Pampered By All In Different Planes

Seeing that she meant business, the crowd panicked and scattered like rats.

"Bang——" The bullet fired by Su Zhiruan landed on the ear of the man who had just been inciting the crowd.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh——" The man erupted in a heart-wrenching howl.

The onlookers halted in their tracks for a moment.

Their gazes all turned to fear and awe.

Su Zhiruan, a plain woman without any protective measures and dressed only in casual clothes, fired her gun swiftly in the night. The bullet pierced through the wire fence and struck the ear of the man who'd been speaking.

Not only were the onlookers shocked, but even the system hidden in Su Zhiruan's mind was dumbfounded.

[Wow, Host, when did you learn such awesome skills? I didn't even know!]

"Before you bound me, I was a spy hired by their families shooting balloons in the park for stuffed toys," Su Zhiruan replied to the system in her mind, adding, "Twenty minutes of work each day, clear them out of toys, could make eighty bucks."

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The system was speechless.

It had thought the Host would claim some high and mighty identity.

The man who had been shot in the ear felt his pride damaged and let out a growl, "You—you bitch—I won't let you off!! Ahhhhhhhhh——"

Then, he charged straight at her, grabbing onto the wire fence in an attempt to shake it.

In the next second, he fell rigidly to the ground, still conscious, but he knew he was as good as dead.

Everyone stared dumbly at Su Zhiruan, and then dumbly at the man who had brought about his own demise.

"Alright, is there anyone else who wishes to rob me of my belongings? Come at me together," Su Zhiruan blew on the barrel of her gun, smiling radiantly, "I know some of you must be thinking that my gun might be out of bullets."

"So, would anyone like to step forward and gamble whether there are bullets in my gun or not?" Su Zhiruan aimed the gun at them, her mouth smiling, but her eyes were entirely cold.

"We were wrong!" Suddenly, someone knelt upright, kowtowing to Su Zhiruan, who swiftly sidestepped, and the person continued to bow down, "Miss Su, a great person doesn't dwell on the past actions of the insignificant. Please spare us, we will mend our ways and never covet your possessions again!"

"Fine, those who share his thoughts, stand up," Su Zhiruan crossed her arms and said coldly, "Those unwilling to stay may leave at once. Once the base is constructed, they are absolutely forbidden to enter and cannot receive any of my supplies. Those willing to stay, kneel behind him."

With the two options Su Zhiruan presented, anyone with a brain knew what to choose.

Instantly, everyone knelt on the ground, begging for Su Zhiruan's forgiveness.

"Miss Su, please forgive us."

"Alright," Su Zhiruan nodded her head and turned her gaze to the man who had incited the crowd and was determined to collide to his death. Raising her gun, under the anxious gaze of the crowd, she fired several more shots into the corpse, hitting the limbs and torso until the skin split and blood gushed, "Take them back and place them at the entrance of the shelter."

The kneeling crowd understood her intention and didn't dare to linger, immediately carrying the bodies down the hill.

These people, greedy for more than they could handle and attempting to rob Su Zhiruan in the dead of night, brought it upon themselves! The dead were laid at the entrance of the shelter under construction, serving as a warning to others.

Furthermore, with the word-of-mouth from the fortunate group that returned, whether it was the initial group who had stayed or the newcomers who arrived later, none dared to act recklessly again.

Su Zhiruan's identity was unknown, and her strength formidable. The crowd speculated endlessly until they reached a consensus, believing that Su Zhiruan was an agent of the state.

They thought she was sent to organize the gathering, distribute supplies, and construct the shelter base.

Once this idea took hold, everyone's confidence surged, feeling that the state hadn't abandoned them and that Su Zhiruan was a good person. If they worked hard, they could survive under the state's care!

Thus, within just a month, construction on the plains hastened, with the scale growing ever larger.

Even in dense fog, most of the people who had been trapped and unable to return home were workers.

They were quite familiar with building houses and working the land, so by the end of the month, as Su Zhiruan looked over the plains' base again, she saw it had begun to take shape.

Although the specific equipment and facilities were not yet ready, the simplest outlines and frameworks had all been installed.