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In the taxi, Zheng Yifan glanced at the time on his phone, feeling that the vibrant nightlife around him seemed somewhat out of place.
In the apocalypse, life could be divided into twelve parts, each one thrilling. The constant tension kept him on edge. But wasn't that what made life exciting?
Of course, this was only possible because he had the real world as a safety net, free from worries about food and shelter. If he were to remain there indefinitely, unable to return, he would truly go mad.
In the Apocalyptic World, everyone was a bit insane. They were desperate, willing to risk their lives for a single grain of food, even resorting to killing their fellow humans just for sustenance and supplies.
Some would even draw their knives simply because they felt like it, turning against their own kind.
“Hey! Buddy, you seem a bit down. Life can be pretty stressful these days; you should learn to relax a bit. Why not find something you enjoy or grab a drink with your friends?” The driver was a bald man in his thirties, looking quite talkative.
“Recently watched Resident Evil. If the world really turned into an apocalypse, what would you do?” Suddenly, Zheng Yifan felt inspired to ask.
He didn’t have a clear purpose right now—perhaps he could make some money in the apocalypse and live well? Yet there was always a devil in his mind telling him otherwise.
The apocalypse was dangerous; living in someone else's Gathering Place meant nothing was under his control, leaving him feeling incredibly insecure.
Moreover, the time he needed to prepare for traveling between the two worlds took several minutes—enough time for him to die multiple times over.
“The apocalypse? That sounds like a good thing! There are so many people now; life is getting unbearable,” the taxi driver replied with a nonchalant smile as he patted his car.
“I have to pay 500 bucks every month just to keep my job; anything left is mine. If I can make one or two hundred bucks after that, I’d be lucky. And I heard they’re raising fees again soon,” the driver lamented.
“Ah, if the apocalypse really comes, I’d grab a weapon and take out those damned Zombies, then take all their money. I’d find a beautiful girl who needs protection and guard her, marrying her and starting a family.” The Bald Driver pointed at himself. “Don’t let my appearance fool you; I’m still single and barely managing to support myself. Nowadays, women want houses and cars. I can’t afford to marry anyone. I can’t even pay off my mortgage.”
The Bald Driver's laughter slowly eased Zheng Yifan's tension. Yes, everyone had a desire to protect and be protected. He wasn’t alone in this apocalypse; he had Han Rui and Su Qin with him. Though they were bought back by him, wasn’t it because of himself that he continued to survive?
If it weren't for the fact that he had bought both of them, they would probably starve to death in no time; those traffickers wouldn't provide them with precious food.
"Thank you. I think if the apocalypse were to come, I would still protect what I want to protect," Zheng Yifan said with a faint smile.
"Haha." The Bald Driver suddenly burst into laughter. "You really believe that? If the end of the world comes, you'd better hide and look for weapons to protect yourself. Who has time to chase girls?"
As the driver spoke, they arrived at Cross Street.
Zheng Yifan paid ten yuan for the fare and crossed over to Barbecue City.
In the university dormitory, four buddies were already there, with only the Youngest having gone back to Beijing. The others stayed in Shengjing.
The other four were planning to find jobs in Shengjing.
"Third Brother, we're all waiting for you. Old Da has some trouble at home; let's go check it out together later," Elder Brother Li Jun said, his chubby face glistening with sweat as he wiped it vigorously with a tissue, causing his cheeks to jiggle.
"Elder Brother, you need to lose some weight. It's only been a month since we last met, and look at you—you've gained weight again! It's obvious; people have double chins, but yours is stacked up to three layers," Zheng Yifan teased as he poked Li Jun's chin before wrapping an arm around his back and heading into Barbecue City.
Upon entering, they spotted Old Four Zhao Kai, who was the complete opposite of Li Jun—skinny as a rail, with bulging eyes fixed on their leader across the room.
Their leader was Tang Hao, a genuine Northeastern guy standing at nearly six feet three inches tall, making him stand out in the entire school. Moreover, his physique rivaled that of Schwarzenegger, constantly reminding others that he was not someone to mess with. Despite his intimidating appearance, Tang Hao was actually a soft-hearted person; whenever anyone in the dorm faced trouble, he would go all out to help. If someone was bullied, he would be the first to rush forward.
Of course, few dared challenge him due to his strong build and his position as the president of the Mixed Martial Arts club. Even when dozens of so-called "masters" from the Taekwondo club tried to take him on in a group battle, Tang Hao handled them effortlessly.
Now this tough guy had thick bandages wrapped around his head; his clothes were wrinkled and stained with spots of blood.
As they approached closer, they could see two bloody wounds on his face and even a bright red handprint.
It was definitely a man's slap, unlike a woman's. The fingers were short and thick, and there was considerable strength behind it. A faint purple bruise could be seen.
Seeing this, Zheng Yifan immediately understood the seriousness of the situation. Their boss must have run into some trouble.
"Boss, who did this to you? We'll back you up. Whoever hit you, we'll make them pay," Zheng Yifan said anxiously, his palms lightly resting on the stone table, fingers tightly interlocked.
Dusty stone powder fell down, piling up on the ground.
"It's nothing, just let my injuries heal. I fell on the ground," Tang Hao fabricated an excuse that no one would believe.
"Boss, you still can't lie like before. Fell? You can't get hurt like this from a fall!" Zheng Yifan forced himself to lower his voice.
"Enough! The boss was beaten by those bastards from the construction company. Everyone eat first and discuss what to do next. If anyone has connections, reach out. Then we can go see Uncle and Aunt," Zhao Kai said casually as he grabbed a skewer of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
Even so, Zheng Yifan knew they were just trying to comfort their boss. If everyone got too anxious, it would only make their boss more tense.
"Don't worry about me. Just eat, everyone eat. This meal is on me," Tang Hao said. With his injuries, he shouldn't eat anything too spicy or hot, so he only ordered a bowl of noodles and slurped them down vigorously.
"It shouldn't be something the construction company ordered; they're being careful now. But those social misfits might not care as much. Who told the boss to manage things in the town government?" Zhao Kai said hastily as he took a few bites and lit a cigarette, while the others sat around trying to figure out what connections they could find.
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