And with that, the cars set off.

Seeing Eliana Golding leave just like that, who would dare to stay?

Men and women came pouring out of the neighboring houses one after another.

Some of the men hadn’t even finished pulling up their pants.

"I heard there are Zombie Rats. Is that true?"

Fifth Mr. Stone asked, hastily fastening his belt.

"It’s true, it’s true! Ms. Golding saw them herself!" shouted a man who was scrambling to move a pile of supplies.

Watching the camp’s vehicles drive away one after another, Fifth Mr. Stone couldn’t sit still any longer.

"Stone, take me with you, won’t you?" a woman cooed, linking her arm with his.

Remembering the woman’s tenderness from the night before, Fifth Mr. Stone grit his teeth. "Get in! Let’s go!"

"Looks like there are still a few people in there," the driver pointed to a courtyard and said, after a few more men and women had piled in.

"They’re the disobedient ones. Just leave them," a junior manager in the passenger seat urged.

In just over half an hour, the alleyways fell silent again.

Nina Jacobs emerged from a house, closing the courtyard gate from the inside.

She hadn’t expected her old family home would be occupied after all.

But thankfully, it seemed only Eliana Golding and her bodyguards had been staying here.

The house hadn’t been trashed too badly.

Still, the scent of a stranger’s perfume inside the house inexplicably angered her.

’With Zombie Rats on the loose, they probably won’t dare to come back.’

Nina Jacobs moved through the courtyard and the house, creating marks that looked like they were made by gnawing Zombie Rats.

Then she went upstairs and, with a flick of her hand, stored the solar panel array in her storage space.

Just before she was about to leave, Nina Jacobs noticed a message sent back by the Little Zombie Rat.

The camp’s main building was completely empty.

However, there seemed to be a few living people in one of the alleyway houses.

They sounded like they were imprisoned there, and she could hear both male and female voices.

Nina Jacobs hesitated for a moment before putting on a mask and walking over.

"Is... is someone out there?"

Nina Jacobs heard someone call out cautiously from inside.

They were probably afraid she was a zombie.

When the figure outside didn’t move, Shirley mustered her courage and said:

"We were all tricked into coming here to work off debts. We’re just ordinary people with no Superpowers. Can you save us?"

"Yeah, Ms. Golding has already killed so many people! Please, save us! We’ll do anything you ask!"

Everyone inside began to plead.

The person outside seemed to have no intention of rescuing them after hearing their pleas.

Just as they were sinking into despair, they saw the person write a single word on the windowpane.

Wait.

It wasn’t that she was worried about exposing herself; Nina Jacobs just believed there was a better way to rescue these people.

In hopes of being saved,

Shirley and the others stopped shouting and waited patiently and quietly.

An hour later, a noise finally came from outside the door.

"Go in and search. Don’t miss a single room," Patrick Phelps ordered.

They happened to be passing through the area when a few people stopped them, claiming there were survivors being held captive here.

So, they had come to investigate.

He hadn’t believed it at first, but after entering the alleys, he realized there was more to this place than met the eye.

It looked like someone had set up a base here.

"Captain Phelps! There really are people here!" a rescue team member shouted.

Patrick Phelps followed him inside and was shocked to find more than a dozen young men and women tied up.

Seeing that their rescuers were an official team, Shirley and the others finally realized they were truly saved.

Not only that, but Patrick Phelps also found two living people who had been drugged in a nearby old community center.

"Looks like we need to report this place as soon as possible," Patrick Phelps said with a frown, surveying the chaotic scene.

Meanwhile, Claire Warner had driven to an abandoned, empty warehouse.

This was their appointed meeting place.

Fern Spencer was standing in the hallway smoking, her face stained with blood.

Seeing Claire Warner approach, she smiled. "If you hadn’t shown up soon, I was going to come looking for you. That guy has already been out to ask about you several times."

"Did you take care of your business?" Nina Jacobs asked.

Judging by the look of relief on her face, it was clear she had avenged Sharon Thorne.

"It’s done, but it won’t bring Thorne back." Fern Spencer looked up. She had killed those people in the same way they had killed him.

But it brought her no joy.

"The rescue team just went there and saved more than a dozen people. I heard they were being used to work off debts."

Nina Jacobs had given a case of instant noodles to a few survivors to get them to flag down Patrick Phelps’s team.

With witnesses and physical evidence, the base would definitely conduct a thorough investigation of the camp.

"You’re really something. Looks like I overestimated them."

Fern Spencer had thought everyone there was a volunteer; she never imagined some were there against their will.

Just then, Caleb Carter came out, having heard the noise outside.

He was holding several long metal needles. Noticing Claire Warner looking at them, Caleb Carter put them away with a wave of his hand.

"Did you get anything out of her?" Nina Jacobs asked.

She hadn’t expected that just having a Little Zombie Rat scurry in front of Ms. Golding would have such a dramatic effect.

It even scared off everyone in the entire camp.

And the driver of the car Ms. Golding got into was none other than Caleb Carter in disguise.

She had thought getting a Space Superpower User to willingly give up her things would be difficult.

After all, supplies were life.

But to her surprise, Caleb Carter said it was already over.

’Looks like she didn’t have anything good.’

Nina Jacobs hadn’t held out much hope to begin with. Since Caleb Carter finished so quickly, she figured Ms. Golding probably didn’t have much in her space.

However, Caleb Carter just grinned and led the two of them inside without a word.

When Fern Spencer saw the scene before them, she was too stunned to speak.

In the center of the warehouse was a massive pile of supplies!

To the side, Ms. Golding lay with a cloth over her eyes, apparently unconscious.

Nina Jacobs could faintly see a few silver needles still stuck in her face.

"Your personal vault."

Caleb Carter knocked on a safe on the floor that was about half a person tall.

He possessed a Gold Element Superpower, so after he used it to open the safe, they saw it was indeed filled with Gold Coins, Gold Bars, gold foil, and gold jewelry.

Still wearing Claire Warner’s face, Nina Jacobs directly stored the entire safe.

[Congratulations, Host! You have successfully collected 834 lbs of Gold, triggering the "Doomsday Gold Digger" title and earning 3 Level 3 storage slots!]

Besides the safe, there was also a wooden chest the size of a large suitcase.

Inside were some firearms and ammunition.

Seeing that Claire Warner only glanced at it with no intention of taking it, Caleb Carter felt relieved.

"What method did you use to scare them all out?" he couldn’t help but ask.

First, Claire Warner had Fern Spencer and her team rush out with the people they had captured from Elder Stone’s group, deliberately drawing everyone’s attention.

This move also prompted Graham Sterling to take most of his people and give chase.

He, in turn, disguised himself as the driver.

When he heard Ms. Golding wanted to return to the base, he immediately drove up to meet her. He never expected Ms. Golding would get in the car without even a second glance.

And all of this had been part of Claire Warner’s plan.

"I thought it would take more effort. I didn’t expect that just tossing out the corpse of a Zombie Rat would scare them so badly," Nina Jacobs said, half-truthfully.

"I see. So, what about her?" Caleb Carter asked, pointing at Ms. Golding on the floor, whose mouth was twisted and eyes were askew.

He had only used a bit of his Acupuncture Skill, and the pain had made Ms. Golding empty out all the supplies from her space.