Ice Age Apocalypse: I Hoard Billions of Supplies

Su Nuanxi was completely broken by Yamada Masami's methods.

Li Zongyu shook his head helplessly.

Back on the island, he had noticed Yamada Masami making inappropriate advances toward many women in their group.

However, being just a fifty or sixty-year-old man, he lacked the courage to actually do anything.

So he could only secretly use despicable means to satisfy his perverted desires.

Zhou Ke'er covered her mouth, feeling nauseated as she glared at the old pervert from Neon with utter disgust.

Zhang Yi, however, remained unfazed.

When people are starving, they'll eat anything.

When pushed to the brink, concepts of morality and shame vanish completely—humanity's darkest instincts emerge, becoming more depraved and terrifying than beasts.

Zhang Yi signaled two crew members to take action.

The two immediately hauled the limp Yamada Masami toward the railing.

This time, no matter how pitifully Yamada begged, weeping and soiling himself, not a shred of sympathy remained for him.

Among the Rockflow Group, Bai Mo and others watching the scene were deeply shaken.

Bai Mo's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling violently.

Through Yamada Masami, he seemed to see himself being thrown into the sea, frozen into a block of ice—a horrifying fate.

Overcome by terror, he actually fainted on the spot.

"No! Please! Spare me!"

Yamada Masami's pleas fell on deaf ears as he was thrown from dozens of meters high.

A single scream echoed, followed by the faintest splash.

The old pervert thrashed in the water for mere seconds before the subzero temperatures froze him solid.

Che Haicheng rushed to the ship's edge, loudly cursing Yamada Masami.

"That scum deserved to die! Long live Mr. Zhang! You're an agent of justice—thank you for exposing this filthy rat among us!"

"I, Che Haicheng, swear absolute obedience to your every command!"

Che Haicheng shamelessly groveled before Zhang Yi—literally.

He knelt and attempted to kiss Zhang Yi's shoes.

Zhang Yi frowned and stepped back.

"My shoes are expensive. What do you think you're doing?"

"My deepest apologies! I shouldn't have defiled your precious shoes with my filthy mouth!"

Che Haicheng kowtowed fervently.

Everyone could see his terror—he was desperately begging for mercy, trying to avoid becoming the next Yamada Masami.

After all, Che Haicheng's own crimes in New Rohan were dozens of times worse than a mere merchant like Yamada.

Zhang Yi despised such people.

Yet he couldn't deny their occasional usefulness.

Smiling slightly, he looked down, his gaze sweeping across everyone on deck.

The passengers shivered as if blades were scraping their skin.

"Prove your loyalty through actions. Tell me—are there other pieces of trash aboard this ship?"

"Especially Neon people. Find them all for me!"

Che Haicheng's expression turned vicious.

"I know two more Neon people!"

He scrambled up and charged into the crowd.

A woman and young man immediately tried fleeing in panic.

Che Haicheng grabbed the woman and presented her triumphantly.

"This was Yamada's ex-wife! Another worthless piece of trash!"

The woman pleaded: "We divorced three years ago! I'm just an immigrant—I have nothing to do with him anymore!"

Meanwhile, crew members apprehended the young man and brought him before Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi glanced at the woman but focused on the trembling youth.

"Name?"

The young man stuttered his reply—his thick Neon accent confirming Zhang Yi's suspicion. The youth had never spoken in Zhang Yi's presence before.

"I'm innocent! I've never harmed anyone from Huaxu! This has nothing to do with me!"

Zhu Yunque rushed forward.

"Zhang Yi, enough!"

"'Enough,' you say?"

Zhang Yi's piercing stare made Zhu Yunque falter, leaving her momentarily speechless.

Zhang Yi laughed.

Old Tian approached, silently asking if they should beat the captives first.

But Zhang Yi said: "Relax, I'm not some demon."

He addressed the pair calmly: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm not some unreasonable executioner."

They sighed in relief, profusely thanking him.

Zhang Yi continued: "However, while I won't kill you, I have no obligation to save you either. The thought of this ship rescuing two Neon lives makes me deeply uncomfortable."

"Unfortunately, I'm too softhearted to harm ordinary people."

He pointed at them.

"Therefore, I'll give you a lifeboat. Leave this ship immediately."

"With luck, ocean currents might carry you to land in about six months."

Their hopeful expressions shattered.

This was no different from a death sentence!

Survival at sea was impossible—even reaching land wouldn't save them.

Leaving Golden Edge meant certain doom!

They begged desperately while other passengers found Zhang Yi's actions absurd.

Xie Yunfan muttered: "Stop pretending to be merciful. This is just killing them with extra steps."

Others shared similar thoughts, viewing Zhang Yi as hypocritical.

Zhu Yunque voiced it outright:

"You're still sending them to their deaths!"

Zhang Yi nodded: "Obviously. What did you expect?"

"You—"

Zhu Yunque and the others were utterly speechless.

Zhang Yi said: "Why must actions always have meaning? Maybe I just want to amuse myself."

Zhang Yi had never needed to explain his decisions to anyone.

He wouldn't kill these two personally because he avoided harming those who hadn't provoked him.

But saving them? Never.

Let fate decide—simple as that.

Their survival meant nothing to him. He wasn't their father!

"They should thank me. Drifting offers a one-in-a-billion chance of survival. If they refuse to leave, then I really will take action."

Che Haicheng's ecstatic voice rang out nearby:

"Long live Mr. Zhang! Your mercy toward these Neon people proves you're a saint—no, a god among men!"

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