A little help today, and tomorrow they'll be your enemy—this is a pack of wolves you can't feed enough. Only a crazy person would actually hand out supplies. From the back, Tiffany, who had stayed silent until now, suddenly snapped, "Nat, how can you be so cold? I really misjudged you before!" Natalie shot her a cold glance. "Cut the moral crap. I don't play that game." Then, a small smirk tugged at her lips. "You want some food? Why hang back so far? Come closer and talk." Tiffany didn't dare move an inch. She could see right through it—this woman had no intention of giving up any supplies. Step forward now, and she'd end up just like those two on the ground. So she slipped behind her cousin and tugged on his sleeve. Braxton immediately warned, "Don't listen to her! She's just trying to lure us over so she can pick us off one by one!" After wasting some time debating with them, Natalie finally lost patience. "Cut the crap. There's no food. You either leave, or you leave your life behind." The group exchanged glances—nobody moved. Leave? Starve to death? No one was willing to take that risk. But they also didn't dare get close to Natalie. For a moment, the scene froze in tense silence. Natalie glanced down at the chainsaw in her hands. It felt a little sluggish. She frowned and muttered, "This one's not as fierce as a gas-powered saw ... " She set it behind her and pulled out a gas chainsaw. She’d tried to save fuel, but the electric one kept choking earlier. Thankfully, handling all those chickens, ducks, and cows over the past few days had given her an instinct for the direction of bones and muscles—otherwise, the chain would've jammed easily. She raised the gas chainsaw. "Let's see how you like this." With a tug on the starter cord, the engine roared to life, a deafening buzz slicing through the tense air. Natalie's face was unreadable. "Who's going first?" The crowd instantly took a step back—talk tough all you want, but when it came to fighting, nobody wanted to be first in line. Owen, who had been hiding at the back enjoying the show, pressed his throat and shouted, "Don't be afraid of her! That chainsaw might be deadly, but there's no way it can take all of us at once!" He shoved forward with all his strength. The crowd was already packed shoulder to shoulder. His push sent several people stumbling forward, losing their balance. A man in the second row caught on. His face hardened, and with a burst of cruelty, he shoved the person in front of him toward Natalie's chainsaw. "AAAAAHHHH—" A bloodcurdling scream tore through the air. Fueled by desperation, he shoved another person forward. Then, taking advantage of the two people now blocking the saw, he raised an axe and swung it at Natalie with all his might. Natalie raised an eyebrow. Not bad ... He's got guts. But she was ready. With her free hand, she quickly drew the nail gun strapped to her lower back and fired—one shot into his wrist. "AAAH!!" His eyes went wide with pain as his arm went limp. The axe clattered to the floor. Unhesitating, Natalie fired two more shots, both hitting vital points in his head.His eyes bulged with disbelief and rage as he crumpled to the ground. By now, five people had already fallen on the 14th-floor landing—four of them in pieces. The remaining crowd froze, too terrified to move forward. Those at the front even spun around, desperately trying to squeeze their way back to escape. Natalie didn't care. Raising the nail gun, she swept it across the crowd without discrimination. "Tsk. Where there's a crowd, there's trouble. I'm just helping clear things out." Thought she couldn’t handle more than a few attackers with just a chainsaw? Too bad. She had a nail gun too—perfect for clearing a crowd. With a rapid rat-tat-tat, chaos erupted. The first few in line were instantly cut down, and even Owen and Tiffany, hiding at the back, weren't spared—they were injured in the crossfire.The pain and terror broke them completely. Screaming, they bolted for their homes like madmen. Natalie looked at the suddenly empty hallway and let out a cold laugh. A bunch of bullies, all bark and no bite! Pathetic! She kicked the fallen straight down the stairs, not bothering to chase the rest. She didn't have the patience to go door to door. They were starving maniacs—they could run all they wanted. As for Natalie, she lacked nothing. If anyone had the guts to show off in front of her again, she'd send them straight to the grave. Braxton, Tiffany, Owen ... Let them be. Let these fools choke on the hell they brought on themselves. ... Owen's apartment was directly below Natalie's, so he was the first to make it back.Leaning against the couch, Elena saw his arm bleeding and rushed over, alarmed. "What happened? Why are you hurt? And what about the supplies?" As his mistress, she never lifted a finger to earn money. Her job was simple—wait at home for Owen, her steady provider, to bring back supplies she could just consume. She hadn't participated in the raid at all this time either. "How did this happen? So many people chasing one woman, and you still got hurt? Weren't you supposed to stay at the back?" Owen frowned, holding up his arm. "Hurry—get something to pull these nails out!"