Volume One, Chapter Six: Unlocking New Supplies—Please, Let Me Stay!
Before Zhang Xueqi could finish speaking, Lin Feng pulled a folding knife from his pocket, the blade gleaming coldly.
“What’s wrong with hitting you? Turn around!”
Zhang Xueqi immediately panicked, her voice trembling.
“W-what do you want to do? Please don’t do anything rash.”
“I’m saying this for the last time—turn around!”
Lin Feng shook the knife in his hand, his gaze sharp and fierce.
Zhang Xueqi dared not resist. With trembling limbs, she turned to face the wall, her voice choked with tears.
“Please... please don’t hurt me!”
Lin Feng ignored her pleas, pressing the tip of the blade against her fair, swan-like neck.
The icy touch sent shivers through her entire body.
“Raise your hands!”
Terrified, Zhang Xueqi’s legs went weak, and her empty stomach left her no strength to lift her hands.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, tears streaming down in large drops.
“No, please don’t kill me... You can do whatever you want, sob sob...”
Lin Feng paid no heed to her foolish cries.
He began to carefully search through Zhang Xueqi’s hair.
Even though she was a woman, he could not afford to lower his guard.
Lin Feng was conducting a body search, making sure she hadn’t hidden any weapons like blades in her hair.
Finding none there, he next pried open her mouth for a thorough inspection.
Zhang Xueqi was forced to tilt her head back, yet dared not resist.
She only sobbed softly, allowing Lin Feng to do as he pleased.
Tears traced down her cheeks, her face full of suppressed grievance and humiliation.
Yet Lin Feng would not soften because of a beautiful woman’s tears.
This was the end of the world—who knew if she might suddenly harbor murderous intent?
He had flaunted so much food in the neighborhood group chat; it was only natural that someone with ill intentions would take notice.
Perhaps this woman had deliberately agreed to the trade just to seize the food.
To ensure safety, he had even locked away the kitchen knives in a safe.
After checking inside her mouth and confirming no weapons were hidden, Lin Feng’s large hand continued downward.
No weapons under her arms, nor anywhere along her chest.
His movements were rough and direct, without a trace of tenderness.
Zhang Xueqi bit her lip, holding back any sound.
No weapons—good!
Keep going!
Lin Feng meticulously searched every hollow on her body where a weapon might be concealed.
Only after confirming there was nothing did he finally sheath the folding knife.
At that moment, Zhang Xueqi realized Lin Feng was merely searching her, not intending anything else.
Her expression instantly became complicated—shame mixed with anger.
I’m just a weak woman, is it really necessary to be so cautious and search every inch?
Moreover, a strange man putting his hands inside my clothes—it's utterly filthy and shameless!
Zhang Xueqi cursed silently but dared not speak out.
After all, Lin Feng still held a knife in his hand.
She could only glare at him coldly with icy eyes.
Yet her stern expressionI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.