon, Wang Bo had been so weak he couldn't even sit up. His injuries had left him bedridden, and they feared the worst. But after applying the medicine paste Nanzhi had sold them, he recovered at an alarming rate.

Now, apart from the bandages still wrapped around his limbs, he looked no different from a healthy man.

"It doesn't hurt at all," Wang Bo confirmed, stretching his arm. "In fact, after eating this soup, I feel even more refreshed!"

Liu Ming, who had been skeptical about the medicine at first, sat in deep thought.

'This is hemostatic paste to prevent bleeding, and the herbs in this packet are for antiseptic paste, which contains disinfectant to clean wounds. The instructions are written inside on how to prepare them. You can also apply a small amount of antiseptic paste on the dressing to prevent infection and promote healing.'

Nanzhi's words replayed in Liu Ming's mind.

At first, he had doubts. He had encountered self-proclaimed doctors selling fake remedies passing crushed weeds as medicine.

But there was something about the confidence in Nanzhi's eyes that made him hesitate to question her.

And now, seeing the results with his own eyes, he had to admit…

Elder Meng, who had been invited to share the meal with them, set down his empty bowl.

"The medicine pastes are even better than the ones I used to make in the past," he said, full of admiration. "With them, the chances of wound infections will drop drastically."

He had examined the remaining paste carefully. The quality of the herbs was exceptional, and it was clear that whoever had dried them had done so with great care to maintain their medicinal properties.

He was also interested on how the person managed to cultivate the herbs.

After ensuring there was still some left, Uncle Meng carefully rewrapped it and handed it back to Liu Ming.

"Make sure to clean and apply the antiseptic twice a day," he instructed. "And be careful to keep the wound dry."

Liu Ming nodded solemnly.

"Sir Liu," Uncle Meng continued, his eyes sharp. "Where did you buy this medicine pastes?"

Liu Ming paused. "From a new vendor in the trade market," he answered truthfully. "But by the time we went back, they had already packed up and left."

"Already closed?" Uncle Meng was disappointed.

"They only set up for a short time," Liu Ming explained. "But the people said they might return in three days."

At that moment, the entire Iron Gale Squad silently came to the same realization.

From now on, aside from hunting alien beasts and gathering spars… they had another priority—finding jades.

And it wasn't just them.

Rumors were already spreading and people were also planning on hoarding jades as soon as the sun rises.

Meanwhile, at the Longmen Base Leader's Residence

Inside a luxurious room, Lu Chenyu sat in his chair, his expression dark and brooding. His gaze swept over the swollen, bruised faces of his subordinates.

He wasn't particularly concerned about them being beaten to a pulp.

But losing his spars?

Unforgivable!

Crash!

A teacup flew across the room, smashing against the forehead of the yellow-teeth man. Blood trickled down from the cut, but he dared not make a sound.

"Just two people!" Lu Chenyu's voice was like ice. "And you couldn't even take care of them?! What's the point of keeping useless trash like you around?"

His subordinates immediately prostrated themselves on the floor, their foreheads knocking against the cold surface.

"Boss! Spare us, Boss!" they pleaded.

"We promise to get them back for you!"

Lu Chenyu sneered.

"Spare you?" He leaned forward, his tone mocking. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't throw you into the lake and replace you with someone more competent."

The men trembled violently.

"Three days," he declared coldly. "Find those people. Get my spars back. Or else…"

He didn't need to finish the sentence.

They understood what will happen.