Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

“Who cares if Sister Tan guessed or aimed, as long as she hit the target, that’s great!”

“Yeah, yeah, stop saying useless stuff, we scored a point for the women’s team.”

“Alright, alright, you scored a point, why so excited…” Zhang Su calmed the few excited female members, then looked at Zhao Xue and said, “Xiaoxue, it’s your turn, good luck!”

Zhao Xue took the crossbow, her eyebrow slightly furrowed as she exerted force in her arm, feeling pain in the wound, and shook her head saying, “Brother Su, I won’t embarrass myself, I can barely hold this.”

“She has lots of scratches on her body, some haven’t even scabbed over…” Zheng Xinyu whispered into Zhang Su’s ear.

Zhang Su nodded slightly and said, “Xiaoxue is injured and can’t exert her strength, let’s let Teacher Xiaoyu go first!”

“I’m also not going, I’m currently in a state where both arms are weak, even worse than Xiaoxue…”

Yu Qing’s condition was actually better than Zhao Xue’s, but lifting the ten-pound crossbow was indeed strenuous, shaking hands couldn’t conduct effective shooting.

“My daughter is weak, and coupled with being unwell recently, she’s really out of strength. I’ll supervise her to practice harder in the future, not to trouble everyone.”

Yuwen promptly explained for his daughter.

Everyone thought the same, a people’s teacher, especially one teaching cultural subjects, rarely had the opportunity to exercise. After the disaster erupted, she had been mostly sick, coupled with being perpetually underfed, it’s quite normal for her physical ability to be lacking.

Seeing no objections from those involved, Zhang Su said, “Since both women on the team gave up, it’s a tie at one to one, Old Tan, Teacher Yu, you two directly have a rematch then.”

“Okay.”

“Alright.”

Neither Yuwen nor Tan Huajun had any objections.

This time, Yuwen went first again, setting a crossbow arrow, aiming earnestly, pulling the trigger…

Bang.

The crossbow arrow visibly shot close to the air conditioning hole, dust raised even filled the holes.

“Oh no…”

“What a pity!”

With slight regret, Yuwen handed the crossbow to Tan Huajun, “Ah, without a slogan, it really doesn’t work, missed by a bit, Ms. Tan, go for it…”

“Sister Tan, go for it!”

“Let’s witness Technician Tan’s miracle together.”

“Hehe, women got to fight, go for it!”

Tan Huajun chuckled, looked at her expectant sisters, and said, “If I lose, don’t blame me for not getting the sweet potato snacks…”

“No blame, of course not, go for it, you can do it!”

A few women cheered Tan Huajun on, excited that they finally had a chance to witness the dawn of victory, as women had always been overpowered by men in combat capability.

Tan Huajun set an arrow on the crossbow and steadied herself to aim and shoot, maintaining a seemingly indifferent attitude, her plump fingers gently pulled the trigger.

Whoosh, swoosh!

The arrow accurately pierced through the air conditioning hole, straight into the barbershop.

The men were silent, glancing at each other.

“Yay!”

The women cheered quietly.

At a distance of about fifty meters, with a tennis ball-sized hole, hitting twice in a row, this couldn’t be mere luck. If someone were standing there, their head would be gone.

“I… haha, I guessed right again!”

Tan Huajun happily raised the crossbow, her face filled with a joyous smile, modestly insisting she got lucky.

“I feel inferior, really inferior, haha, congratulations Ms. Tan!”

Yuwen was the first to congratulate Tan Huajun; he actually didn’t care much about the ownership of the crossbow. It would be good to have it, even better not to, proving that a stronger contender emerged, which is good for the whole team.

“Well, no sweet potato snacks…”

Zhao Dezhu shrugged at Lu Yubo.

Zhang Su waved his hand and said, “Alright, the first ‘Shooting Holes Cup’ Crossbow Competition is closed. The women’s team won, and the individual champion is Tan Huajun, awarding Ms. Tan a crossbow!”

“What a name, so disgusting…”

“Yeah, feels a bit improper.”

“Not a bit, it’s downright improper! Brother Su, change the name, not this lousy one!”

A few women expressed dissatisfaction with the name “Shooting Holes Cup.”

Zhang Su righteously replied, “People with impure thoughts see everything dirty; I urge everyone to maintain a positive and sunny mindset. That’s it, let’s go, hand out the prizes, then head to Yihe Car Shop!”

In the apocalypse, having a joyous and laughter-filled survivor team like Zhang Su’s crew is exceptionally rare, unlike in the wet market where only angry roars can be heard!

“Where the hell is that bastard Xiaowu? Damn it, why did he run off?”

Liang Xiaocheng raged in the market, searching for Xiaowu’s silhouette.

“Big bro, we’ve scoured every shop, no Xiaowu, he’s definitely jumped the wall and fled!”

A few subordinates gathered around Liang Xiaocheng from all directions, frowning as they spoke.

“Fled out of guilt, must be fleeing out of guilt damn it, that son of a bitch definitely didn’t tell the truth yesterday, damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Liang Xiaocheng violently kicked at a shop’s door, the constant banging echoed across the empty market.

The four subordinates stood quietly aside, not daring to say a word, just waiting silently. Some even considered leaving, feeling there’s no future following a capricious leader and they might even lose their lives.

In the apocalypse, no matter how strong you are, how high could your combat effectiveness go. To survive, you still need brains. People without brains are terrifying.

“I was counting on him to identify the killer of my brother, now… wait, since he ran, could Xiaowu be my brother’s killer?”

Liang Xiaocheng’s eyes swept scornfully over the crowd, posing a soul-searching question.

“It seems like Xiaowu indeed is highly suspicious, but honestly, big bro, he doesn’t have the capability.”

“Yeah, I feel three Xiaowus wouldn’t be Brother Dacheng’s match!”

“Could it be… big bro and Xiaogeng didn’t actually die, Xiaowu secretly drove away intending to escape with supplies?”

“Bullshit!” Liang Xiaocheng instantly dismissed this guess, saying, “Is he an idiot? If it were as you said, wouldn’t it be better to just leave, why come back at all?”

Everyone genuinely couldn’t understand why Xiaowu sneaked away. With Liang Xiaocheng being furious, no one dared to say more to stir up trouble.

After wandering in the market for a while, Liang Xiaocheng slightly calmed down and said, “Pack up, let’s go, without Xiaowu, I’ll still investigate who killed my brother!”

“What? How to investigate?”

Someone asked nervously, deep down reluctant to risk alongside Liang Xiaocheng.

“First go to Yihe Car Shop for guns, then head to Phoenix International District gas station, I want to see what’s going on!”

Liang Xiaocheng gritted his teeth and said.

The others sighed in relief hearing they were first going to get guns, somewhat more reliable. But thinking about how Xiaowu mentioned yesterday that zombies surrounded Yihe Car Shop, they couldn’t help but feel uneasy again.