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In the underground billiard hall known as Roundabout, non-combatants and the injured sat in a circle, each displaying different expressions as they listened to Xin Mengfan speak animatedly. Xiaofei and Pockmarked Girl flanked Chef Jia, both smiling and occasionally adjusting Jiao Ziqian's blanket. Dream Fan, eager to perform, narrated her story with vivid detail. Her freshly washed long hair was wrapped in a towel, with a few damp strands hanging down, droplets of water falling onto her chest, tracing the curves of her figure.
"Unbelievable," Chef Jia remarked, his usual indifference momentarily broken upon hearing that the person who saved them was actually Song Jiu's sister. "I had no idea Brother Jiu had a sister," Jiao Ziqian said, propped up by several pillows, his complexion returning to a healthy hue as he listened intently. Dream Fan took a sip of water to clear her throat and smiled brightly, "It seems I'm the only one in the camp who knows this. Thank goodness I have a good memory; otherwise, we might have missed each other!"
Chef Jia chuckled at this, replying, "You're Brother Jiu's lucky charm."
"I'm the lucky star; Luo Yu is his true lucky charm," Dream Fan joked as she concluded her tale. Noticing Jiao Ziqian's gloomy expression, she leaned closer to tease him, "What's wrong, Jiao Da Guanren? Are you feeling anxious about being out of the loop?"
Jiao Ziqian rolled his eyes in frustration. "At a time like this, I should be by Brother Jiu's side. Sigh... all the glory is going to Luo Yu and Liu Yan."
"Don't worry; Luo Yu and Liu Yan can't take that away from you," Dream Fan reassured him while drying her hair with the towel and casting him a comforting glance.
Jiao Ziqian feigned calmness and nodded thoughtfully. "That's true; after all, I've made my own contributions..."
"Indeed," Dream Fan agreed enthusiastically before delivering a final blow: "They can't take it away because Fake Taoist has already taken your place."
"What?!" Jiao Ziqian exclaimed, wide-eyed. "What can that guy do besides lead us around?"
"Fake Taoist is better than you in a fight," Dream Fan retorted bluntly, shattering any remaining hope Jiao Ziqian had left.
"Ugh..." he groaned dramatically, lying back down with an injured expression. "The title of Master Jiu's top warrior is about to slip away from me."
"Do you want to get it back?" Dream Fan asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
"How?" Jiao Ziqian perked up but then sighed again. "I can't really do much like this."
"Can you walk?" Dream Fan inquired.
"I can manage to walk but without much strength," Jiao Ziqian admitted reluctantly.
"What about driving?"
He paused for a moment before responding, "I can handle that..."
Dream Fan smiled slyly and gestured for him to be patient before shaking out her hair and moving closer to Chef Jia and the others to whisper something.
As fiery red rays spilled across the horizon, igniting the clouds with warmth, the sun sank slowly behind the western hills. At Intersection on the roof of HSBC Tower, Liu Yan and Xiao Wei stood ready with their guns drawn as Black Muzzle glided silently down the long street in search of enemy figures. In the center of the street stood two Fire Trucks blocking their path while Militia members exchanged their old weapons for more powerful ones, having confiscated firearms from defeated Foreigner enemies.
Ming Junwei stood proudly against the wind; Cyclops gleamed coldly in his hand as he took a drag from his cigarette. The ash fell away into the breeze as he surveyed the scene before him—zombies lay scattered across the street like discarded dolls.
Time flowed quietly as the Militia members felt their necks stiffen while watching the eerily empty street across from them where no enemies had appeared for quite some time.
"Xiao Wei, keep an eye on things from up there; I'm taking some people to support Luci," Ming Junwei said as he flicked away his cigarette butt and grabbed his radio. After a moment's thought, he added, "The enemy probably won't come now."
The two on the rooftop received this news with disappointment as they relaxed their guard.
"Should we check back home? They wouldn't have gone straight for Roundabout, would they?" Xiao Wei sighed with concern after expressing his disappointment.
"No need; I left people at home who will signal if anything happens," Ming Junwei replied firmly. He frowned slightly as he waited another five minutes while zombies emerged sporadically from alleyways but still no sign of Blonde Woman.
"Alright then; I'll go higher up for another look. You all stay safe," Xiao Wei responded before turning to Liu Yan. "Hey man, you should take some people with Ming Ge."
"Sure," Liu Yan replied without hesitation as he switched off his safety and headed towards the stairwell.
Downstairs, Ming Junwei gathered his team and exchanged greetings with Liu Yan before they all climbed onto a water truck platform heading toward Phase Two of Bright City.
Liu Yan joined Ming Junwei's vehicle where three men sat silently in the cab; they were surprised by how quiet it was despite waiting for action.
