After sweeping the lingerie store clean, Alex moved to the adjacent Adidas store.
Adidas shoes had always been a dream for Alex.
But from childhood to adulthood, Alex had only managed to buy a pair with his own efforts.
These shoes were nothing special for his rich classmates, but for Alex, they were a luxury he couldn't afford.
But now, things were different.
"Damn it! They're all mine now!" Alex swore, stuffing all the shoes from the shelves into his spatial bag.
Then, after randomly grabbing a few sports outfits, Alex turned his attention to the next target.
Looking at the dazzling display of watches.
Alex smiled.
Vacheron Constantin.
He had once sworn that when he got rich, he would definitely buy such a watch.
To hell with it.
Now I don't have money.
But all these watches are mine!
Alex smashed open the display case and stuffed all the ladies' watches into his spatial bag.
Then he picked out a few watches that he liked for himself.
Next, he entered a jewelry store.
"IDO — it's said that a person can only buy one ring from IDO," Alex recalled the advertising slogan of IDO.
"To hell with buying only one ring."
Alex cursed.
He smashed all the display cases, "Bang! Bang! Bang!"
He swept all the expensive jewelry into his spatial bag.
Next were Chanel and Gucci's luxury stores.
Perfumes worth tens of thousands, bags, and clothes.
Alex stuffed them all into his spatial bag.
Of course, he didn't forget to pick up some essential living supplies as well.
For instance, essentials like lighters, batteries, candles, towels, toothpaste, and toothbrushes,
Alex also packed many into his spatial bag.
"I need to find some medicine!" Alex snapped his fingers, and immediately headed for a pharmacy on the fourth floor.
Common medications for diarrhea and colds were absolutely essential.
Of course, contraceptives were a must.
Now, in the post-apocalyptic world, if the women in his harem were to get pregnant, wouldn't that be asking for trouble?
As for bringing back condoms?
That was out of the question.
Alex didn't like the feeling of a layer of plastic between him and his partner.
Even if they were ultra-thin, ribbed, or dotted.
Alex didn't like them.
He always believed in one thing — skin-to-skin contact was the most authentic experience.
After filling his spatial bag, Alex turned around, satisfied and ready to leave.
Just as he came out of the pharmacy, he was surrounded by several people wielding weapons, wearing helmets, and covered in protective gear.
Some held axes, some kitchen knives, and one even had an M4 rifle.
At first glance, Alex was a bit nervous, but he quickly realized that the rifle was actually a toy air gun.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?"
The woman leading the group, holding an iron rod with a bayonet tied to the top, slowly approached Alex.
The woman, wielding her rod menacingly, asked cautiously.
Because of the helmet, Alex couldn't see the woman's face, but her voice sounded quite pleasant to him.
That's when Alex realized that this exploratory team was entirely composed of women!
Alex had initially planned to just leave, but suddenly he became interested in this shelter, so he smiled and said, "I'm a survivor from the school, seeking refuge here."
After sizing up Alex, the woman said, "You're quite lucky to have escaped from the school and made it here without being eaten. The upper floor is our shelter, and you're welcome to join us."
"Thank you," Alex said, feigning sincerity.
The woman nodded and said, "Follow us up."
After she spoke, a middle-aged woman beside her took out a walkie-talkie and said, "We've found a new survivor."
A man's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Make sure to give him a proper welcome."
Alex felt there was something odd about the man's words, but he didn't pay much attention to it.
He followed the group up an escalator to a metal door, where the woman rhythmically knocked.
The door slowly opened, and the woman led the way in.
Alex glanced around at the environment before following the others inside.
Upon entering, he saw a young man accompanied by several other men approaching.
The leader, a young man holding a well-crafted crossbow and wearing an arrogant smile, said,
"Welcome to the safe zone seven meters above the ground! This is the safest and most affluent gathering place in Jiangcheng City. I am Zhou Zhengyu, the newly elected leader of this gathering place."
Alex felt disdainful inside, but nodded politely, "I'm Alex, a student from Jiangcheng University."
One of Zhou Zhengyu's men, a man with a scarred face, looked at Alex's long-handled knife and sneered, "That's a nice knife you got there. Hand it over and let me have a look!"
As he spoke, the scarred man, clutching his axe, approached Alex threateningly.
Alex gave the scarred man a cold glance, gripping his knife tighter.
If these people dared to harm him, he wouldn't hesitate to slaughter the entire gathering place.
Alex wouldn't tolerate anyone who posed a threat to him by his side.
These survivors had only two choices.
One was to become his servants.
The other was death for all!