In the stairwell, two figures panted heavily, struggling to catch their breath.
“Finally, finally escaped… Damn it! I always knew Huang Jiayi was a burden. That scream of hers called all the zombies over!”
A scruffy-looking yellow-haired guy, with his ankles showing, cursed furiously at his forr teammate, clearly infuriated by the girl.
“Brother Zhan, what do we do next?”
Wang Zhan, with a face full of nace and dressed like a thug, gasped for air, clutching a blood-stained baseball bat.
Hearing Yellow Hair’s exclamation, he laughed heartily.
“Ping, if it weren’t for my quick thinking and pushing that Zhou guy out, would we have made it here alive?”
“Brother Zhan is right…”
Yellow Hair said it ingratiatingly, his voice dripping with fawning admiration.
One look and it’s clear—he’s a lackey.
“Enough chatter.”
Wang Zhan stood up from the steps, gripping his baseball bat tightly, and spoke with a fierce expression.
“All the food was in that Zhou guy’s backpack. Damn, we ran too fast and didn’t bring it! Let’s see what we can find in this office building. Search it!”
“Sure thing, bro!”
Yellow Hair imdiately played his lackey role to the fullest.
But soon, Wang Zhan’s voice, filled with anger, interrupted: “You go in front!”
“Ah?”
Yellow Hair was montarily stunned by this order.
“Ah, what?! Hurry up! I’m watching your back, and you’re still not satisfied?!”
“Yes, ok, bro.”
“…”
Yellow Hair silently cursed Wang Zhan in his heart but maintained a sycophantic smile.
Due to his thin build, Yellow Hair indeed wasn’t a match for the burly Wang Zhan. He hoped Wang Zhan could lead him through the apocalypse.
With this thought, Yellow Hair cautiously gripped a kitchen knife and walked forward.
The kitchen knife wasn’t large and wasn’t particularly effective against zombies.
But he had no other choice; he had to rely on this for so psychological comfort.
With anxiety gripping him, Yellow Hair nervously made his way upstairs.
Just then, he heard footsteps coming from above.
“Brother Zhan, there’s movent!”
Leaning against the stair railing, Yellow Hair whispered anxiously to Wang Zhan, “I hear sothing upstairs. Could it be zombies?”
“Bullshit zombies!”
Wang Zhan spat thickly and said to Yellow Hair, “If it were zombies, they would’ve charged at us by now given how long we’ve been talking! I reckon it’s a survivor from this building… Let’s go up and see if we can recruit them, and find so fun for the guys.”
With that, Wang Zhan motioned with his baseball bat, signaling Yellow Hair to keep moving up.
But after only a few steps, they encountered a man in a well-tailored, elegant suit.
His thick eyebrows and bright eyes exuded confidence and determination, and his gaze suggested he wasn’t here for a friendly chat.
He held a wrench stained with dried blood in one hand, and in the other, he was holding two leashes, seemingly dragging sothing behind him.
Seeing this scene left them montarily stunned.
This look was quite unique.
Upon seeing ng Xu’s appearance, Wang Zhan felt more emboldened.
Wang Zhan, with a blood-stained baseball bat in hand and a violent grin on his face, sneered nacingly.
“Kid, how many people are up there? Got any food?”
As a streetwise thug, Wang Zhan knew very well who to ss with and who not to ss with.
Exploiting the weak and fearing the strong was his way of survival.
Facing a suit-wearing office worker, Wang Zhan normally wouldn’t dare to look twice.
He’d fear endless legal troubles and, given the expensive attire, this person likely had wealth and connections—so “big brother” who might retaliate.
But now, tis have changed!
There’s no way an office worker could be stronger than him in terms of raw strength, right?
And he only had a wrench that looked about twenty centiters long, while Wang Zhan wielded a whole baseball bat!
Wang Zhan felt very confident.
Moreover, considering previous encounters, Wang Zhan believed he wouldn’t even need to lift a finger. Just his imposing words should make this “white-collar worker” shake in his boots.
Hearing Wang Zhan’s words, ng Xu tilted his head slightly and calmly said, “This is a private company, no unauthorized entry. Didn’t the security downstairs stop you? This is unacceptable, I need to report this and get a new property managent company.”
“According to laws and regulations, your unauthorized entry… ahem, is illegal. If you don’t believe , I can go to the thirteenth floor and bring Attorney Zhang Wei down to discuss this with you!”
ng Xu’s voice was serious, kindly advising Wang Zhan on the right course of action.
“It’s not too late to leave now. Don’t end up shedding tears of regret in a prison cell.”
Hearing ng Xu’s words, both Yellow Hair and Wang Zhan were stunned.
What’s going on?
“Do you even know what’s happening outside?!”
Yellow Hair sneered, finding ng Xu’s naivety amusing, almost laughable.
Next to him, Wang Zhan felt a rush of delight, thinking that today he was in for so real fun.
“Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, huh? Looks like it’s ti to show you both what’s what.”
ng Xu felt disappointed, thinking how different people could be.
“Manager Zhang, Chi Wei, can you hurry up? Security is useless, and I’m relying on you two!”
Hearing ng Xu’s words, Yellow Hair was instantly taken aback, unsure what to do, while Wang Zhan shouted from behind, “What are you waiting for?! Kill him first! There are more people upstairs!”
With ng Xu’s words, Wang Zhan quickly assessed the situation—there were more people upstairs, not just ng Xu.
Swift action was needed.
First, take down this suited guy, then deal with the rest!
As soon as he heard Wang Zhan, Yellow Hair snapped out of his daze and hurriedly moved forward, intending to swing his kitchen knife.
While the knife proved diocre against zombies, it had potential for human targets.
Given the zombie blood on the knife, any cut would likely infect the victim.
Of course, Yellow Hair had never used it on a person before, so he didn’t know for sure. But this might be the first ti!
Seeing Yellow Hair charging aggressively, ng Xu didn’t hesitate. He swiftly smacked the wrench down, producing a tallic clang. Then he kicked out, making Yellow Hair lose his balance instantly.
“Ah!”
Yellow Hair scread, tumbling down the stairs.
Behind him, Wang Zhan was knocked back by Yellow Hair, stumbling a few steps and montarily delayed.
“Useless!”
Wang Zhan’s face turned livid with anger. Without hesitation, he pushed Yellow Hair aside and was about to advance with his bat. But then he noticed the two figures behind ng Xu, and his pupils suddenly contracted!
Next, he saw ng Xu calmly taking out a brown bottle and pouring so liquid onto the wrench.
“Don’t worry, I dabbed so iodine on the wrench. We can fight while disinfecting; there’s no risk of infection.”
With that, ng Xu raised the wrench high.
Thinking for a mont, he decided to deliver a line—a popular one in web novels.
“You have chosen the path of death!”
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Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit – a Chinese expression that ans “we can either do it the easy way or the hard way. It’s your choice.”
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