"Dad, are you keeping this satellite phone as a ans of securing a way out?" Duan Yi asked.
Duan Chenghu looked at his daughter, "You’ve noticed?"
"Yeah, I’ve noticed."
Duan Yi nodded, recalling how, even during peaceti, her father always had political aspirations. However, he never quite reached his ambitions; even after joining an organization, he was only involved in trivial skirmishes. The majority of higher positions were occupied by local business tycoons.
Who would care about a martial arts school principal?
But now that the apocalypse had arrived, she knew her father was thinking about building his own force.
As Duan Chenghu held the satellite phone in his hands, his expression wavered, uncertain at first. But then he made up his mind, lifted the phone, and saw the number inside.
Dial!
Duan Yi exchanged glances with Chen Wu, clearly not expecting that he actually would make the call.
Very quickly.
The phone connected.
"Hello, this is Lin Fan."
...
In Huang City.
Lin Fan, who received the satellite phone call, was very excited. Since he started distributing satellite phones, he finally received another call, which ant his previous efforts hadn’t been in vain.
As the conversation began.
"Red Sun Martial Arts School?"
Lin Fan was quite surprised, feeling that there was sothing odd about the way the other side spoke.
But as they continued to communicate, he began to understand their intention.
The other party wanted to grow on their own, not to co to Sunshine Shelter. This was not new for Lin Fan; past places like Lucky Number, Bank Shelter, Xiangshan, and so on,
were all similar to this party.
He asked for their location, not with any ulterior motive, but just to et them briefly, to say hello. He also heard the na ’Sun Neng,’ a survivor.
He had already heard about Sun Neng before and was surprised to hear soone ntion him again.
He was eager to et Sun Neng, feeling that he was a decent person who had been actively promoting the Huang City Sunshine Shelter.
He truly wanted to et and thank him for his actions.
After finding out their location.
He hung up the phone.
Taking out a map, he searched for their location. Seeing how far it was, he couldn’t help but show a shocked expression.
Such a great distance.
But with the current rate of travel, it would only take a few minutes to arrive.
At Red Sun Martial Arts School.
Duan Chenghu muttered to himself, his expression astonished, "He actually said he would arrive soon and asked to wait here?"
"Dad, what did you say?" Duan Yi asked, puzzled.
"He said he’s coming from Huang City to et us and asked to wait here,"
Duan Yi: ...?
Chen Wu: ...?
"Principal, are you sure he’s not insane?" Chen Wu couldn’t help but ask.
Under normal circumstances, Duan Chenghu certainly would have chastised Chen Wu for such a remark, but he, too, felt it wasn’t sothing that should be said casually.
Anyone with a shred of sense would know that it seed impossible.
The distance from Huang City to Red Sun Martial Arts School was no joke; even by plane, it would take a long ti.
At that mont, he began to doubt whether his recent decision was right or wrong.
"Sigh."
Duan Chenghu sighed.
But just then.
Knock knock knock!
A rhythmic knocking sound ca.
Swipe!
Swipe!
Swipe!
Hearing the knocking, Duan Chenghu and the others were clearly taken aback.
"The zombies are randomly banging on the door," Chen Wu said.
Duan Yi nodded in agreent, figuring it must be zombies knocking.
They paid no attention to it.
Instead, they were still thinking about the recent events.
Knock knock knock!
The knocking sound ca again.
Lin Fan, standing at the door, looked at the iron door in front of him. He had hurried over, moving so fast that it scared him. Upon arriving, he still thought it polite to knock.
The main concern was courtesy.
He could have easily jumped inside, but given the apocalyptic tis, everyone was highly sensitive, and seeing a stranger jumping in would definitely startle them. To avoid unnecessary incidents, he felt it was necessary to knock.
But after waiting a little while,
nobody opened the door.
"Excuse , is anyone there?" he asked.
The people inside, including Duan Chenghu, were shocked. It was not the noise of zombies but a human voice. However, this made them more alert, aware that current survivors weren’t likely to be amicable.
Seemingly harmless individuals could very well harbor lethal intentions.
He knew the students of his martial arts school like the back of his hand and trusted them completely, but he had to be fully vigilant around strangers.
Just as they prepared to go forward and talk.
Another voice ca through.
"I’m Lin Fan, just ca from Huang City. Please open the door," Lin Fan said.
Boom!
For Duan Chenghu and the others, these words thundered like lightning in their brains.
They looked at each other, their eyes flickering with disbelief.
Lin Fan?
Huang City?
Duan Chenghu looked down at his watch, noting that only a few minutes had passed since he made the call.
"Principal, is this so kind of trick?" Chen Wu moved his throat nervously, speaking with a chill.
The phone call was witnessed only by the three of them.
No one else was around.
And now there was soone outside claiming to be Lin Fan, which was too quick to make sense, even by unconventional standards.
Duan Chenghu was silent as he walked towards the door, opening the small window on it to see who was playing tricks.
As he opened the small window,
that face appeared before him.
Lin Fan smiled and waved as he greeted,
"Hello."
Duan Chenghu, always composed, found his eyes widening in shock at the sight of the face, as if seeing a ghost.
His mind flashed back to a familiar face he had seen before.
Comparing them.
It seed there was no mistake.
It was the sa face he recognized.
"You... are you Lin Fan?"
"Yes, I’m Lin Fan. Please open the door," he said politely.
The warm voice certainly reached Duan Chenghu’s heart.
This was the charm of communication.
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