74: Chapter 74 Might Makes Right?

Tiangong No. 1, B2 Garage.

Rows of lights flickered on.

A black george patton was parked in the center.

A triangular armor-piercing ram was welded to the front bumper, blast-proof mesh covered the windows, and metal guards were fitted over the tires.

It didn't look like a car.

It looked like a steel beast crouching on the ground.

Xia Qingqiu stood at the elevator entrance, her jaw dropped in shock.

She had seen luxury cars before.

She had also seen the supercars driven by the parents at the school gate.

But compared to this vehicle, those things looked like toys.

Lin Yuan pulled open the driver's door.

"Get in."

Xia Qingqiu snapped out of it and immediately followed.

Qin Yumo had already changed into a black combat suit and was sitting in the passenger seat.

Her red hair was tied high, and the lines of her shoulders and back were taut.

After sitting down, she didn't fasten her seatbelt, but looked at Lin Yuan first.

"Master, I'm responsible for close-quarters combat."

Lin Yuan started the vehicle.

"Don't rush."

"Today, I'll let you see some blood."

The corners of Qin Yumo's mouth lifted slightly.

Tang Qiqi climbed in from the back row and hugged Qin Yumo's arm.

"Sister Yumo, don't push yourself too hard."

Qin Yumo didn't pull her arm away, only whispered, "Qiqi, sit tight."

Tang Qiqi puffed up her cheeks.

Sit tight?

Her state of mind was the least stable thing right now.

Tank and Shadow each rode a dirt bike, charging out from both sides of the garage.

The heavy gate rose.

The george patton roared out.

Xia Qingqiu sat in the back row, watching Lin Yuan's back in front.

This man wasn't going to save people.

It was as if he were going to take over a territory.

The convoy headed down the mountain.

Survivors on the outer ring of Cloud Top Palace steered clear from afar.

Someone saw that steel monster and cursed under their breath.

"This thing… even zombies would take one look and say 'excuse me'."

No one dared to laugh.

The george patton charged into the city.

In the locked-down Jiangcheng, the roads weren't very crowded.

But roadblocks, abandoned police tape, and overturned electric scooters were everywhere.

A wrecked sedan was blocking the intersection ahead.

Xia Qingqiu was about to warn him, but Lin Yuan stepped directly on the accelerator.

Boom!

The triangular ram struck the side of the sedan.

The entire car was flipped over, landing in the green belt and snapping two small trees.

Tang Qiqi slammed into Qin Yumo's shoulder.

"Wah!"

She looked up and immediately hugged Qin Yumo's arm tightly.

"Sister Yumo, I'm scared."

Qin Yumo looked down at her.

Before she could speak.

Lin Yuan released the steering wheel with his right hand and placed it on Qin Yumo's thigh.

Qin Yumo's body stiffened, but she didn't dodge.

Instead, she nudged her leg half an inch into his palm.

Tang Qiqi's face turned dark instantly.

She grabbed Qin Yumo's hand with both of hers.

"Sister Yumo."

"Sister Yumo."

"Sister Yumo, look at me."

Qin Yumo: "…"

Xia Qingqiu had no mind to watch them.

The car turned past an old residential complex.

Behind a security window on the second floor, an old man was using a bed sheet to lower a five or six-year-old boy.

The boy was shivering and crying.

"Grandpa, I'm scared…"

The old man was drenched in sweat.

"Don't cry, hurry down, and run away!"

The next second.

The door inside the room was kicked open.

The old man turned back.

A grayish-white zombie lunged, dragging him into the room.

Blood sprayed onto the glass.

The bed sheet slipped uncontrollably.

The boy hung in mid-air, his crying becoming sharper.

Three zombies downstairs were drawn by the sound, reaching up with their hands.

Xia Qingqiu covered her mouth abruptly.

"Stop the car…"

Lin Yuan glanced at the rearview mirror.

He kept his foot on the accelerator.

The george patton charged through the intersection.

The boy's crying was left behind.

Xia Qingqiu's middle finger subconsciously went to push up her glasses, but pushed into empty air.

The lenses were covered in fog.

For the first time, she realized she didn't even have the courage to look clearly at that child.

"He's still just a child."

Lin Yuan didn't turn his head.

"Then you go down and save him."

Xia Qingqiu couldn't speak.

Lin Yuan's voice was calm.

"Teacher Xia, tears can't kill zombies."

"And a bleeding heart can't be eaten as food."

The car fell silent.

Tang Qiqi stopped making a fuss.

She looked out the window, gripping Qin Yumo's arm even tighter.

Ten minutes later.

The convoy passed a temporary official checkpoint.

The sandbag defense line had been flattened.

Riot shields were scattered on the ground.

Police uniforms were torn into rags.

Gleaming yellow shell casings covered the ground.

Dozens of zombies were surrounding a stalled ambulance, pounding on it.

Someone inside was also knocking on the window.

Once.

Twice.

It was unclear if it was a living person, or if they had already turned into something else.

Xia Qingqiu looked at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan didn't slow down.

"Official rescue efforts are already finished."

His tone was devoid of emotion.

"If you want to save students, remember one thing."

"The lives of the living can only be seized by the living themselves."

Xia Qingqiu lowered her head.

She pushed up her glasses with her middle finger.

Behind the lenses, her eyes were red.

But she didn't ask Lin Yuan to stop again.

Ston International School soon appeared.

The school gate was tightly closed.

Several private cars were parked at the entrance, their doors open, with blood inside.

Lin Yuan turned the steering wheel.

The george patton aimed at the metal gate.

Xia Qingqiu's expression changed.

"Wait, the gate access can—"

Boom!

