“In the Apocalypse, I Only Make Contracts with Super-Hot Male Gods” - Chapter 11

In fact, apart from Zong Qiong and Jiang Changyi, very few people could quickly realize that the world was no longer the kind of greenhouse that could nurture delicate flowers.

Most people still habitually believed the old-world order existed, still deluded enough to think that with their weakness they could act shamelessly or gain sympathy.

Just like Bai Zhenzhen, who thought Jiang Changyi would fear gossip, that because he was a man and she was a woman, he wouldn’t dare hit her.

But she forgot that besides gender, there’s also the difference between being normal and abnormal. People like her—brainless troublemakers—were the type who’d be getting off easy even if beaten to death.

Others might hesitate, but sorry—Jiang Changyi would never indulge her, nor would he ever make a habit of it.

Bai Zhenzhen felt as though her face were burning in fire, the pain making stars burst before her eyes.

Piercing fury drove her into complete madness, and she screamed shrilly, scratching like a lunatic.

Jiang Changyi had already anticipated her shrieking and clamped her jaw shut, cutting off her voice.

“Ugh…”

Bai Zhenzhen’s tongue was scraped raw; the pain was enough to make her feel like she was dying.

Even so, Jiang Changyi still landed a third slap.

Smack!!!

The crisp, resounding slap echoed loud and clear for everyone to hear.

With Chen Yonglong holding others back, the logistics team didn’t approach, and naturally no one else dared step forward—much less defend Bai Zhenzhen or criticize him for not showing mercy to a woman.

“Thirdly, this is my advice to you.”

“Don’t mess with people you shouldn’t mess with. In the apocalypse, the one thing there’s no shortage of is corpses. If you want to stay alive, learn to act like a decent human being.”

Jiang Changyi released her throat like flinging away a nasty goose that wouldn’t stop pecking at him, dusted his hands off, and went to sit alone in another corner.

Only after he left did the tense atmosphere slowly ease, people beginning to whisper again. But no one thought of comforting Bai Zhenzhen, who was still lying on the ground.

Most didn’t even know the two of them, but since that girl had loudly slandered someone right away, she probably wasn’t a good person either.

And seeing how that boy dared hit her in front of everyone—it was very possible she really had wronged him.

Besides, even Awakened Chen Yonglong and the logistics department stood on his side. Right now, everyone relied on their protection—who would be so blind as to cause trouble for him?

In the end, only the logistics team and a few girls came to help Bai Zhenzhen up after Jiang Changyi left. Though she was soothed, her crying grew more pitiful, and her resentment more venomous.

She blamed Chen Yonglong’s coldness, believing every man in the world should fawn over her, never once questioning why anyone should have to.

She hated Jiang Changyi’s cruelty, thinking that a penniless wretch like him, who even had to sell himself, deserved to be trampled by her—without realizing just how stupid her own moves had been.

Humans, regardless of gender, thrive on self-awareness.

Jiang Changyi knew he wasn’t likable, so he wisely kept his distance from everyone—no trouble given, no trouble asked.

But if someone like Bai Zhenzhen came courting death, then he would never show mercy.

Anyone who mistook him for a pushover would only end up with hands full of thorns—pulling them out would still cost them bl00d, thanks to the barbs.

In short, Jiang Changyi’s face had now become somewhat known. For a while, no one would be stupid enough to mess with him again.

The logistics team moved Bai Zhenzhen to the farthest corner from Jiang Changyi, keeping the two out of sight to avoid more conflict, while also emphasizing discipline to everyone again.

In short: If you don’t want to die, keep your mouths shut.

Most of the gathered survivors were young students who had grown up in the peace and safety of the old era. Having witnessed a bloody killing scene today, the fear rooted in their hearts was enough to keep them obediently quiet.

Jiang Changyi didn’t care about the vacuum of space around him, nor the cold looks from others. In this silence, he finally had the chance to chat with Leo inside the contract space.

“Little guy, what’s your name?”

“Leo~”

“…Besides Leo, can you say anything else?”

“Leo!”

“Sigh…” Jiang Changyi felt a pang of helplessness. “Why did I summon a cub? The sky’s falling… Starting out with this, my gap with Chen Yonglong is way too big…”

“Leo! (I’m way stronger than that big oaf!)”

Jiang Changyi looked doubtful. “You’re still so young—how can you talk so big?”

Leo looked no different from a month-old kitten, and there was no way Jiang Changyi could rest easy letting a kitten fight monsters.

“Leo! Leo! (I’m a legendary spirit! Just a little young for now!)”

Jiang Changyi: “Young? Calling you childish wouldn’t even be wrong.”

“Leo! (Don’t underestimate my potential, you fool!)”

Jiang Changyi: “…Heh.”

Just as he was teasing little Leo, someone slowly approached.

Jiang Changyi opened his eyes warily, only to see that it was Chen Yonglong, wearing his cap backwards.

Because of concerns that the insectoids and zombies were attracted to light, Zong Qiong hadn’t allowed the survivors to turn on the cafeteria lamps. In the darkness, with different clothes and a cap pulled back, Chen Yonglong’s presence went unnoticed by the others.

Seeing Chen Yonglong’s hesitant expression, Jiang Changyi sighed helplessly, moving to a shadowy corner where no one lingered, with Chen Yonglong following silently behind.

“You still came to me? Yes, I really did work as a model at the Black Horse Club. What she said was true.”

Leaning against the wall, arms folded across his chest, Jiang Changyi tilted his head back to look up at the man who stood half a head taller, deliberately putting on a frivolous expression.

Chen Yonglong’s gaze deepened in the darkness, his black eyes locking onto Jiang Changyi’s distant face.

He couldn’t understand why Jiang Changyi suddenly seemed like a different person, treating him so coldly, as though he were deliberately trying to keep him at arm’s length.

That distance made an ache stir in his chest.

“I don’t care whether you worked as a model or not. I only believe what I feel. Even if you did, you must have had your reasons.”

Chen Yonglong took a step forward, lowering his head, his sharp gaze boring into Jiang Changyi’s eyes as though trying to see through them.

“I won’t use your hardships as weapons against you. But if you see me as the same kind of person as that woman, then I’ve got nothing else to say.”

They were so close that Jiang Changyi could see the pores on Chen Yonglong’s skin, could feel the warmth of bl00d coursing through his body.

“…Fine.”

Jiang Changyi put a hand on Chen Yonglong’s shoulder, just about to speak—when suddenly someone came running up the stairs, cutting him off.