In a room on the second floor of Qingfeng Xiaozhu, Liang Xiaocheng was using binoculars to surveil the situation at Wangshan Inn. Due to the angle, he couldn’t see inside the restaurant, but he could take in the entire courtyard.

“Damn it, those guys are so cautious, are they not going to eat? I told you to try a bite yourself before leaving, at worst you’d just throw up later, it won’t kill you!”

“Brother Cheng, don’t worry, they’ll definitely eat it. When we were leaving, we heard someone already slurping the noodle soup. Don’t worry. We gained their trust yesterday.”

Liu Dazhi, breaking away from his usual subdued manner, spoke openly.

Chen Minwen also nodded repeatedly, “I added twice the usual amount of spices to today’s buns; they smell so good it’ll make anyone drool. By now, they must be eating greedily!”

“Let’s hope so.”

Liang Xiaocheng replied noncommittally, continuing to quietly monitor Wangshan Inn.

As time ticked by, the atmosphere in the room became increasingly oppressive, and sweat began to appear on the foreheads of Liu Dazhi and Chen Minwen.

“Hahaha!”

Just as the atmosphere was about to reach its breaking point, Liang Xiaocheng laughed heartily.

Through the binoculars, he saw a flamboyant man burst out of the restaurant, clutching his neck, and with a dramatic leap, collapsed in the courtyard. After a few spasms, he was motionless.

Immediately afterward, five more figures rushed out one after another, collapsing in the courtyard. Some even fired shots into the sky as if defiantly roaring in the face of death.

It wasn’t just in the courtyard; inside the restaurant, there were continuous groans of pain. If you listened carefully, you could also hear the sound of excited dogs barking.

“Is Dushuqiang really that strong? They sound like they’re being amputated…”

A minion standing next to Liang Xiaocheng listened and couldn’t help but remark.

“Want to find out? Just have a bowl of that noodle soup later, and you’ll experience it yourself.”

A woman next to him, cleaning her nails with a dagger, quipped.

“Someone in our village ate it once, writhed in pain all over the ground, and died a horrible death!” A burly man chimed in, his face showing a lingering fear.

“Brother Cheng, is it time to head out?”

Someone was eager to claim the valuable supplies brought by Zhang Su.

Liang Xiaocheng licked his lips, put down the binoculars, and looked at Liu Dazhi standing by the door, saying, “Old Liu, go and check out the situation!”

“Eh, okay, sure…”

Although Liu Dazhi was extremely reluctant, he couldn’t withstand Liang Xiaocheng’s cold gaze and had no choice but to open the door and head out.

He was afraid that someone from Zhang Su’s group hadn’t eaten and was lurking for revenge, and he was also afraid that the dead would suddenly transform into zombies…

There were many things that frightened him, but these couldn’t be excuses for shirking his duty. He hurriedly and nervously ran to the courtyard, glanced around, and saw several corpses foaming at the mouth, staring lifelessly at him, sending chills down his spine.

Poking his head into the restaurant, he saw people sprawled on tables and the floor.

“Two, four, six… wait, there are more, aren’t there? Never mind…”

Liu Dazhi roughly counted, sensed a couple of people were missing, and guessed they had probably died vomiting in the bathroom. Too scared to stay, he dashed back to Qingfeng Xiaozhu and reported his findings to Liang Xiaocheng.

Liang Xiaocheng, who was in the middle of smoking, couldn’t suppress a grin and said, “Those bastards got off easy this time. Let’s go, brothers, time to grab the goods!”

Originally, Liang Xiaocheng wanted to torment the people who killed Liang Dacheng, but who expected that upon meeting them again, their power had grown immensely, with everyone carrying a gun, a force he couldn’t contend with.

Luckily, he had the upper hand, and direct confrontation wasn’t necessary, so he resorted to underhanded tactics!

Liang Xiaocheng, with a vintage-style pistol tucked at his waist, whose origin was unknown, led a group of ten people eagerly towards Wangshan Inn.

“With their stash of guns, we can truly become kings of the hill, forcing the nearby villages to hand over their grain obediently!”

A young gang member dreamily fantasized about their promising future!

“Who cares about grain, in the future, we aim to grow and strengthen, getting some daily necessities, then we can trade them at other safe camps for women to have some fun, hahaha.”

“Yeah, yeah, Xiaohu’s idea is great, soap, underwear, and sanitary pads; those flirty women will have to beg me to take them away!”

With such hopeful visions of the future, the group arrived at the parking lot outside Wangshan Inn’s courtyard.

“Brother!”

Liang Xiaocheng walked to the Prado, touched the hood emotionally, and murmured as if seeing his elder brother, “Brother, today I’ve avenged you!”

“Hey, they even locked the car. I’ll just…”

“What the hell are you doing?”

Seeing a dumbfounded young gang member raise a soldier’s shovel to smash the car window, Liang Xiaocheng angrily shouted, “If you dare break that glass, I’ll smash your head open!”

“Dachao, are you an idiot? This car belongs to Brother Cheng’s brother. What the hell were you thinking?”

One of the companions who had followed Liang Xiaocheng out of the city cast a scornful glance at Dachao.