"Why hasn't she shown up yet..." The graduate student continued driving while mumbling aloud in confusion. "Isn't Blonde Woman supposed to be fierce? Has she backed down?"
"Maybe she has other plans; we only have numbers on our side—just targets in her eyes," Ming Junwei said while scratching his messy hair and offering Liu Yan a cigarette.
"It's been a while since I've handled one of these; I'm rusty," Liu Yan admitted as he leaned over to light it up and took a deep drag before adding quietly, "She won't go far; she must have something else keeping her busy—she'll come back."
Ming Junwei raised an eyebrow casually asking, "Have you dealt with her before?"
"Her? Caroline?" Liu Yan smiled faintly upon seeing Ming Junwei's expression change slightly in the rearview mirror before answering calmly: "Yeah; we ended up here because of her."
Ming Junwei didn't press further but nodded thoughtfully as they drove past long streets approaching an open construction site where two vehicles were blocked at its entrance. Behind them lay two bodies sprawled on their backs with deep gashes across their throats—dark red blood pooled beneath them indicating they had been dead for some time.
"You stay here and keep watch; maintain contact," Ming Junwei instructed Xiao Xiong not to descend from their position while he and Liu Yan led several Young Men into the cacophony of sounds coming from within the construction site.
Liu Yan adjusted his glasses as he looked at the mass of zombies at the bottom of the foundation pit and remarked approvingly: "This is quite an efficient way to handle things."
"We don't have much choice—the city is filled with them; when zombies come in hordes like this it's impossible to deal with each one individually," Ming Junwei replied as he flicked an ember from his cigarette into the pit below which sparked chaos among the zombies fighting over it.
As they made their way toward Phase One's area littered with corpses trailing blood leading toward the plaza ahead, they heard sporadic gunfire echoing from within an unfinished building—intermittent bursts suggesting two groups were engaged in combat.
Liu Yan glanced at a struggling rock band atop a stone stage displaying an odd expression before asking: "What's going on here?"
"Oh?" Ming Junwei turned back briefly laughing: "Just some self-entertainment—they're drunk and causing trouble."
After hiding downstairs for a while longer without incident, several Militia members returned from scouting around reporting that there were no signs of conflict near Building One—zombies seemed scarce indicating most had climbed up into that building instead.
Ming Junwei pulled out his radio tuning into Luci's frequency calling out several times until static crackled back in response.
"Brother Ming?" Luci sounded hesitant testing her words cautiously.
"It's me; I've just arrived at Building One—what's your situation?"
"Were you just getting here?" Luci glanced curiously at Yinuo beside her saying: "We're on the rooftop."
"Oh? Why do I hear gunfire inside?" Ming Junwei asked surprised. "Is it Yao Yao?"
"I'm wondering too; Yao Yao hasn't responded—I thought it was you," Luci said cautiously peering over toward below spotting them clearly.
"Alright then; stay put upstairs while I check it out," Ming Junwei instructed narrowing his eyes counting floors estimating where gunfire originated leaving several unarmed Militia members stationed at building entrance before quickly making their way inside alongside Liu Yan and others.
The hallway was chaotic littered with fallen zombies—limbs scattered amidst pools of blood mixed with thick corpse fluids creating an unbearable stench. Gunfire echoed from floors eight or nine fluctuating between distant sounds suggesting both sides were testing each other's firepower without engaging directly.
"Ming Ge! Why haven't these people retreated?" one Young Man asked puzzled: "Aren't they all part of one group?"
"They are together," Ming Junwei signaled for silence listening intently before whispering: "Their vehicles are identical outside."
"So what's going on?"
"It seems those inside didn't keep pace with Caroline or perhaps their radios malfunctioned preventing communication," Liu Yan explained calmly knowing well how Caroline operated: “She doesn’t wait for anyone—if you can’t keep up you’ll be left behind.”
Several exchanged surprised glances including Ming Junwei who frowned slightly asking: “You know her well?”
“Yeah, I know her pretty well,” Liu Yan replied pursing his lips without elaborating further when suddenly spotting something at the staircase corner—a foreigner wearing tactical gear lay sprawled on ground with a Steel Saw Blade embedded deep into their back almost completely buried within flesh.
Liu Yan’s eyes lit up grinning widely: “It’s Brother Jiu.”
“Hmm?” Ming Junwei glanced at that slender blade remarking: “Song Jiu?”
“Exactly,” Liu Yan said stepping over corpses pulling out saw blade wiping off blood onto clothing jokingly stating: “This is our standard weapon—it’s like meeting someone familiar.” As they approached closer toward gunfire levels more shell casings littered hallway walls marked by pockmarks while cement dust covered everything beneath them indicating recent activity occurred here.
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