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Song Yao felt a bit dazed at that moment, completely unable to understand the intentions behind the actions of Song Jiu and the others.
Ten minutes earlier, Jin Bo had driven back a strategically significant vehicle, which was desperately needed by the team for mobility. Whether it was through theft or deception, it was justifiable. But now, these three had brought back an unconscious individual of unknown identity and gender—what could possibly be their motive for this?
"Don't just stand there, come help me out," Jin Bo grinned as he tossed the unconscious Yang Xiaomeng onto the ground. Wiping his sweat, he turned to Song Yao and said, "Check it out."
"Check what?" Song Yao was taken aback, not understanding Jin Bo's meaning.
Song Jiu and Wu Wentao walked behind them, returning to the hollow without offering any explanations. They discussed a few things in hushed tones before handing over the fuel-filled vehicle to the graduate student and Yuan An.
"Go look for something up ahead, preferably a business vehicle. If not, a minibus like Pika will do," Song Jiu said with a frown. After a moment's thought, he added, "Don't go too far. If there's nothing nearby, just come back."
The graduate student nodded, taking the car keys and climbing into the vehicle with Yuan An. Before they set off, he asked, "What about this one?"
"Depends on the situation; you decide," Song Jiu replied. He trusted the graduate student's ability to handle logistics and didn't feel the need to worry too much. With Yuan An accompanying him, their safety should be ensured.
Luci was helping Dr. Zhong organize the few remaining supplies when she overheard their conversation. With a sigh of resignation, she muttered, "Yao Yao, I suddenly have a bad feeling about this. Are you really comfortable letting these three take charge?"
Song Yao paused at her words and then smiled wryly. "Who knows? It might turn out to be surprisingly effective."
Dr. Zhong and Huihui were puzzled by their cryptic exchange and curiously asked, "What do you mean?"
"What do you think about Song Jiu, Jin Bo, and Wu Wentao?" Luci nudged the two of them with her eyes toward the trio who were whispering conspiratorially.
"Feelings?" Huihui pondered seriously for a moment before responding, "They all seem quite impressive."
Dr. Zhong nodded repeatedly, hurriedly agreeing.
Luci was not satisfied with this response; she pouted and shook her head, saying, "You just don't understand these three people. What you see is only the surface."
"What about the inner side?" Dr. Zhong became interested upon hearing her words. Indeed, aside from having spent some time with Wu Wentao, he had little contact with the other two, so it was hard to say he truly understood them.
Luci smiled lightly as she helped Huihui sort out a bottle of pill-like objects resembling sheep droppings. She pointed at Jin Bo and said, "This guy thrives on chaos. We haven't seen each other in three years, but his personality hasn't changed much. He's the type who charges in with a long knife, reckless and impulsive, often acting without considering the consequences."
The nearby Chef Jia and others found her comments amusing and gathered around to listen intently as she offered her insights.
"What about Jiu Jiu?" Luo Yu asked with a slight smile, curious to hear what she had to say about Song Jiu.
"Don't rush; your Jiu Jiu is the grand finale," Luci winked at her mischievously before shifting her focus back to Wu Wentao. "As for those Field Duty guys you've encountered, they're mostly hairy brutes with simple minds—killing and doing is all that's in their dictionary. They're practically outlaws. As the leader of such a group, how good do you think Wu Wentao can be? I won't deny his personal abilities are exceptional, but a cunning thug like him is undoubtedly more dangerous, don't you think? Luckily, for now, he's on our side."
The audience nodded in agreement. Putting aside past grievances and focusing solely on their actions since forming an alliance, this tough guy did seem quite capable. In terms of personal impression, Wu Wentao gave a stronger sense of security than Song Jiu or Jin Bo, especially during those few collaborations between Ming Junwei and Wu Wentao; that feeling was particularly pronounced.
Although it ultimately ended in a disastrous defeat.
"As for your Jiu Jiu," Luci deliberately paused, glancing at Luo Yu with a smile, "ever since he came to Roundabout, trouble hasn't stopped following him. Need I say more?"
Luo Yu frowned slightly, knowing Luci was teasing him on purpose. He didn't take offense and replied with a smile, "You can't blame him entirely."
"I agree with that," Pockmarked Girl chimed in eagerly as an audience member. "Before Song Jiu showed up, our little life by the riverside was no worse than Roundabout."
"Gu Li." Chef Jia nudged her, his gaze slightly reproachful.
"That's how it is." The Pockmarked Girl was completely oblivious, continuing to elaborate, "At first, I thought he was just a hardworking and selfless young man, but it turns out that's not the case at all."
Luo Yu's brows twitched slightly as he smiled faintly, saying nothing.
"Seriously, we definitely don't know him as well as you do." Luci noticed the hint of displeasure on Luo Yu's face and quickly steered the conversation away from the Pockmarked Girl's unfiltered remarks. "After he came to Roundabout, he kept a low profile, but there was one thing that left a deep impression on me."
"What is it?"