“Right, sorry…” Dachao mumbled an apology, his voice deep and muffled. However, he was still confused—since the person was dead, why did it matter if the car was damaged?

“Let’s go. Time to gather supplies!”

Liang Xiaocheng stood in front of the car for a moment, feeling sentimental, then with a wave of his hand, led everyone towards the courtyard of the Wangshan Inn.

“Don’t stab them in the head later—tie them up and wait for them to turn into zombies, then hang them on the path down the mountain to stop other zombies. Even if they’re dead, they still gotta work for me!”

As Liang Xiaocheng gave orders, he pushed open the door and marched into the courtyard, his eyelids twitching slightly.

Someone behind him noticed he stopped walking and asked, puzzled, “Brother Cheng, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing!”

He said nothing was wrong, but Liang Xiaocheng didn’t move forward. He had a strong feeling of unease that washed over him—something he had never felt before.

He carefully scanned the surroundings, scrutinizing each window, and stared at a few people on the ground frothing at the mouth for a while. Only after pulling out an old-fashioned pistol from his waist did he feel a bit more at ease and finally took a step forward.

Just as Liang Xiaocheng and his group of ten completely entered the courtyard, Zhang Su, who was hiding behind a second-floor window, gave the command: “Fire!”

The shout, full of energy, startled the intruders, but before they could react…

More than a dozen figures suddenly appeared behind eight windows, each silhouetted by the dark barrel of a gun.

Da da, da da, da da da.

The gunfire echoed through the valley, startling a flock of unknown birds deep within the mountain. Smoke arose from the windowsills; they hadn’t opened the windows beforehand to avoid suspicion, resulting in the curtains getting shredded.

Following Zhang Su’s instructions, everyone used semi-automatic mode to take precise shots. Even though they had 30,000 bullets, each shot fired meant one less bullet—conservation was necessary!

The results proved Zhang Su’s plan flawless. With equal numbers, a surprise attack against unprepared foes led to a one-sided outcome without any doubt!

Liang Xiaocheng was the only one who saw the figures emerge from the windows and the rifles on their shoulders. However, he didn’t even have the chance to raise his gun before feeling a sharp pain in his chest as a flash of light appeared…

As soon as the gunfire rang out, the six people frothing at the mouth on the ground suddenly stood up, retreating while opening fire on them!

The entire conflict was extremely brief—so brief that the echoes of gunshots still lingered when Liang Xiaocheng and his ten were already lying in pools of blood!

There was no thrilling melee or bare-fisted combat—a genuine slaughter happened in the blink of an eye.

As Liang Xiaocheng fell, his gaze focused on two cooks, suspecting they had sold him out, only to see them also shot, feeling a wave of relief…

“Which one is Liang Xiaocheng?”

Once the dust settled, Zhang Su and his group entered the courtyard. He approached the bodies and asked Zhang Ya.

“It’s him…”

Zhang Ya, looking conflicted, pointed at one of the bodies.

It was Zhang Su’s first time seeing the true face of Liang Xiaocheng. As he recalled the resemblance to Liang Dacheng, albeit with more fierceness and cruelty between his brows and less confidence and composure.

“These guys got here pretty quick, earlier than us,” Zheng Xinyu said.

Zhang Su swept his gaze around and ordered someone to finish off those who hadn’t been shot in the head, then said, “They surely didn’t go to Shuwa Village; they came straight from West Camp, so it’s no surprise they’re faster than us.”

Zhang Su and his group had a very convoluted journey north, experiencing many things and wasting much time, but they made considerable gains, particularly in securing dozens of automatic rifles.

“Brother Su, what’s the story between you and these guys?”

Liu Tianji approached, curiously looking at the fallen Liang Xiaocheng. He knew there was animosity between the two sides but was unaware of the details.

It was late last night, and with so much happening so fast, nobody had the opportunity to ask. Now that things had settled, they wanted to understand the story.

“It’s a long story…”

Looking at the foggy sky, Zhang Su said, “He had a brother named Liang Dacheng. With a couple of his goons, he pretended to be from an official safe base. We ran into them at a gas station—I was with Xinyu, Xiaoshan, Bozai, Old Tan, Old Yu, Teacher Xiaoyu, Zhuzi, plus Xiaochen, Pei Lan, and some other students.”

“Liang Dacheng falsely said he would take us to the so-called official safe base, but insisted that all supplies from the gas station convenience store be turned over. That lie happened to be right under Zhuzi’s nose, who exposed the deception, angering Liang Dacheng, leading to a confrontation where they were wiped out…”

“The next encounter should have been at Yihe Car Shop. Liang Xiaocheng recognized that the Prado was his brother’s car; the zombie horde attacking the students from No. 3 High School must have been orchestrated by him.”

Everyone exchanged glances; in this world, people went to great lengths for resources.

Zhang Ya continued, “You all know I was with Liang Xiaocheng before. Brother Su let one of Liang Dacheng’s men go. That man returned to the market where we were hiding and spun a web of lies, seriously misleading Liang Xiaocheng…”

“Damn, just thinking about that guy makes me angry. To lie so smoothly, without breaking a sweat or batting an eye, he’s really something!”

Zhang Su recalled the man he had let go earlier and shook his head.

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