Zhang Su waved his hand, tapping his fingers on the table, and said, “Do you know why I’m reluctant to take in survivors? If we get more greenhorns like Song Yijun, we might as well just disband!”

Zhao Dezhu touched his head, with a peculiar expression, said, “That kid reminds me of a newbie from the supermarket’s vegetable section; he’s just as useless. No matter what the leader said, he’d always be defiant. When asked for opinions, he couldn’t even fart out a meaningful word, just someone with guts but no brains. Tell me, can you handle that?”

Everyone couldn’t help but smile at Zhao Dezhu’s comical body language.

“Chen Hanzhou, Pei Lan, do you guys have any thoughts?”

Zhang Su asked the remaining two students.

Chen Hanzhou shook his head and said, “Brother Su, I wanted to discuss Song Yijun with you before, and now I can skip the gossip behind his back. But I never thought Kuang Miao would go crazy with him!”

Pei Lan tugged at the corner of her clothes and timidly said, “I think staying with everyone is pretty good; I don’t understand what Song Yijun is thinking. Maybe he got used to being a small leader at school.”

“You’re right, that kid just wants to be the boss but doesn’t have the capability. He’s all talk and no action!” Lu Yubo sharply commented.

“Alright, let’s not talk about it anymore!” Zhang Su didn’t want to continue discussing Song Yijun, so he told everyone, “You guys eat quickly, I’ll go next door to clean up and rest at the dry cleaner’s later.”

“I’ll go with you!” Zheng Xinyu eagerly followed Zhang Su.

Zhong Xiaoshan stood up a bit hesitantly but decided to follow as well.

“Sigh… I really envy Brother Su, having two ladies by his side who don’t quarrel! It must be amazing…”

After Lu Yubo and the others left, he sighed with emotion, his eyes kept glancing at Pei Lan, but she just kept her head down, ignoring him.

“Why bother going to the dry cleaner’s to rest? Wouldn’t it be easier to stay at the noodle shop?”

As they walked out of the shop, Zheng Xinyu asked curiously.

“Well, the noodle shop is a restaurant, so any passing survivors are likely to come in looking for supplies. The dry cleaner’s just has dirty clothes, not entirely useless, but most survivors who got out don’t lack clothes, so it’s less likely to be visited. It’s a good resting place.”

While talking, Zhang Su looked around and did not see any sign of Kuang Miao and Song Yijun. He then crouched down to crawl through the broken glass door into the dry cleaner’s, reminding Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan to be careful not to get scratched!

At the same time, Liang Dacheng’s henchman, who Zhang Su had previously let go from the gas station, pedaled a bike to the entrance of a farmers’ morning market.

The market was quite large, but there were still many empty storefronts outside, like it had been newly built.

“Xiaowu?”

Before the henchman could knock on the door, a confused voice came from inside the market’s big iron gate.

Xiaowu, who was Liang Dacheng’s henchman, immediately responded, “Brother Quan, open the door, hurry up.”

Click.

A small door was opened, and Xiaowu lifted the bike to squeeze inside.

Inside the market, there was a circle of shops and two rows of back-to-back storefronts, totaling seventy to eighty; however, the occupancy rate was dismal, with only a little over twenty displaying signs, mostly vegetable and fruit shops, with a few small takeout outlets.

“Why did you return alone? Where are the boss and Xiaogeng?”

The gatekeeper wore a solemn look, sensing something was amiss.

Xiaowu’s nervous expression finally broke, and he threw the bike aside, crying, as he grabbed the gatekeeper’s arm, “They’re dead, both the boss and Xiaogeng are dead…”

“Damn, dead? The second-in-command will lose it, come on, let’s go inside and clarify it!”

The gatekeeper led Xiaowu into a shop specializing in takeout fried chicken.

Due to lack of electricity, the inside was dimly lit with two candles bravely burning. Four people sat around a dining table, three of them playing cards, while the only woman sat blankly to the side.

“Xiaowu’s back? How was the trip with my brother? What did you manage to get? Two Six…”

One man, smoking, threw out two cards after speaking to Xiaowu.

“Two Eights, beat that!”

“Everyone, stop playing; the boss and Xiaogeng didn’t come back…”

The gatekeeper’s words turned the atmosphere solemn.

Liang Xiaocheng, who was squatting on a stool, jumped to the ground, grabbed Xiaowu by the collar, pulling him forward, nearly burning him with the cigarette.

“Where’s my brother?”

Xiaowu, facing Liang Xiaocheng’s interrogation, wailed, “He was killed, the boss was killed. Second brother, you have to avenge him!”

“This…”

“What?!”

Liang Xiaocheng’s hair bristled. He assumed his brother was zombie food, never expecting he’d been killed by someone. It made him feel like his lungs would explode with rage.

“My brother wasn’t lacking in skills, and with you and Xiaogeng, how could he have been killed? Who did it? Tell me, who?”

Liang Xiaocheng nearly lost it, pushing Xiaowu to the ground, wanting to kick him, but was restrained by his companions.

Someone quickly closed the steel door to prevent loud noises from attracting zombies nearby.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep