When Nadia was stocking up, she had made a point to buy a few things that might be useful for intimidating people if it came down to it. She never imagined Harrison would have a real gun. After the apocalypse, order had fallen apart. Although the government continued to function, the floods had slowed everything down to a crawl. Items like firearms were still under strict control. For this reason, she would never pull her weapon out in public unless she had no other choice. Getting the authorities involved was one thing. She also had no way to explain how she had a gun to Jasmine and the others. However, the future was uncertain, and if things ever got out of hand, she would fire without a second thought. Jasmine pulled Nadia into her apartment and glanced at the closed door of 1801, curiosity piqued. "How does he have a gun?" she asked. "He used to be in SWAT," Nadia explained. "He probably has a few connections." "Wow, I did not think he would be so skilled." Now, things were better. Not only had Harrison taken down the crazed man, but Hunter’s group would likely stay in line for a while too. Honestly, seeing that madman fall at Harrison's hands made Jasmine and the others feel relieved. He had been a father, both brave and tragic, who was too wounded to survive. Falling into that gang’s hands would have meant being torn apart. It was better for him to go like this, with dignity, in a swift end. Now that they had a real gun in the group, Jasmine and the others felt much safer, though they still worried about getting caught. They had expected a fight, but the madman had thrown the situation into chaos, leaving things to luck. They kept an ear on the sounds from downstairs. The uninjured scattered like birds, while the injured cursed and shouted before leaving when they saw that no one from the 18th floor would come to help. Soon, the 17th floor fell silent. A lot of people had gathered for the standoff, but many only appeared supportive on the surface without actually taking part in the fight. Those on the 17th floor were particularly cautious, locking their doors and refusing to open them. As they lived close to the 18th floor, they would be the first targets if anyone decided to seek revenge. Still, as people said, the innocent had paid the price sometimes. When the bystanders finally opened their doors, they were horrified. The corridor was splattered with blood while bodies were scattered everywhere.They cursed and wondered why the 17th floor always became a battleground. The three families muttered complaints, planning to throw the bodies into the flood waters and clean up the bloody corridor. What kind of life was this? How could they live on like this? As they finished cleaning up, relatives of the dead arrived. They were furious to learn that the bodies had been discarded and started a huge argument with the residents of the 17th floor. Even a gentle soul had a limit. The 17th-floor residents had been holding back their anger for too long and finally snapped. They rushed back into their homes, grabbed kitchen knives, and came back out. "We have done nothing to deserve this! Every time, you come after us! We are not the ones who killed them! Why blame us for staying at home? "You knew they were criminals. Why did you not stop them? Now that they are dead, you come after us!"If you wanted the bodies, you should have come sooner. They are in the water now. Go fish them out!" Even the average Joe could turn deadly if pushed past their breaking point. The knives made the relatives back off, grumbling as they left. Before coming up, they had calculated what supplies they might get from the situation. Who would have thought they would leave with nothing while their men were killed by a madman? As mere widows and orphans, how would they survive now? "When will the world cease this torment? Please stop the rain!" … Around noon, Levi and Caleb came back with more information. The crazed man who attacked with a knife had lived on the seventh floor with his daughter after a divorce. Recently, masked thieves had broken in at night, stealing all their supplies.With no way out, his daughter had secretly begun selling herself to survive. When he found out, he slapped her in anger. Humiliated, she had jumped into the floodwaters, ending her life. The two were co-dependent, and the man could not take the loss. In a fit of crazed anger, he lashed out at the world around him and went on a killing spree. Some people were given swift deaths, others bled to death, and many were trampled or injured in the chaos. However, with the rain pouring down and no inflatable boats, getting to a hospital was impossible. People were left to suffer at home. Wayne and Hunter remained unconscious. Hopefully, they would not pull through. This failed attack left everyone feeling defeated, and sorrow echoed through the building. Nadia thought of something else. The group that looked rosy faced during the standoff were likely the masked thieves.Although the madman had killed some, others had escaped. This group would need careful watching. With the fight averted, Colby looked restless, sulking and grumbling. Nothing could be done about it. The Malinois was born to fight. Nadia had to cheer him up with treats. "Do you have a grudge against Wayne?" Nadia asked, curious. "You always go after him!" Colby bared his sharp teeth, letting out a proud huff. He had more than a grudge against that jerk. It was a deep-seated hatred! Nadia held the dog close, her gaze turning thoughtful. After a short nap, the intercom crackled. "Nadia, are you teaching Lily today?" It was Harrison. Nadia replied, "Yes." Today had ended without a fight, but conflicts were inevitable. The only solution was to get stronger. A knock sounded, and Colby rushed to open the door with his paws. Instinctively, he traded places with Lily, grabbing his food bowl to head for training in 1801. Harrison had locked Lily in the apartment, but she was more aware than she let on, looking downcast. "Miss, when can I grow up and protect you and Harry?" Nadia comforted her. "Focus on studying hard and growing strong. Soon, you will be able to protect us." Lily was not satisfied with that answer. "Colby can do it. Why can I not?" "You and Colby are different. He is a dog and grows quickly. We are humans and grow slower." Nadia tried to cheer up the worried child. "Listen to Harry. He will help you grow strong as fast as possible." Lily brightened up and lifted her shirt to show Nadia her abdomen. "Miss, I think I can do it. Harry trains me every day." The sight of Lily’s toned abs stunned Nadia. Not even she had such a muscular abdomen! It was not ideal for kids to overexert themselves as their bodies were still growing. However, with the apocalypse, Nadia could not fault Harrison since survival skills were now the top priority. Train hard and stay prepared. It all starts with having muscular abs! The residents of the 18th floor did not need to meet to understand that harder days were coming. Even through the walls, Jasmine’s punches echoed. At dinner, Nadia and Lily ate noodles, mixing in a spoonful of meat sauce for extra flavor. The intercom buzzed again. "Up for sparring later?" Nadia answered without hesitation, "Yes." While in 1801, she jumped straight into training, working off the morning’s frustration with intensity. Everyone had their secrets. She kept her mouth shut and did not ask about the gun.Against her fierce attacks, Harrison’s defense held as steady as a brick wall. After two full hours, Nadia was soaked in sweat and collapsed onto the mat as she panted and gasped. He handed her a clean towel. "Here. Wipe yourself off." Nadia thanked him, almost too exhausted to speak. Then, Harrison said something unexpected. "Your gun has a strong recoil. Adjust your grip, or you might hurt your arm." She blinked, momentarily speechless.