Talia gave her husband a look. "You're not even as smart as Iris." Emerson looked a little awkward and replied, "Maybe the person who started this isn't as bad as you think. Maybe they're just afraid of Natalie targeting—" Iris cut him off. "Dad, let's just listen to Mom. I'm too scared to get involved." Emerson patted his daughter's head lightly and said nothing more. Beside them, a few others remained silent and just watched what would happen. At that moment, the discussion had come to a standstill. Everyone knew how to vent their anger and complain, but figuring out when and how to act was the real problem. After all, their opponent wasn't just some weak little girl. She had a gun. If they showed up recklessly, she could be standing on her balcony and shoot all of them. Meanwhile, Cassian returned to the villa, driving back the truck that Harold and the others had returned. Natalie had been busy moving these last few days and had done a lot of heavy work. He thought about bringing the smart massage chair from his house, so that she could relax her body before bed. He was about to open the gate when a red paper stuck on the outer wall caught his attention. It was posted in the most obvious spot and was written in bold black ink. "Dear Neighbors, "All of you must have heard the gunshots yesterday. "A new female resident just moved into Villa 14, yet she has already ruined our peaceful life by brutally seizing food and killing people."The Boltons were the first to suffer. The whole family of four was completely wiped out, not even one survived. "Who will be the next target? "This vicious crime threatens the safety of every single one of us. "For the sake of our lives and property, we invite all owners to the management office to discuss a solution together and protect our home." Cassian frowned as he read the note. Then he crumpled the paper and tossed it aside. How annoying! He went back to the villa, loaded the massage chair into the truck, then thought for a moment and took the shotgun Natalie had given him. Then he drove off. On the other side, the residents finally came up with an idea. "We don't have to risk ourselves. We can just hire some thugs from the city, send them over as the property management staff, and kick her out. Before the apocalypse, this villa had a property management office. After the apocalypse, the residents only kept a few reliable guards at the gate and let go of the other staff. The property management office was now empty. As soon as the idea was voiced, people quickly agreed. "That works! There are a lot of people willing to risk their lives for a bite of food. As long as we pay, there'll be people willing to do it." But someone raised a concern. "That woman has a gun. Ordinary thugs might not be able to handle her." "I know some good assassins, but with the communication down, I can't reach them."The person who came up with the idea said, "It's fine. We can just hire a lot of people and intimidate her with the numbers. Even if she has a gun, how many bullets can she possibly have?" Everyone else agreed. "That's a great idea! We can all chip in for the food. It won't cost us much if we all split it." When Lillian saw things going as she had planned, she told Rosalie, "There's strength in numbers. See? The problem is solved! Watch and learn, so that when you face similar trouble in the future, you can do the same thing." Rosalie nodded eagerly. Soon after, the residents were already discussing the details. Whether they should split the payment by household or headcount, how much they should pay, and who should go to hire the thugs? Just then, another opinion was voiced out. A young woman in her twenties shouted, "How can you be so heartless! Are other people's lives worth nothing? Why drag innocent people into our problems?" The room went silent. Those who voiced their ideas earlier suddenly glared fiercely at the young woman. A tall man with high cheekbones and a mean look on his face stood next to her. When he saw what was happening, he quickly shielded her and glared at the others. Not far away, Rosalie muttered, "Mom, Whitney is sticking her nose in again. So annoying!" Lillian wasn't worried. "Don't mind her. Her parents aren't here. She's just a little girl and can't stir up things." This matter involved everyone's safety and well-being. How could she interfere? Whitney's parents had been abroad on business when the apocalypse hit and no one had heard from them since. She was left alone at home. Unlike other rich families who had been quick to stock up supplies, Whitney hadn't prepared much.