Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost-Chapter 643: This is Called Negotiating with a Tiger for its Skin_1

After acquiring his Spatial Ability, Meng Wuji quickly dealt with the two corpses, including their blood, absorbing everything into a nameless space. Afterwards, he went to sleep peacefully.

Until the next day, no one at the inn discovered anything unusual.

The two men had obviously snuck into the inn; they hadn't walked in openly. The inn was closed for the night, which allowed them to sneak in unnoticed.

「The next day.」

He promptly left the inn.

He didn't worry about the corpses; he could release them when the timing was appropriate.

There's no sign of decay; has time been paused in this space? Meng Wuji astutely noticed that the two corpses were in the same condition as when he first put them into the space.

He was rather in the dark about his newfound Spatial Ability. After all, he had not been an Evolver in his previous life and did not have much information. Most of the intelligence he had came from broadcasts.

Anything that could be openly discussed was certainly not a secret.

"Hey, you! Hold it!"

Meng Wuji, who had intended to go into a store to buy a phone card, was called to a halt by a muscular man. The similarities between the man's facial features and those of the two corpses in his spatial compartment were striking.

The bodies in the space were most likely father and son, and this young man was probably their younger brother.

"What's the matter?" Meng Wuji asked calmly, but a wave of murderous intent swelled within him.

"Kid, where's my dad and brother? They didn't come back last night," the man asked menacingly, gripping Meng Wuji's collar.

"I'm not your dad or your brother. How would I know they didn't come back last night?" Meng Wuji replied, reaching out and squeezing the man's wrist. The intense pain instantly made the man loosen his grip.

"I was staying at the Pleasant Inn all night; the inn owner can vouch for me. If you believe I'm involved, you can report it to the police," Meng Wuji responded with a cold smirk.

He knew the man wouldn't dare to report it. How would he explain that his dad and brother had attempted robbery and murder, only to never return?

As for checking with the inn owner, that was even more preposterous. They couldn't have openly strolled in to commit robbery and murder; they must have snuck in by climbing a wall after everyone was asleep.

No matter what, the man wouldn't be able to rationalize his claims.

"You...you... you must have done this!" the muscular man accused, disregarding the pain in his wrist. It was clear: Meng Wuji was unharmed, and his family members hadn't returned. The implication was obvious.

Meng Wuji was the culprit.

He just couldn't find the bodies for now, so there was nothing he could do.

"Do you have any evidence?" Meng Wuji looked down at the man scornfully. He was no longer the meek person from the past but a changed man, one who had survived three years in a zombie apocalypse only to die from betrayal.

He knew well that good people don't live long, so this time around, he didn't plan on being a good person.

"If you've got evidence, file a police report. If not, stop pestering me, or I won't hesitate to give you a beating." Meng Wuji exuded a murderous aura.

This frightened the man, who scrambled away, terrified that Meng Wuji wouldn't just beat him but might cripple him.

"Damn bastard, this isn't over!" the burly man snarled as he fled, his eyes filled with venomous resentment. Not only had Meng Wuji killed his father and brother, but he had also humiliated him so thoroughly in public.

You think I don't have backup? I'm a member of the Black Dragon Gang! A rich brat like you deserves to be beaten to death!

The burly man and his family were gang members. As for why their gang was so audaciously named the Black Dragon Gang, it was because the name was as common as "Fluffy" or "Spot" for pets. Throughout Xing Country, there were probably eight hundred, if not a thousand, gangs of various sizes called the Black Dragon Gang.

Some gangs might only have a dozen members, controlling a few streets to collect "sanitation fees," but they would still call themselves a gang and adopt an imposing name.

However, this man's Black Dragon Gang was not one of those petty street-level gangs with a dozen people; it was a town-level gang with hundreds of members. And this town was not exclusive to the Black Dragon Gang; there were several other gangs.

Meng Wuji, of course, was unaware that he might be pursued and intercepted by the Black Dragon Gang. In his understanding, these low-tier gangs were far from his concerns.

He had no idea that after his 'rebirth,' many factors had changed, and matters he shouldn't have gotten involved with had intersected with his destiny.

