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"Brother Qing, are you really ready to give up?" After Zheng Yingsha walked away, Li Jun suddenly spoke up. Seeing Brother Qing chatting with Zheng Yingsha, he felt a bit confused about Brother Qing's attitude.
Chang Qing remained silent.
"If you really give up, then my youth is too precious to waste on something that leads nowhere," Chang Qing decided to talk more and do less, opting to take it easy in this apocalyptic world.
"Alright, since it's still early, let's head out," he said, patting Li Jun on the shoulder.
When the two of them reached the parking lot and loaded their luggage into the car, the discussion in Dormitory 301 had also reached a conclusion: they would wait for rescue.
Chang Qing was not surprised when the system informed him of this outcome. In the storyline, Zheng Yingsha was a part-time livestreamer who had stocked up on a large amount of snacks in the dormitory, enough for two people to last a week without any issues.
During this time, they had relied entirely on the original host for food supplies, which had remained untouched. In the original world, by the end, the host could no longer find food nearby, prompting Zheng Yingsha to finally bring out her reserves while subtly mocking the host for being unreliable—unable to even support her fiancée in critical moments. Eventually, it was only when they truly ran out of ingredients that they made the decision to return home.
Now that there was still so much food left, Chang Qing was certain that given their personalities, they would be unwilling to take any risks. If they wanted to wait for rescue, then let them wait; he wouldn't stick around!
With a press of the accelerator, Chang Qing drove off as the engine roared.
Meanwhile, Zheng Yingsha had just pulled out some snacks to prepare for a meal when she heard the sound of a car starting downstairs.
"What the heck," she said as she walked to the window and saw only a glimpse of the car's rear disappearing around the corner. "That guy is so unreliable! If he wanted to leave without discussing it, fine. But at least he could have said goodbye." Turning back, she continued applying eye drops to Xu Caiwei.
Xu Caiwei had slightly curled black hair and wore a long gray dress that gave her an air of cool detachment. At that moment, she was sitting at the table reading a book as if the apocalypse had no effect on her. When she heard that Yang Changqing had left, she looked up in surprise at the window but quickly returned to her reading as if nothing had happened.
Chang Qing and the system had stopped paying attention to the matters at the dormitory. At this moment, they had exited the school gate and stepped onto the main road of the city.
The Yang Family villa was located in the northern suburbs of Nancheng, over fifty kilometers away from Nancheng University. At this early stage of the apocalypse, most Zombies had mutated at home during the night, so there weren't hordes of them roaming the streets. Additionally, due to official recommendations to stay home and wait for rescue, there weren't many survivors driving away.
On the street, a few vehicles were parked haphazardly, with occasional sounds of struggle and strange hissing coming from inside. Chang Qing knew that these were the mutated car owners trying to free themselves from their seatbelts and escape the confines of their cars. However, successful attempts were rare; at this stage, Zombies still lacked intelligence and mobility.
When they encountered a few Zombies blocking their path, he simply crashed into them, which didn’t take up much time.
After traveling over twenty kilometers, they arrived at a gas station. The two of them got out with steel pipes in hand, ready to fill up their vehicle.
It wasn't that they didn't want to switch to other weapons; it was just that Hua Hua Country had strict weapon regulations. Even knives were hard to come by. The supermarkets only stocked various kitchen knives, which were too short for dealing with Zombies—using them would be akin to hand-to-hand combat, posing significant danger. Thus, they had been using steel pipes taken from their bed frames as weapons.
Li Jun stood nearby on lookout while Chang Qing inserted the card and began fueling up. Fortunately, the power grid hadn’t collapsed yet, allowing for self-service gas pumping; otherwise, they might have had to dismantle the gas pump just to get some fuel.
Just as they finished filling up and were about to leave, a flashy red sports car sped in and parked directly in front of the pump.
“Hey, you two up front! Can we borrow your Gas Card?” A young woman with messy braids and bright red lipstick stepped out of the car with an arrogant tone.
Her appearance bore some resemblance to an Underworld Princess from the male lead's harem; could she be that person?
“Yes,” the system confirmed.
What a little gangster! Chang Qing couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"The author's setting is the Underworld Princess, but in Hua Hua Country, the underworld is severely cracked down upon, so when the novel transformed into a small world, it underwent automatic rationalization."
Chang Qing: "So the male lead's Underworld Princess turned into a Little Gangster. That spoiled temperament does suit the male lead's Sovereign Aura."
However, he was not the male lead and certainly wouldn't indulge the temper of someone unrelated to him.
"The Gas Card is mine. If you want to use it, that's fine, but you'll have to trade something for it!" His Gas Card had a balance of several thousand, and he didn't mind exchanging it for something. After all, using the card for gas was only convenient at the beginning of the apocalypse; later on, when the power system collapsed, refueling would be essentially free. No matter how much money was on that card, it would be useless.
The young woman raised an eyebrow, seemingly about to speak, but a young man with yellow hair in the passenger seat got out first and said, "We should trade. We have cash; can we exchange with you?"
"Brother, you might as well just break the gas pump for a free refill. What’s the situation now? Cash is just worthless paper." Li Jun struck the steel pipe he was holding against the ground with a heavy thud.
"We need food and weapons." Chang Qing stopped wasting words.
When they set off again, there were three Watermelon Knives, two Hammers, and three axes in the car.
"I didn't expect those two to have so many weapons in their trunk." The car was already on the road, but Li Jun still felt a bit uneasy. The yellow-haired guy had agreed to trade and opened the trunk to reveal over a dozen various weapons: Watermelon Knives, Hammers, axes—everything.
"Maybe they specialize in this kind of business. Who doesn't need weapons when going out these days?" Chang Qing said calmly. After all, they were organized thugs; even if they didn't have Hot Weapons, they certainly had some cold weapons. In this apocalypse, weapons and food were practically hard currency; having these for trade made things much easier.
"Oh..." Li Jun accepted this explanation.
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