Lin Qi frowned deeply. The scene inside the Golden Impression was a stomach-churning sight.
It was a bathhouse, and judging by its architecture, not an entirely legitimate one. It even had a "second floor."
For that very reason, a large group of young female survivors had taken refuge inside.
They had managed to survive the apocalypse by taking advantage of the building's unique and secluded design.
By pre-apocalypse standards, they wouldn't have been considered good people.
But after the apocalypse began, freed from the constraints of the law, a group of middle-aged men from an archery club occupied the place.
As former regulars, they knew the layout well. They cleared out the Zombies inside and found the "second floor."
For the women, this wasn't necessarily a bad thing at first. After all, in the apocalypse, they needed the protection that came with brute force.
The problem was, there were perverts in the group…
