Kapitel 15: Chapter 15: Collaboration Between Both Parties
"You see," said Jones, noticing the trio's hesitation. "To show our sincerity, we haven't brought any weapons. If you don't believe us, you're welcome to accompany us to the seventeenth floor and see for yourself."
"At this time, he should be eating. Just by standing at the door, seeing the indestructible iron door and smelling the aroma inside, you'll understand."
"Alright!" exclaimed the man with the handgun. "Mr. Jones, you're bold. You should know, Charles is someone who never forgets a grudge and always repays his debts. If you provide us with such important information, Charles will surely not forget your help."
"Of course," Mr. Jones replied, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. His words implied another meaning: if they deceived these men, and anything happened to them, Charles would not spare the people in their building. Hence the mention of 'never forgetting a grudge' and 'clearly distinguishing between friends and foes'.
Mr. Jones knew Charles well and was aware that his words were true. Charles was indeed a man of honor, with a group of loyal followers. Even if they tricked these three men and seized their handgun, they wouldn't stand a chance against Charles. A single handgun, after all, had limited bullets and might not even penetrate his special protective suit.
So, keeping his hands raised, he said, "If you're not convinced, you can take me as a hostage. I have a bit of influence among my neighbors."
"Mr. Jones, stop calling me brother. My name is Samuel."
"Alright then," Jones continued with his hands raised. "Let's go."
"Hmm."
Samuel signaled his companions, who flanked him with their rods, and followed behind Jones, pointing the gun at his head. They all headed towards the seventeenth floor.
Meanwhile, on the seventeenth floor, David was waiting for them. As he expected, Charles's men didn't bring explosives or anything similar for their first attack. From the surveillance footage, he saw that their most dangerous weapon was just a handgun. What was there to fear?
By the time they returned to Charles's base and decided to come back, it would take days. The weather was treacherous, and even with protective suits, they had to be cautious. The roads were difficult to navigate, and they had to watch out for desperate robbers. A round trip would take at least three to four days.
However, David would grow stronger each day. In three to four days, he might even gain another opportunity to upgrade his house. With a level two door and level three walls, he'd be invincible.
So, even knowing that Charles's men had arrived, he wasn't worried. In fact, he was looking forward to the upcoming drama. He had prepared a feast in his now much larger living room to welcome them.
He wondered if he was becoming a bit twisted, enjoying laying out food in front of those starving, though they couldn't see it, at least they could smell it! David liked to dash their hopes just when they were starving and saw a feast of meat and wine in front of them.
Maybe it was because his food had been stolen before, but he relished in taking away others' hopes.
David chuckled coldly. Today's lunch was a bit simpler: an appetizer bread, Australian steak, a mushroom soup, mashed potatoes, Iberian pork loin, and a seafood platter, followed by desserts like Häagen-Dazs and lemon water.
In the context of his sign-in rewards, this meal was only mid to low quality. But to anyone else in the current world, it was the ultimate feast.
David doubted if any top-tier rich or influential people in the old world could even dream of having such a meal, which was only mid-tier for him. Not to mention this mid-tier feast, even the worst reward he received, liquor-filled chocolates, was something they couldn't even taste.
Feeling a sense of superiority, David savored the aroma of the food in front of him. The food from the sign-in might not be the best in taste, but it was certainly of the highest standard.
He took a bite of the Häagen-Dazs, the refreshing taste giving him a jolt. Perhaps no one in this frigid world could imagine someone eating Häagen-Dazs in such cold weather?
Outside, the cold wind howled, and in a world of minus fifty or sixty degrees Celsius, fist-sized hail occasionally fell. Everyone else was shivering, bundled in thick coats, barely preserving their body heat. Meanwhile, David sat in a vest, slightly sweaty from exercise, devouring cold Häagen-Dazs.
"Ah..." He emitted a sound of contentment. At that moment, on his surveillance screen, the group was already making its way up.
Samuel had determined the truth of Jones's words before even reaching the seventeenth floor. Despite the cold affecting his ears, his nose was still sharp. He had smelled the enticing aroma even before reaching the floor.
If it had been a month ago, the smell wouldn't have been so intense. But now, they hadn't tasted such fragrant, steamy food in who knows how long.
Jones swallowed hard, cursing internally. That kid David was enjoying good food again! Did he really have an endless supply?!
"Mr. Jones, you've done a great service," Samuel licked his lips. "It smells so good... If I could have a bite of that hot food, I'd be willing to die for it."
"The problem now is his door," Jones said as they reached the seventeenth floor, pointing at David's door. "That one!"
"Damn, it looks like a solid iron door. We've knocked and knocked, but it won't budge."
"Oh?" Jones curiously touched the door, then tapped it lightly. It emitted a solid, dull sound. "Strange, this door doesn't even have a lock..." he said, somewhat frustrated.
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