In the face of Sadie's insincere invitation, Angela remained unmoved. She gave her a firm push, easily sending Sadie sprawling two or three meters away, crashing into the wall. "Get lost. If I were a man, you'd be dead."
Even after selling herself, she still had such abundant energy. She was like a succubus, stealing the vitality of men. She was shameless to the bone.
By the time the people in the 1202 heard Sadie's cries, Angela had already retreated upstairs.
Back on her floor, Angela vented to Stella, "Just hearing her cutesy voice gives me goosebumps. That woman's nothing more than a poisonous snake, always stirring up men to do her dirty work. I roughed her up a bit, and if she dares to step out and mess with us, we'll take the opportunity to get rid of her, otherwise, she'll cause trouble sooner or later."
Stella agreed, "We've got to come up with a plan."
Too bad Sadie's gotten smarter, hiding behind men and not easily exposing herself. Stella had no intention of killing Sadie; she preferred to see Sadie suffer more. But if Sadie remained stubborn and refused to back down, Stella wouldn't hesitate to take severe action. After all, she wasn't so soft-hearted.
Not long after, Mikey helped Katie upstairs. Without hiding anything, Stella asked him directly, "Can you make a fish trap?"
Mikey was taken aback, adjusted his glasses and pondered for a few minutes, "I should be able to make one, but I don't have enough materials."
He was a physics fanatic, his room packed with all sorts of components. Some had been purchased, others scavenged from junkyards. He had won a domestic innovation award and excelled in the national physics competition. He was a true prodigy.
Stella asked, "Can you find the materials?"
"There should be some in the lab,. I just have to modify them a bit."
The materials room was on the eighth floor, and it probably hadn't been flooded yet, but Mikey wasn't sure whether it had been ransacked or not.
The lab was not too far away, approximately 10 kilometers if they took a shortcut. Stella inquired with her eyes, silently asking Jasper if they should take on this task.
Jasper thought for a moment and then said to Mikey, “I can take you there.”
Mikey, though nerdy, was not stupid. He knew that if the people from the 18th floor were willing to use their petrol to send him to fetch materials for a fish trap late at night, it was definitely not just for catching a few fish.
Their resources were dwindling, so he had to make a negotiation, “If I can make the fish trap, can I get a share?”
His request wasn't unreasonable, Stella would have done the same in his shoes. “The water's deep. Are you sure your fish trap can catch fish?”
“As long as there are fish, I can catch them.” It was simply a matter of adjusting the ultrasonic frequency. That was easy.
For the sake of fish, Stella agreed, "Alright, but this has to be kept a secret."
After all they had been through, the Moore family had to be cautious about what they said and did.
“How long will it take to make?”
The construction of the fish trap wasn't complicated for Mikey. He had worked on a similar project in high school. “As long as I have all the materials, I can make it tonight.”
The sooner, the better. Jasper went back to his apartment to get the inflatable boat.
The Moore family didn't belong to the 18th floor. Stella didn't want the rest of the building to know their little co-operation. To avoid unnecessary trouble, she sent Katie and Mikey downstairs first.
Stella insisted on going along, to which Jasper had no objections.
She gave instructions to Lukas and Angela, to cut the fish into pieces and marinate them with salt. When she returned, she would coat them in flour and fry them. They could be kept for a few days without going bad.
They had to skin and gut the rabbit, and store it in the car's refrigerator to eat later.
Stella quietly descended the stairs, and Mikey was already waiting on the sixth floor, carrying a bulky inflatable boat.
The people from 1202 were busy comforting the "injured" Sadie and didn't notice the movement from their neighboring occupants.
They quietly rowed out of the residential area, starting the engine, and headed towards the research and development company in the darkness.
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