Chapter 650: Unexpected Trouble
If apologies mean anything, then what do we need the police for?
-Mo Ke
Barely ten seconds into our ride, the elevator came to stop, opening up to a sea of people.
For the most part, everyone was clumped up into groups of three or four amongst acquaintances, each group being separated by a fair distance.
Individually, they werent talking too loudly, but the sheer amount of whispering, coupled with the confined space, created quite a din.
When the elevator door slid open, the closest ten or so refugees were slightly startled by our appearance. Now this wasnt just me bragging or anything, but the girls were all top notch beauties, the kind who could win a pageant. Being surprised was only to be expected.
However, they merely gave us a cursory glance before returning to their own business. Perhaps the zombie apocalypse had dulled their interests in strangers.Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com
Yet there was always an exception to the rule. One such person, sporting a garish hairstyle with a mix of orange, red and green, mouth smoking an unlit cigarette and curved into a lascivious smirk, approached with an equally garish bunch of men. With one look, I could already tell these were hoodlums.
Look what we got here, boys. Who would have thought we would bump into a bunch of cuties like you four even in the middle of an apocalypse. Scared aintcha, girlies? Dont worry, those monsters cant hurt you now that big brother is here. All you need to do is lean in and he will handle the rest. The leader of these hoodlums tugged on his collars as if to emphasize his point. Theres more than enough room here for all of you
Big brother Youngest amongst us, Jiaojiao immediately ducked behind me like a startled little rabbit.
Dont be scared, they dont dare try anything funny here. I patted her head while giving the five hoodlums a sharp glare.
Help them? Do you think I was born yesterday?! Hmph. Ill take care of you lot later. The officer was finally done scolding the hoodlums and turned his attention to us. His eyes immediately went wide with shock, but quickly recovered a second later. Miss, may I inquire as to why you have a sword on you? Did the guards just let it through? Forget it, just hand it over to me for now, its illegal for ordinary citizens to carry weapons.
First off, Im a man. Second, Im not handing my weapon over to you. I firmly emphasized the first, and since I was already being rebellious, I decided to emphasize the second as well.
But your current actions constitute a threat to the other citizens. Officer Liao patiently tried to persuade us. I know times arent very peaceful right now, but that weapon in your hands is no toy either. The law doesnt allow you to bring a weapon into a public place.
I knew he was in the right here, but I still raised an eyebrow at him and curtly rebutted. Youre saying you want to take my weapon away then?
Thats right. For the safety of the others here, as well as yourself. Officer Liao nodded his head; his words couldnt be clearer at this point. In his mind, this zombie outbreak would be over soon enough. Once that happened, he would get into trouble for allowing a civilian to carry a weapon, while I would get punished by the law for doing so.
Naturally, all that was predicated on the zombie outbreak ending In other words, on Southern Plains receiving aid soon.
Honestly, his concern was only to be expected. A weapon made a person bolder. Ideas that would not have existed before would start to rise to the surface, nefarious ideas.
Especially now that the entire city was in chaos, maintaining law and order was more important than ever. Allowing a sword-wielding maniac to run amok amongst the populace would cause as much of a disaster as those zombies.
At the very least, I could guarantee that I was no maniac. Whether or not he would believe me was another matter. Just like whether or not I was going to run foul of the law was another matter.
To be fair to him, no maniac had ever claimed to be anything other than sane.
Perhaps youre right, but I have to insist on keeping my weapon, for my own protection.