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After I Fully Prepared for the Apocalypse, the Ungrateful Cried with Regret novel Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 147: Transformation

"What did you say?"

Shiloh thought he must have misheard.

"I said, you should make sure your eyes are working before you leave the house.

We found this place first."

She hated being greeted with bullets.

"Do you have any idea what you’re saying?

You dare to steal our supplies?"

It was the first time Shiloh had ever met someone who dared to speak to him like that.

She was even pointing the tip of her knife at him.

"What a coincidence. It’s you again."

Phoebe Vance stepped down from the vehicle.

They had to admit, the two people before them were a shock.

’Could they really have been the ones who took care of all these zombies?’

"We discovered this pharmacy yesterday,"

"but had to put it aside for some reason."

"So, we’ll have to ask you to step aside,"

Phoebe Vance said.

But no matter how capable they were, there were only two of them.

"I really have to admire you, miss,"

"to be able to maintain such a thick skin."

"If you’re going to say that, then I might as well say I discovered all the supplies on these few streets first."

"So why don’t you all take a detour?"

Nina Jacobs scoffed, amused by their audacity.

It was just a pharmacy. Not really a big deal.

But she refused to indulge these people.

"You..."

Phoebe Vance had never been spoken to like that before.

’She actually called me shameless?’

"The zombies here... did you two kill them all?"

Finn Hart stepped out of the vehicle.

Phoebe Vance was a little surprised. After all, unless it was a special situation, the mysophobic Finn Hart was never willing to get out of the vehicle.

"Looks like someone here has eyes after all,"

Nina Jacobs replied.

"Are you interested in joining us?

We’ll guarantee you food and shelter."

Finn Hart asked after a moment of silence.

Such powerful, lone Superpower Users were a rare and valuable find.

They had lost quite a few people in the last few days.

"Not interested."

Nina Jacobs refused without hesitation.

"Why?"

Finn Hart didn’t understand.

’I’m already willing to overlook how filthy they are.’

"I’m not interested in people who think it’s their right to take things from others."

Nina Jacobs was getting impatient.

"You’re Fire Element, he’s Strength Element."

"If you’re looking for medicine, you’re welcome to take some."

"You won’t be able to carry the rest anyway."

Finn Hart felt he was already being generous enough.

But Nina Jacobs didn’t seem to appreciate it.

"Originally, I was just looking for one type of medicine."

"But now, I plan to load it all up and take it with me."

"This little brat has a real sharp tongue."

"How about I fight them?"

"Winner takes all."

Jordan Vaughn also stepped forward and said.

"Fine by me."

"One round to decide it."

"The loser voluntarily gives up this pharmacy."

Nina Jacobs said immediately upon hearing him.

"Don’t speak too soon."

"If you lose, don’t even think about taking a single pill."

Finn Hart simply thought the woman before him was overestimating herself.

As fellow Fire Element Superpower Users, no one was stronger than Jordan Vaughn.

Jordan Vaughn had originally intended to take them both on.

However, Nina Jacobs seemed to only intend to fight him one-on-one.

"It’s not too late to give up the pharmacy now."

"Ordinary people shouldn’t even think about claiming supplies."

"It’s just a waste if you take them."

Jordan Vaughn’s words were just as harsh.

Nina Jacobs didn’t respond further, simply telling Wayne Warner to stand aside and wait.

"She’s so ungrateful."

"Why make Vaughn waste his Superpower on her?"

Shiloh grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"That may be true,"

"but some people just need to be taught a lesson."

Jane Dixon, inside the car, snorted coldly.

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