If he had continued on his original path, his life as a corporate drone—already akin to that of Cattle and Horses—would have also unknowingly included the label of a cuckold. He just hadn't realized it before.

The mobile card was quickly processed. After leaving the store, he began to think about where to hire a professional design and construction team.

I've never been involved in this before, and it requires certain connections.

The number of large corporations and conglomerates he knew was not large. The only one he was quite familiar with was the New Energy Heavy Industry Group.

However, he knew that while this group was involved in many industries, it didn't cover the specific services he needed. Moreover, given the group's vast scale, cooperating with them wouldn't be easy, even if he wanted to.

However, they could be hired as a channel intermediary, Meng Wuji suddenly realized. He could pay the New Energy Heavy Industry Group to connect him with the right channels.

It should be noted that the New Energy Heavy Industry Group was responsible for promoting Gene Enhancement Serum in Xing Country, specifically two types of potions named Base Solidifying Potion and Cultivation Potion. These had saved countless lives.

Even those who were originally in sub-health conditions had recovered due to these two potions.

The physical difference between people now and in the past was indeed enormous.

This led to another problem: after becoming zombies, their overall strength also became much stronger than their human predecessors.

After all, zombies inherited the strength of their original human bodies and initiated corresponding evolution.

This plan is viable; I'll pay a consulting fee, and the New Energy Heavy Industry Group would only need to do the networking for me, allowing me to avoid a potential pitfall.

This way, their costs would be almost nonexistent, yet they could earn a significant income. The likelihood of them refusing is low. Meng Wuji's eyes sparkled.

What? Would this be seen as me using up my connections or asking for a favor? Nonsense! They'd be directing business to other companies. The profit from this deal alone would be very attractive to those companies. Especially with the high deposit he was willing to pay, the companies involved in that line of business would undoubtedly be thrilled. By then, it wouldn't be about him owing a favor, but rather a mutually beneficial arrangement.

The only drawback is that it might take some time. Procedures like capital verification and background checks certainly wouldn't be completed in a single day.

For this deal, I must go to the headquarters of the New Energy Heavy Industry Group, Meng Wuji decided. As he firmed up his resolve, some questions surfaced in his mind. For instance, why did there seem to be no news about the New Energy Heavy Industry Group in his past life? Could they have been completely wiped out?

Upon further thought, many things seemed a bit blurry.

Strange! What could be the reason? Meng Wuji found it odd. He could remember things like lottery numbers and the feng shui treasure land in his rural hometown, but for some reason, other things eluded his memory.

However, he did not dwell on it too much, attributing it to the passage of time and simply forgetting.

The memory of the intense pain from his betrayal and from the zombies tearing at his flesh was crystal clear, and that was enough.

What he needed to remember was the danger of the apocalypse; nothing else mattered.

I still need a lot of resources.

Previously, he planned to buy resources at a high price. But now with his Spatial Ability, he felt he could just take them for free.

The Center Warehouse of Xing Country!

This place was the first that came to Meng Wuji's mind. It stored a vast amount of the resources he needed. If he could just empty out one warehouse, he would be set for the future.

He remembered this place because he recalled someone occupying it, establishing an Apocalypse Shelter, and then, through all sorts of nefarious deeds, turning it into the dominant power of the apocalypse.

Now, his goal was to intercept this prize before they could.

If emptying one warehouse could make him worry-free, wouldn't it be even better to take them all? When that person finally arrived after overcoming great difficulties, only to find nothing, their mind would probably shatter.

As he was thinking, he suddenly sensed a strong wave of malice. This was an intuition he had honed during the apocalypse.

Turning his head, he saw a dozen burly men approaching him, all of them distinctly tattooed with a black dragon.

The burly man he had frightened away was in the group.

"So, you went to get reinforcements, huh?" Meng Wuji sneered. If these were a dozen zombies, he would turn and run without hesitation. Unfortunately, they were merely humans; they weren't enough to scare him right now.

Zombies are killing machines; they know no fear and will not retreat.