Reborn with Nothing but My Farm and Vengeance in the Apocalypse novel Chapter 448

Chapter 448: Chapter 448: Director Xie

Hearing what Clark Summers said, Jay Lowell was tempted. He turned to Saul Archer, asking for his opinion with a look.

But Saul Archer slowly shook his head and said to Clark Summers, "What’s that supposed to mean? Who the hell do you take me for? I’m a legitimate businessman, not some home-invading robber!"

Saul Archer wasn’t an idiot. Seeing the wound on Clark Summers’s head, he knew the "grandma’s house" Clark mentioned was no easy target. ’They’d even crack their own grandson’s skull open,’ he thought. ’They’re definitely not the kind of pushovers you can just walk all over.’

Besides, Saul Archer had no intention of getting into home invasion right now. It might be a natural disaster, but society hadn’t completely collapsed. The police were still on the job!

Saul Archer was currently organizing gambling rings. Even if the police caught him, the worst he’d get was a prison sentence of three to ten years. If he was lucky, he’d be released after a period of detention.

But home invasion was different. The maximum penalty for home invasion was death!

Saul Archer could tell the difference between detention and a death sentence.

Not only that, but the returns from gambling and home invasion were completely different.

Saul Archer was running a gambling operation here, and hordes of gamblers were willingly handing over their supplies. Why would he take a desperate risk on a capital offense like home invasion?

Knowing he couldn’t squeeze anything more out of Clark Summers, Saul Archer spat at him and said coldly, "Alright, get lost. I’m feeling generous, so I’ll let you go for now... But don’t you forget, I still have your IOU! We’re not done yet!"

Saul Archer decided that once the snow disaster was over, he’d sell the IOU to a professional debt collection agency. If all went according to plan, Clark Summers would be hounded by debt collectors for the rest of his life...

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Because of what happened with Clark Summers, a heavy mood had settled over the Summers household for the past few days.

This oppressive atmosphere didn’t last long, however. Time slipped by quietly, and in the blink of an eye, it was the last day of 2026.

The impending start of a new year diluted the heavy mood in the Summers’ home.

Even though it was just the Gregorian New Year, everyone was still happy. The snowstorm outside had stopped, and the temperature was no longer dropping. In fact, there were faint signs of it warming up.

Melody Summers knew that if they could just hold out for another two months, the temperature would begin to rise sharply in March. The long-awaited warmth of spring and blooming flowers would return.

To celebrate the New Year, the staff at the Emergency Response Office had dug out some rice and white sugar from the government’s supplies, preparing to cook several large pots of congee to distribute to the homeowners at the shelter.

Melody Summers heard about this. Having nothing better to do, she went over to join in the fun.

Unexpectedly, just as Melody reached the 23rd floor, she witnessed a farce.

In the 23rd-floor hallway, a well-dressed man and woman were dragging two suitcases and arguing with Winnie Summers.

The young woman, dressed in a mink coat and high heels, looked down her nose at Winnie and said, "I refuse to stay in the same room as them! Those people smell like they haven’t bathed in at least a year. The stench is nauseating! We want a private room!"

The man beside her pointed a finger at Winnie and said in a low, firm voice, "You have to arrange a private room for us! We refuse to live with other people!"

Melody frowned at the sight. ’What are these two thinking? A private room? Do they think this shelter is a hotel suite?’

Hearing their demands, Winnie shook her head and replied, "Space in the shelter is extremely tight right now. It’s impossible to make special arrangements. It was already difficult enough to find two spots for you."

The woman in the mink coat grew angry. She stomped her foot and said to Winnie, "What do you mean it’s impossible? I think you’re doing this on purpose. Are you jealous that we have money, so you’re targeting us?"

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