Apocalyptic World: Surviving with my husband and my cute little babies-Chapter 167: So I’m not allowed to mock?

Elena was about to ask who was looking for them when a sudden commotion erupted outside the building.

An explosion rang out, followed by the sharp crack of gunfire.

She was taken aback by the chaos and wondered who would have the audacity to attack in such extreme weather.

Ethan quickly went to her side, looking vigilant as they assessed the situation.

But soon, they noticed the residents seemed unusually calm, as if the disturbance outside was nothing more than a trivial matter.

"What’s going on?" Elena asked one of the residents, who was peering out the window.

"Oh, shop owner, no need to panic. It’s just the thugs and our group fighting again," the resident replied casually.

Elena frowned, trying to process the information.

"Fighting? Why?"

"It’s always been like this. The thugs and criminals want to take over this building, but the manager fights back," the resident explained, shrugging as if it were an everyday occurrence.

Elena raised her brows at the notion that such violence had become routine.

"But the explosion today was new. Most of the time, it’s just gunfire or physical fights," another resident chimed in, glancing at the chaos outside.

Elena nodded in understanding, amazed at how the residents seemed unfazed by the turmoil.

She turned back to Ethan, who remained alert and contemplated whether to help.

She quickly relayed what she had learned.

"Let’s wait for a while. Since it’s always been like this, maybe the manager has ways to drive them out," she suggested, her voice steady despite the tension.

"Alright," Ethan replied, his eyes scanning the scene outside, ready to act if necessary.

Suddenly, a resident shouted in panic, seeing a large group of criminals surging near the building entrance.

"Look, there are so many of them! Do you really think the manager can handle this?"

"Oh no, let’s retreat and hide. We might become a burden if they try to take us hostage," another resident urged.

Recalling the last time a group of thugs had entered the building and used the residents as leverage, which made the manager hesitant to confront them.

The sudden change in the situation bewildered Elena, but she stood calmly, assessing it.

Soon after, panic erupted among the non-residents as they scrambled to escape the building.

However, some foolish individuals attempted to grab supplies from the portable shop, which angered Elena.

Determined to assert control, she quickly retrieved a speaker and coldly announced.

"Dare to snatch from us, and you will find out that we are more terrifying than the criminals outside."

The crowd fell silent, their attention shifting to her as they processed her words.

Elena’s fierce demeanor and unwavering gaze struck fear into them, reminding everyone that the Paradise Shop was not to be trifled with.

But soon, the non-residents revealed their true colors.

They stopped pretending, their faces twisting into sinister smiles as they looked at the Paradise Shop personnel.

It became clear that they had been planning this all along.

They knew about the mysterious shop opening in the building and wanted to interrogate them about where they hid their supplies.

Plus, they held a grudge against the manager of this building, making it the perfect opportunity to raid and retaliate at the same time—so they went all out.

"Oh, we’re scared. What can you do to us? There are only five of you—look at us, we’re twenty," one of the criminals smirked, brandishing his improvised weapon, ready to strike.

The others laughed, their eyes glinting with malice as they eyed Elena like easy prey.

Elena didn’t bother to reply; it felt like a waste of breath. Instead, she looked at them as if they were fools.

The criminal, mistaking her silence for fear, laughed even harder.

"Alright, take all the women and kill the old people. Just leave the healthy ones alive; we have use for them," he ordered, his voice dripping with menace as he surveyed the residents’ panicked expressions.

He felt elated by the residents’ helpless looks, laughing as he eyed the beautiful women.

As the criminals began to take over the unit, Elena quickly activated her [Telepathy] skill to communicate with her team.

"Everyone, get inside the Paradise the moment the gunfire starts. The unit is too small for all of us to hide and dodge incoming attacks," she instructed firmly.

"Alright—after we store the products," Lydia replied, and the others nodded in agreement, covertly gathering the supplies displayed on the shelves.

The display goods weren’t much—just enough to signal to customers that they had stock available.

"Wife, what are you going to do?" Ethan asked, concern etched on his face, fearing that Elena might confront the criminals head-on.

"Don’t worry. First, we’ll use tear gas to confuse the criminals," she replied steadily.

This will also help conceal her skills when she uses them later.

"Alright, but be careful. Remember, you’re pregnant; you mustn’t forget that," Ethan cautioned, his worry palpable as he prepared to support her plan.

Soon, they took action and began tossing tear gas around.

Meanwhile, the criminals had finished segregating the old, young, and healthy residents and now turned their attention back to the Paradise Shop.

"Tell us now, where did you hide the supplies?" one of the criminals demanded as he approached Elena, still wary of her.

They had heard stories about the Paradise Shop, which was known for its mysterious people, who were unpredictable in both their actions and ways.

No criminal had ever subdued them. Well, they might be the first ones.

Elena calmly looked at the supposed leader and the criminals behind him. She sneered and said mockingly. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

"Are you deaf, or do you just not understand what I said a while ago? Do I need to repeat it? Alright then—I said you’re an idiot."

"How dare you mock me!" the criminal roared, glaring at Elena with rage.

"Oh, so I’m not allowed to mock you? What do you want me to do then—beg? Who do you think you are?" Elena retorted, stalling for time as she patiently waited for the tear gas to take effect inside the unit.