Became a salted fish pretend heiress and handed over the system-Chapter 649 - 637: End of World Dimension 25

"Let’s go. He has already noticed us. He didn’t sick the zombies on us, so I assume he wants to negotiate," Yan Mo stood up, unconcerned about being spotted.

Xia Xi and Mo Si followed suit. Seeing them get up, Ziluo and Xia Yue hastily rose as well.

Yan Mo strode ahead, all the while keeping an alert eye on their surroundings. If anything seemed off or if the zombies made any suspicious moves, he would seize the opportunity to lead Xia Yue and the others away.

However, even as they reached the entrance of the building and stepped inside under the watchful eyes of the zombies, they noticed nothing amiss.

Upon entering the lobby, they saw a sign indicating the staircase to the left, leading up to the eighteenth floor.

"Fuck, is this a death wish? Climbing eighteen floors," Xia Yue grumbled immediately upon seeing what was written.

"We can’t use the elevator, we have to climb," Xia Xi said.

"It’s just eighteen stories; you can climb it. What’s there to fear?" Yan Mo said, looking at Xia Yue.

"I just blurted it out reflexively," Xia Yue murmured.

They found the staircase, following the sign’s instructions, and began to make their ascent.

Upon reaching the fifth floor, Xia Yue couldn’t help but grumble again: "Why go to the eighteenth floor when there’s no elevator? Does he not mind the hassle of climbing? Seriously."

"I agree. It would be better to meet directly on the first floor. No effort, no time wasted," Ziluo nodded in accord.

"Maybe he likes the panoramic view from up high," Xia Xi inferred.

"I think he wants to experience the sensation of being a CEO. I heard that the CEO’s offices are always at the top. Maybe he was a poor 9-9-6 worker before the apocalypse, and now that he’s the ’zombie king’, he wants to enjoy the CEO’s view," Xia Yue started babbling out of boredome as they climbed, trying to lighten the mood.

"Or maybe he was a CEO to begin with, who enjoys being at great heights," Ziluo countered.

Xia Xi, Yan Mo, Mo Si: "..."

They honestly didn’t understand why the two were arguing about something so inconsequential.

"If he was a CEO before, then how did he manage to get upstairs? CEOs don’t use stairs; they have private elevators. Climbing the stairs now is quite a downgrade," Xia Yue stated.

"Maybe he enjoys climbing stairs," Ziluo asserted.

Xia Yue and Ziluo went on squabbling as they climbed. The diversion provided by their argument made the ordeal of the climb more bearable, and before they knew it, they had reached the eighteenth floor.

The eighteenth floor was a vast, open area with few partitions.

Yan Mo led Xia Yue and the others toward where the sign was pointing. Within three minutes, they reached a set of French windows.

A man sat in a boss’s chair, facing them, with five chairs placed in front of him.

"You must be tired from your journey. Please, have a seat," the man addressed them.

"Thank you." Yan Mo met his gaze momentarily, then nodded.

He led Xia Yue and the others to sit down.

Upon closer inspection, they took in his appearance. His skin was pale, devoid of any color. He had an oval-shaped face, long eyelashes, a high nose, profound eyes, sported a Western style, and was very tall, likely over 1.88 meters. Dressed in a fitting casual suit, he gave off an air of slight idleness.

"The two young ladies seemed very interested in how I got up here," the man said, looking at Ziluo and Xia Yue.

"We were just being silly and making wild guesses," Xia Yue managed a dry chuckle in reply.

Oh, how awkward. The person they had gossiped about had not only heard them but also confronted them about it.

"Out of curiosity, how did you get up here?" Ziluo asked, clearly very interested in knowing.