The metal gate was rammed open.

Half of the gate flew off, crashing into the security booth.

The george patton crushed its way along the campus road, heading straight for the Sports Stadium.

Shadow and Tank split up.

One went to the side door.

One went to the back door.

Lin Yuan parked sideways in front of the main entrance of the Sports Stadium and turned off the engine.

The car was silent for a second.

Then, chaotic human voices came from the Sports Stadium.

Cursing.

Crying.

And the sound of heavy objects being dragged.

Inside the Sports Stadium.

High-jump mats, basketball hoops, and badminton nets were piled up behind the main entrance.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and urine.

Over twenty students were huddled in the corner of the stands.

Jackets worth tens of thousands were stained with filth.

Two boys were wrestling over half a spicy strip snack wrapper.

There was only a bit of red oil left on the wrapper.

Dozens of parents were crouching on the ground nearby.

No one tried to intervene.

They all looked at the man in the center of the arena.

Zhou Zihao.

He was holding a baseball bat.

The tip of the bat was still stained with blood.

A middle-aged man was lying on the ground, his nose bridge collapsed, blood bubbling from his mouth.

His daughter was forced into a corner, her hands trembling.

Zhou Zihao pressed the baseball bat against the girl's chin.

"Take it out."

The girl shook her head while crying.

"I don't have any more…"

Zhou Zihao laughed.

"You think I didn't see that half-piece of chocolate you hid in your underwear?"

The girl's father struggled to crawl up.

"President Zhou…"

Bang!

The baseball bat smashed down.

The man collapsed again.

Zhou Zihao scanned the room.

"In here, whoever hides food gets thrown out to feed the zombies."

No one dared to argue.

Several PE teachers stood behind him.

They were burly, holding iron bars and dumbbell handles.

This was the reason Zhou Zihao could be the boss.

He was ruthless.

And shameless enough.

At this moment, a crashing sound came from outside.

Everyone in the Sports Stadium was startled.

Zhou Zihao walked up to the second-floor viewing stand and looked down from the window.

He first saw the george patton.

His eye twitched.

Then, he saw Lin Yuan getting out of the car.

And beside Lin Yuan were Xia Qingqiu, Qin Yumo, and Tang Qiqi.

No large group of bodyguards.

No armed squad.

Only three women.

Zhou Zihao laughed.

He laughed louder and louder.

"Xia Qingqiu!"

Xia Qingqiu looked up.

"I was wondering why you wouldn't answer my calls, turns out you ran off to some wild man!"

Zhou Zihao spat a thick glob of phlegm down.

Splat.

It landed on the hood of the george patton.

He pointed the baseball bat downwards.

"Lin, your crappy high-end residential complex must be out of food too!"

"But the food in this school doesn't belong to you, the board member."

Several PE teachers behind him joined in the laughter.

One of them stared at Qin Yumo and licked his lips.

"Brother Zhou, that redhead is a top-tier beauty."

Another looked at Tang Qiqi.

"The little one next to her is also exciting."

Zhou Zihao laughed even more wildly.

"Lin Yuan, let those three women beside you come in."

"You can just stay outside and be a cuckold."

Xia Qingqiu instinctively wanted to explain for him.

But the look in Zhou Zihao's eyes as he stared at Qin Yumo and Tang Qiqi made her swallow all her words.

That wasn't survival.

It was greed.

A burst of laughter erupted in the Sports Stadium.

Some parents lowered their heads.

Some students secretly looked at Xia Qingqiu.

Teacher Xia was here.

But for the first time, they hoped she wouldn't come in.

Lin Yuan stood by the car, looking up at Zhou Zihao.

His expression remained unchanged.

Qin Yumo took a step forward.

Tang Qiqi grabbed her.

"Sister Yumo…"

Qin Yumo turned back.

Her eyes were bright.

Not with anger.

But with excitement.

Lin Yuan lit a cigarette.

"Teacher Xia."

Xia Qingqiu's body trembled.

"Look clearly."

Lin Yuan raised his hand, pointing at Zhou Zihao on the second floor.

"Among the people you want to save, there are students."

"But there are also things like this."

Xia Qingqiu's lips moved.

Zhou Zihao laughed loudly.

"Lin Yuan, what are you pretending for?"

"I know you used to be rich!"

"What's the use of money now?"

He patted the baseball bat in his hand.

"Now, whoever has the biggest fist is the boss!"

Lin Yuan nodded.

"Well said."

He looked at Qin Yumo.

"Go."

"Let him know how big my fist is."

Qin Yumo twisted her neck.

Her joints cracked.

She didn't go for the door.

Instead, she took half a step back.

The next second.

Her whole body surged forward.

Bang!

She kicked the Sports Stadium door open.

Using the momentum to leap up, she hooked her fingers onto the second-floor window ledge.

Her body flipped up.

The movement was so fast that the people inside the Sports Stadium only saw a red blur.

The smile on Zhou Zihao's face froze.

Qin Yumo was already standing inside the window.

She raised her hand and grabbed the face of the nearest PE teacher.

She pressed him against the wall.

Thud!

The wall cracked.

That person didn't even manage to scream before his body went limp.

The Sports Stadium fell into dead silence.

Qin Yumo turned her head to look at Zhou Zihao.

"I heard."

"You wanted to compare."

"Whose fist is bigger?"

Zhou Zihao took a step back, the baseball bat in his hand shaking.

Just at this moment.

In the corner of the stands, that bowed-headed male student suddenly convulsed.

The black lines on the back of his hand had already crawled to his neck.

He raised his head.

The whites of his eyes were turning gray.

The spicy strip wrapper at his feet actually moved without any wind.