Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

The news of the weapon discovery made Zhang Su feel pressured. The armory being opened meant that these people not only possessed two crossbows but also could ensure that each person had a high-quality dagger or machete, far surpassing their group in terms of equipment.

Frowning in thought, he suddenly heard a sound from inside.

“I know why Su Chef is keeping that woman!”

A voice not heard before rang out, continuing, “I just went to pee and heard Su Chef mumbling that he wants to arrange a ghost marriage for his son!”

“No wonder he can’t bear to harm the woman; turns out she’s reserved for his son!”

“Damn, we brothers haven’t even married in the living world, and he’s arranging a ghost marriage for his son, what a waste!”

“It is a bit of a waste, but the dead should be respected. Since Su Chef has a specific purpose, we should respect it to avoid any conflict.”

“When will the ghost marriage happen? We should take a look at what it’s all about.”

“That, I don’t know…”

Zhang Su didn’t continue listening. He returned to his group, his face looking a bit grave in the darkness, and spoke very softly, “Bad news, they’ve got weapons. Good news, they’re all damn lustful, which helps us implement Plan D!”

“You men always think about those things!”

Zheng Xinyu frowned and glared at Zhang Su, adding, “Most of you!”

“Stop babbling, hurry up and prepare. Remember, there’s only one task later: get the crossbows, and as soon as you get a crossbow, say the passphrase! Yes, there are two crossbows; ideally, get both, but at least control one! Strike unexpectedly, be swift!”

Zhang Su reminded seriously.

Zheng Xinyu and Pei Lan’s palms were sweaty, carefully reviewing the plan in their minds and nodding emphatically.

Moments later, Zhang Su gestured “three, two, one” with his hand, hearing both Zheng Xinyu and Pei Lan pant heavily, followed by a burst of hurried footsteps at their original place.

“Lanlan, quick, there’s a convenience store here!”

Zheng Xinyu pulled Pei Lan to the entrance of the store, speaking urgently.

“Oh no, the shutter won’t open, what do we do?”

Pei Lan’s delicate voice mixed with urgency evoked pity, but her hands didn’t stop, rattling the shutter noisily.

“Come on, let’s pry it open, might not be… ah!”

Pei Lan bent down as if ready when suddenly the shutter rumbled up.

“What are you doing?”

A man blocked the entrance, holding a dog leg military saber identical to Zhang Su’s, looking warily at the two outside.

“There’s someone, oh my God, Lanlan, there’s someone, we’re saved!”

“Yes, I didn’t expect to encounter living people, such good luck.”

The two women faced the man’s questioning, nervously hugging each other. Despite cheering, their voices were very low, perfectly performing a post-danger survival mode.

“Old Yang, what’s going on?”

At this time, two more men came over, one holding a small flashlight.

“Yo! Two beauties!”

As the flashlight beam hit Zheng Xinyu and Pei Lan’s faces, the newcomer was immediately overjoyed.

“Quick, quick, quick, you must have been scared by the monsters outside. Brother will protect you, come inside quickly!”

The man with the flashlight saw the two women appearing pitiful yet adorable, carrying only a baseball bat, and instantly dropped his guard.

“Don’t rush!”

The man who had opened the shutter, Old Yang, frowned and said, “Where did you come from? Just the two of you?”

“We… we…” Zheng Xinyu began to sob, crying, “We escaped from the technical institute, ran all the way here, haven’t eaten in two days. Brothers, can you give us something to eat?”

Pei Lan also started wiping tears, expressing sorrow, “Originally, my boyfriend came out too, but yesterday, yesterday…”

“Alright, don’t cry, don’t cry. If your boyfriend died, don’t worry. Brother will be your boyfriend. Come on, Old Yang, look, the little girls are starving. Come, come inside, brother will treat you to something nice.”

As he spoke, two more people came over.

“Hey, such beautiful young ladies, don’t cry. Hahaha, what do you want to eat? Go on, take whatever you like!”

Four men surrounded Zheng Xinyu and Pei Lan, escorting them into the convenience store.

Old Yang helplessly shook his head, poked his head out to look around, the silent cold night was pitch black as ink. To be safe, he took out his flashlight again, scanning the surroundings, seeing no anomalies before shutting the shutter.

Old Yang didn’t know that moments after he closed the shutter, five figures emerged from an advertisement printing shop.

The atmosphere inside the convenience store changed, from the previous complaints to cheering, shadows cast by dim light danced lively.

To celebrate the arrival of the beautiful women, several men took out various snacks to treat them: chips, chocolate, chewing gum, canned food, NFC juice—abundantly diverse.

Zheng Xinyu worked as a broadcaster, effortlessly saying things to please people, uttering sentences like “Thank you, brother,” “Brother is too good,” “Too much, can’t eat anymore,” leaving the men utterly confused.

Pei Lan, not as talkative as Zheng Xinyu, carried a weak aura, drawing compassion.

One young guy after another, bugged out, having never enjoyed such compliments from young girls, almost losing themselves.

People, truly, cannot be too comfortable.

While struggling for survival in danger, vigilance is high, but once achieving transient safety and being full, mischievous thoughts quickly follow.