"On the day we raided Strawberry Farm, honestly, those two strikes of his really caught me off guard." Luci wasn't lying; everyone present had blood on their hands to some extent. Killing was never something to be proud of. Sometimes it was out of necessity, sometimes for a goal. But on that day at Strawberry Farm, Song Jiu really didn't need to take action, yet he did so nonchalantly.
"So, what conclusion did you draw?" Dr. Zhong interjected as he noticed the topic drifting off course.
"The conclusion is this." Luci put aside her casual thoughts and nodded toward the Male Voice Beauty lying on the ground. "With these three together, I don't think our future will be too peaceful. We should enjoy this brief moment of leisure while we can; I can't quite figure out their motives."
"What are you ladies chatting about?" Jin Bo chuckled as he approached and plopped down in the middle of the group of women. "What's the good news? Spill it!"
"What are you doing?" Luci ignored his banter and pointed at the Male Voice Beauty. "You can't possibly—"
"What are you thinking?" Jin Bo rolled his eyes. "This is between Song Jiu and Old Wu; it has nothing to do with me. Oh right, Fang Fei, why don't you go help Yao Yao check things out?"
Song Yao sighed helplessly and squatted down beside the Male Voice Beauty with Fang Fei, asking, "Isn't this something Dr. Zhong should be handling?"
“Men and Women Should Not Touch Each Other,” Jin Bo was still the same as ever, his emotions coming and going quickly. In less than two days, the shadow of casualties had almost faded away.
Song Jiu and Wu Wentao whispered to each other for a while, seemingly finalizing something, nodding in agreement as they reached a consensus.
“Sister, do you think she’s a Zombie?” Song Jiu approached to stop the crowd's chatter and asked seriously, “Can you tell?”
“I can’t tell.” Song Yao, hearing his earnest tone, figured he wasn’t just wasting time and asked in confusion, “What’s the problem?”
“I suspect there’s a Zombie stronghold nearby. Old Wu and I were thinking we could do something about it, pull off a job that would give us enough supplies to last until we can set sail.” Song Jiu said this without changing his expression or heartbeat, as if discussing something trivial.
Song Yao looked hesitant. They had discussed the issue of Zombie strongholds before; their previous thought was to avoid them whenever possible and not provoke them. Although the situation was different now, their team didn’t seem strong enough to shake the Zombies' territory.
“Don’t worry, I have a plan.” Song Jiu knew his sister’s doubts and reassured her, “This isn’t our first time doing this. Besides, that Blonde Woman destroyed the Roundabout; we owe her a big favor.”
As soon as he said this, the hesitation among the group dissipated. He was right; if it were merely for supplies, some might think it too risky and not worth it. But if revenge was mixed into the equation, then the considerations changed significantly.
Song Yao lifted Male Voice Beauty’s head and examined the injury at the back of her skull. Frowning, she said, “From what I can see on the surface, she doesn’t seem like a Zombie. You know we don’t bleed this much when we’re injured.” She raised her hand to show everyone; Wu Wentao’s strike with the gun butt had been measured—enough to knock someone out without causing fatal harm—but bleeding was unavoidable. After touching it, her palm was stained with bright red blood.
“Not necessarily,” Song Jiu said, his gaze shifting to Jiao Ziqian.
Jiao Ziqian’s face flushed red as he defended himself with a stiff neck, “I’m a half-finished product; I can’t be used for comparison.”
Dr. Zhong, adhering to the principle of a healer's compassion, simply treated Yang Xiaomeng’s wound and said, “I could test it; the key is that we lack equipment and conditions. Generally speaking, Zombies injected with drugs have strong healing abilities, but from her appearance, she clearly doesn’t.”
"Will it be like with Guli and the others?" Chef Jia, one of the former leaders of the Zombie base, said, "Zombies are just a part of it. There are still some hidden among the crowd on the riverbank; it's not as many as we imagined."
"That's not the best; at least we don't have to worry about her," Song Jiu nodded and said, "Tie her up. Dr. Zhong, take a look. If she's not dead, wake her up and ask her some questions."
"Is she a man or a woman?" Ying Dou Dou, who had gone to fetch some rope, discovered something new. She raised her delicately made-up face in surprise and said, "Is that an Adam's apple?"
Dr. Zhong was taken aback by her words. He reached out to touch and replied in astonishment, "It is."
"What the hell, a hermaphrodite!" Jin Bo perked up, intrigued as he leaned closer. "Tsk tsk tsk, no wonder she looks decent; definitely a hermaphrodite queen level. But what a pity—why didn't she get breast implants? It's too flat."
Fang Fei shook his head helplessly. He wanted Jin Bo to be more mindful of his image but knew his personality well enough. He sighed and said, "Commander, she's a man, not a hermaphrodite."
"Ah?" Jin Bo and the few onlookers were stunned.
Fang Fei couldn't be bothered to explain further. He directly lifted Yang Xiaomeng's lace top, revealing her flat white abdomen. His gaze moved upward to see a black bra clasped at her chest; below the cups, it was completely empty.
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