My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Ray bought a Mercedes G–Class.

It wasn’t cheap–over 200 thousand dollars–but that wasn’t the real expense. He hired specialists to modify it, spending another half a million.

The windows had to be replaced with bulletproof glass, and the tires had to be swapped out as well. In short, the vehicle needed to withstand hailstone impacts, because Ray planned to go out during the early stage of the apocalypse.

It would be dangerous, but he was still planning on going out for energy.

Gasoline and diesel weren’t things you could buy in large quantities just by throwing money around anymore. That was why Ray could only wait until after the apocalypse to pick them up for free. Because of that, the car’s durability and sealing performance were critically important.

That kind of modification couldn’t be finished overnight. It would take at least another month before he could take delivery of the car.

In any case, it would definitely be ready before the apocalypse began.

Ray returned to the residential complex and walked to the elevators.

There was a man waiting there, around thirty years old. He was actually quite handsome, but clearly poorly put together unkempt beard stubble, buttons fastened wrong, reeking of alcohol, and heavy dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep.

He glanced at Ray, a flash of envy passing through his eyes. Then he lifted his chin slightly, as if deliberately trying to make Ray notice him.

Ray couldn’t be bothered to respond to a stranger.

Soon, the elevator arrived. They stepped in one after the other and pressed their floors. Ray noticed the man had pressed the 17th floor.

Huh. The same floor as the glamorous married woman, Honey Machken.

Each floor had four units, and unless the elevator was already going up, people usually preferred to wait rather than walk around to use the opposite elevator.

Could this guy be Honey’s husband?

Tsk. What luck.

But just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand shot in between them, stopping them from shutting.

The doors slid back open.

Four men walked in. Every inch of visible skin was covered in tattoos. One of them wore a stud earring and practically had the words “I’m a thug” etched on his face.

The moment he saw them, the alcoholic man clearly showed fear and instinctively stepped back. But the elevator was tiny, and his back immediately hit the wall.

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The man with the ear stud reached out and canceled both of the selected floors, then stood at the entrance, blocking the doors from closing.

“When are you going to repay our money?” A potbellied man stepped in front of the alcoholic man, his voice vicious. It was obvious he was the leader of the four.

The alcoholic man had looked arrogant when glaring at Ray earlier, but in front of the potbellied man, he looked like a chick meeting a hawk, trembling uncontrollably. “K–Keanu, give me two more days. I swear I’ll pay you back.”

“Two more days?” The potbellied man, Keanu, patted his face hard enough to make it ring. “How many times have I already given you more time?”

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