Chapter 262
Ste didn''t pay any mind to all this fuss; she only believed in the rule of the strongest.
To survive, she had already made too manypromises. But everyone had their limits. She
wouldn''t let anyone push her around and then expect her to take it lying down.
She simply couldn''t!
The Porras family? She had already taken down two of their private bases, so why would she fear
them?
"Thanks for the heads up, Austin." Ste smiled, "I don''t mess with those who don''t mess with me.
But if someone tries to mess with me, I''ll return it a hundredfold.”
“Since we''ve moved in here, we don''t n on leaving. This time, we only injured the bodyguard''s
hand. We already gave them enough dignity.
“If there''s a next time, it won''t be settled so easily. If they don’t believe it, they are more than
wee to give it a try."
Sheid down thew today," From now on, if anyone asks you, just tell them the truth."
Austin felt a mix of emotions. Apart from anger at their condescending attitude, he also felt that the
two of them had blown the matter out of proportion.
It was hard to stand alone. There was still room for negotiation in this matter, and it wasn''t
necessary to take it to the brink. After all, the Porras family was not to be trifled with.
However, after hearing Ste''s words, he couldn''t help but feel his blood boil.
When he was young, he also disregarded the consequences, but reality constantly hammered him,
forcing him to learn to bow and bend. During these years of the apocalypse, to survive he had to
swallow his pride, but the reality was still harsh.
Ste was right, they didn''t steal or rob. They purchased their house fair and square, with official
property registration, yet these wealthies banded together to ostracize them, not even letting them
in the door.
With no option to retreat, there was no reason not to fight back.
He downed his beer in one gulp, "Even if it''s through hell or high water, I''ll stick with you."
At least he wasn’t alone.
Meanwhile, the Porras family mansion was aze with lights.
Shane, formidable without anger, sat on the couch, his gaze piercing as he looked at the butler,
"What the hell happened today?"
The butler lowered his head and wiped the cold sweat off his brow, "Sir, what happened today has
nothing to do with the Porras family. It was actually just a misunderstanding."
"Misunderstanding?" Shane''s face was grave, "It''s only right to tighten the security for the owners''
safety, but who gave the order to not even let the owners in?"
The Butler told the truth, "Sir, I must admit I was negligent. The Porras family being the head of the
Homeowners Association is only an honorary position, the real management is handled by the vice-
president. I didn''t expect her to take matters into her own hands, not only excluding the owners of
units 49 and 50, but also arranging for the security to give them a hard time."
A bunch of idle rich, only good for stirring up trouble.
Shane closed his eyes, only after a long while did he say, "What''s the background of these two
families?"
"The owners of unit 49 are hawkers, who made quite a fortune selling supplies during the disaster.
As for unit 50, they..."
The Butler hesitated, "They''re closely associated with unit 49, possibly friends or business partners.
We don''t have clear information about their background yet."
"Unknown background?" Shane took a deep breath, "You dared to mess with them without even
knowing their details?"
The Butler wiped his sweat and kept his head down, not daring to answer.
"And how do you n to handle this now?"
"Sir, the Homeowners Association is indeed at fault here, but the people from unit 50 were too
ruthless. All 20 daytime security guards were injured, some quite severely. Not only did they hurt
people, they even crippled a bodyguard''s hand and stole his gun, it''s clear they don''t respect the
Porras family.
“While the Homeowners Association did mishandle the situation, it could have been resolved
rationally, with an apology from the person responsible. But the other party not only attacked
people, they even fired at residents, clearly criminal behavior.
“If there''s any dispute in the future, wouldn''t they go on a killing spree? The safety risks are too
high, and this kind of evil must not be allowed to grow. I suggest we involve the police, it would be
best if they could be sentenced. Keeping them in themunity would be too dangerous."
Shane frowned, "Isn''t there a better solution?"
He built his empire from scratch, and it took him decades to gain a significant foothold in the
business world.
In business, a peaceful rtionship was valued. Moreover, the Homeowners Association was at
fault initially, only embarrassing themselves. What the hell were these people thinking?
Shane was a self-made man. He started out in home appliances, faced all sorts of rejections to
attract business. He knew what it felt like to have his dignity trampled on. If possible, he didn''t want
to burn bridges.
"Sir, if we back down now, how will themunity view the Porras family? If we don''t punish them
severely, won''t everyone think they can walk all over the Porras family?"
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"Derick, you must be getting senile."
Azy voice came from upstairs, the sound of slippers pping against the floor echoed as Bran,
dressed in a bathrobe and slippers, came down yawning, "Are you trying to help the Porras family?
Or are you just afraid we won''t die fast enough?"
Seeing his carefree demeanor, Shane felt a wave of anger. What a disgraceful brat.
Bran sat down next to him, casually draping his hand over Shane''s shoulder, "Dad, you weren''t
there, those three were unstoppable, they treated the security guards like punching bags. I
purposely circled around unit 50 this afternoon, they are definitely tough cookies, probably even
more troublesome than ouws. They must have quite a background."
Shane frowned, "Are they really that formidable?"
"I''ve got it all figured out, they were one of the first to start renovating, their courtyard walls are like
fortresses, with several unbreakable doors, and the whole roof is enclosed in ss. This whole
mess was started by those bored rich housewives. It''s been three years since the apocalypse, yet
they still think they''re high and mighty, constantly picking on and causing trouble for others. They
didn''t retaliate, so those women thought they were pushovers.
“They didn''t want to resort to violence at first, but the security guards were just too annoying, clearly
trying to humiliate them. If it were me, with their skills, I wouldn''t just kill them, I''d wipe out the whole
neighborhood."
"Shut up!" Shane pped him on the head, and the disdain in his eyes was worse than disgust,
"Look at the state you''re in."
His son, wearing a robe, exposing leg hair, and even crossing his legs... Shane really wanted to
knock some sense into him.
Bran continued to cross his legs, "Dad, it''s the apocalypse now. Do you really have the time to care
about my sitting posture?"
Bran waved the butler away and slouched even more into his chair, "Believe me this time, the guy
from Building 50 is more lethal than any Navy SEAL. He can dislocate arms and legs with the
precision of a surgeon. And the woman, she''s even tougher, throwing punches aimed at vital
pressure points.
“The fact that they injured their attackers severely but stopped short of killing them, that''s not
something just anyone can control.
“The little girl is only about seven or eight, but she can kick a man''s jaw off its hinges. Imagine how
long she must''ve been training to achieve such precision at such a young age.
“What does this tell us? This trio are no strangers to violence. They kill as easily as slicing through a
Thanksgiving turkey. They''ve turned their vi into a fortress, even the windows are fortified. Don''t
you think they know something we don''t?"