Chapter 157 - Chapter 157: Chapter 157: The Last Day Tycoon (22)

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: The Last Day Tycoon (22)

“Hands up, everybody!”

The rough reprimand came from above the container.

Startled, Yi Xiao and He Cheng’s grips loosened, and the object they were carrying dropped to the ground with a thud, revealing bullets inside the box.

Brother Yong and Brother Bao in the container heard the sound and quieted down, pricking their ears to listen to the movements outside.

“Hands up, I said!” the person above barked again.

Yi Xiao and He Cheng nearly synchronized.

Hands up, they crouched and covered their heads.

“Those inside, hands up and come out!”

Brother Yong passed a gun to Brother Bao, making a gangster hand gesture.

Brother Bao: “???” What?

Brother Yong: “…”

Brother Yong whispered, “I’ll go out first, you see how it goes.”

He could still see Yi Xiao from his position, Yi Xiao’s fingers touching the ground, pointing in a direction.

Brother Yong took a deep breath, and just as he was about to rush out, he saw a shadow drop down, landing with a thump right in front of Yi Xiao and He Cheng.

The girl jumped down from up high, kicking the person in the abdomen.

The gun flew out of the man’s hand, his body sliding backward until it hit the container and stopped.

Brother Yong: “…”

Can’t you give me a chance to prove myself?

“All of you, stay f***ing still!”

Countless gun muzzles were aimed at them, with people appearing from atop and on both sides of the containers—they were surrounded.

Brother Yong: “…” Isn’t it my turn now?

But Miss Chuzheng stood there with an open, unguarded expression… raising her hands?!

That’s not boss-like!

Where’s your domineering aura?

Why surrender just like that?

Yi Xiao and He Cheng, already crouching, didn’t need to change their positions and just continued to squat.

“Put down your weapons!”

“I’m talking to you, f***, did you hear me? Put down your weapons!”

“Bang!”

Brother Yong’s hand trembled, and he dropped his weapon to the ground, being pushed over to Chuzheng’s side, while Brother Bao, who was still in the container, was also brought out.

“Why surrender so easily?” Brother Yong whispered.

“Too many of them, they have guns,” Chuzheng calmly replied to Brother Yong.

“Not that many, we could have made a run for it.”

Chuzheng leisurely finished her sentence, “We couldn’t have won.”

“???”

That’s not something you would say, is it?!

Where’s that one-man-against-thousands stance you had before?

What about that eerie Special Ability?

What kind of tactic is “can’t win”?

“You guys got pretty lucky,” muttered one of the men with bushy eyebrows, glancing inside the container, “to have stumbled upon so many weapons.”

“Mhm,” Chuzheng nodded in response, feeling quite fortunate herself to have encountered so many obstacles.

“…” Who the hell said you could nod!

But since it was his own remark, the man with bushy eyebrows could only manage a contemptuous snort.

The man with bushy eyebrows eyed Chuzheng suspiciously. This young lady acted quite differently from the other women they had encountered.

There was no panic on her face, nor the kind of flattering seen in some women.

She was too calm…

Calm enough to be frightening.

“Take them back first.”

“Get up, all of you, get up, get up, hurry up and don’t dawdle. Keep your hands where we can see them. If anyone tries anything funny, don’t blame me for being rude…”

The five were forced to follow these men toward the port’s office building.

The building was reinforced, clearly the base of these people.

They were taken to the second floor and directly locked in a room.

Chuzheng looked around, the King’s Account buzzing incessantly in her ear, it was getting on her nerves.

[Miss, hurry up! Your Good Person Card is still waiting for you to save it!]

Just let him wait.

It’s not a big deal to wait a bit longer, after all, didn’t he turn to the dark side later? Proves he doesn’t die!

[He turned to the dark side!]

Being locked up is no big deal, what’s there to be afraid of?

[…] Miss, how can you be so unapologetic about such a deplorable act!

You think just because you’ve gone dark, you’re amazing?

He Cheng waved at Chuzheng, “Miss Chuzheng, they’ve loaded all the weapons onto the vehicles.”

Chuzheng walked to the window and looked down, seeing people loading weapons into the vehicles and also moving other items, as if they were planning to leave this place.

Although the port had plenty of materials, should zombies swarm in, it would become a dead end. This place was not suitable for long-term residence.

“More people are coming…”

Brother Bao pointed toward the group approaching them in the distance.

Chuzheng: “…”

What a coincidence.

Among that group, the few in the middle were unmistakably Ning You and his companions, who had obviously been captured by them.

Such misfortune.

–

Inside the basement of the office building.

Two shirtless men leaned against the entrance smoking, while inside the basement, there were women’s screams, children’s cries, men’s angry curses, and the sound of whipping.

After more than ten minutes, one man, cursing and holding up his pants, came out.

In one of the rooms, three women and two children were locked up, along with two young men.

The women clutched their bodies, sobbing, clearly having gone through something awful.

Two children huddled in the corner, their dark, bright eyes filled with fear and despair.

One of the young men was lying on the ground. If his lips hadn’t been moving, no one might have believed he was still alive.

Next to him, a teenager sat against the wall with his head lowered, arm resting on his knee, fingers dripping blood onto the floor.

The dim light in the basement outlined the teenager’s frail figure, casting a twisted and ominously sinister shadow on the wall.

Drip-drip…

Blood drips into the pool of blood on the floor.

Just then.

A commotion of footsteps came from outside the basement.

The people in the basement looked toward the nearby door in terror as if a ferocious beast might burst through.

But it didn’t happen, the door to the basement was slammed shut with force.

Tat-tat-tat…

The sound of gunfire receded into the distance, along with the fading footsteps and curses.

No one knew how long it was before it suddenly went quiet outside.

An eerie silence fell.

It was frightening.

Thump…

Thump-thump…

The sound of footsteps slowly neared again, everyone shrank back into the corner, fearfully staring at the door.

There seemed to be voices outside, but they were too muffled to make out what was being said.

“Bang!”

The door to the basement was kicked open, landing inside and kicking up dust.

Chuzheng calmly withdrew her foot, ignoring the swallowing noises from a few others, and strode decisively into the basement.

The basement wasn’t large, and Chuzheng immediately saw the teenager sitting against the wall.

She walked towards him.

Chuzheng watched the still figure.

He couldn’t be dead, could he?

Impossible.

He hadn’t turned yet, how could he die so easily? Even if he were to die, it would have to be after turning, right?

That’s right!

Chuzheng calmly stood in front of the teenager. The three women in the basement were holding each other, trembling violently.

Chuzheng waited for three seconds.

Still no response.

Chuzheng: “…” The Good Person Card couldn’t really be dead, could it?!

Chuzheng’s inner panic surged, but her face remained remarkably composed as she reached out to feel under the teenager’s nose for breath.

She detected a faint respiration.

Not dead yet.

She thought so. The Good Person Card, about to turn, couldn’t possibly die that easily.

A sticky, icy sensation came from her wrist. Chuzheng slightly lifted her eyes, meeting the sight of the teenager grasping her wrist.

Blood… Blood!!

Let go!!

Chuzheng emotionlessly shook him off.

Perhaps the teenager hadn’t used enough strength, or maybe Chuzheng’s reaction was too forceful, because not only did she shake him off, but he was also thrown against the wall and collapsed.

Chuzheng: “…”

I didn’t mean to do it!

If I help him up, will the Good Person Card still think I’m a good person?