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The ordinary driver, with a face full of stubble and an expression that seemed perpetually sleepy, had a casual demeanor and foam from shampoo still lingering on his forehead. He exuded an air of expertise, or so it seemed.
Well, if Zheng Yifan knew what he was thinking, he would probably laugh out loud! What kind of expertise was this? It was a complete misunderstanding; he was far from being a master. Among drivers, he was quite ordinary, just a nice guy who had been assigned to Zheng Yifan's side because he was honest and had good driving skills.
That’s how he ended up being chosen in the Two Major Legions.
“How could I possibly forget you? If it weren't for you, I might have died long ago. You’re like a god to me,” the young man said, his face filled with admiration.
“Shut up and get back here! Aren't you embarrassed enough?” Zheng Yifan watched the scene unfold, while Han Rui beside him was nearly laughing out loud. The bad guys silently enjoyed the spectacle.
Short Fatty across from them seemed to realize that these people were fearless; each one appeared calm and composed. Zheng Yifan showed no expression other than his conversation with him.
“We’ll clear the road for you. Please go ahead; we’re taking a break today!” Short Fatty suddenly declared, leaving Zheng Yifan stunned.
What was going on? Were they suddenly not going to rob them anymore? Just to let them pass?
Regardless of what Zheng Yifan thought, Short Fatty was resolute and personally started moving the obstacles aside.
These were already designed to be easily moved. The young men behind him stared in disbelief as they watched their leader clear the obstacles.
What was happening? They were actually moving the obstacles aside without charging a toll.
This was too surprising. Short Fatty didn’t seem like someone who would easily give up; now he was voluntarily sacrificing his profit to let Zheng Yifan and his group through.
It was evident that Short Fatty was short on cash—desperately so—and needed this one deal badly.
The brothers behind him were nearly in tears. They had always relied on this short and stout man to take care of everyone, putting himself last. Now, more than half of them had gathered enough money to become members of the Hope Gathering Place. They could finally have that enviable status.
But what about the others? They had nothing; all their money was tied up with others. If divided equally, each person would still fall short. Only by allowing some to become members of the Hope Gathering Place could they ensure the team's overall benefit. Originally, robbing Zheng Yifan’s group would have provided enough money for everyone to join.
But things didn’t go as planned. They thought they had caught a big fish and could feast well, but now they hadn’t made any money and instead found themselves in a mess.
“Brothers! For our leader's status, we can’t just let them pass like this; we must keep something! We’re not far off; only three brothers don’t have enough money. Let’s make this one deal—if we die, we die fighting! Let’s go for it!” A voice shouted from the crowd.
The sounds around them echoed, a cacophony of madness. They had completely lost their minds, willing to risk everything for their leader.
"What are you all doing? Step back! Get away, you can't afford to offend him!" Short Fatty shouted angrily as he turned around.
In front of him, a young man suddenly dropped to his knees, bowing before the driver.
"Uncle! Spare them, please, give them a chance to live. If you want a life, take mine instead; just don't kill them! They're actually good people!" The boy's voice was choked with tears, leaving the driver visibly embarrassed.
"Kid! It's not that I don't want to help! The thing is, I can't make that call. If you want to plead for them, go talk to our boss!" The driver almost slipped up. He had intended to say 'leader' but changed it to 'boss.'
However, the Superpowered Individual reacted as quickly as lightning, without a hint of hesitation.
This was what Zheng Yifan had instructed before leaving: never call him 'leader,' always refer to him as 'boss.' This was meant to help him blend into the crowd and ensure his safety while out in public.
If someone shouted 'leader,' the entire Hope Gathering Place would be thrown into chaos. Only one person in the Gathering Place had the right to be called 'leader,' and that was Zheng Yifan—there was no second opinion.
The leaders of the Gathering Place had also changed their titles accordingly.
Wherever Zheng Yifan went, he was always the most eye-catching figure. However, after changing the titles, everything became much simpler.
The people across from him were already terrified. Yet Zheng Yifan remained calm.
The weapons in their hands and their clumsy use of Superpowers seemed utterly ineffective in his eyes.
The warriors behind him were laughing and joking, but the cold glint in their eyes constantly warned those in front not to approach Zheng Yifan; otherwise, they would truly be killed—no matter the reason.
"Don't! Everyone, don't go near him; you'll die! People will get killed!" Short Fatty desperately tried to stop his own people; he knew they meant well.
But some things weren't that simple. In this Post-Apocalypse world, he had been very clever, having thrived in business for years without failure and being a prominent figure in the marketplace. Yet now, he realized he couldn't see through the people across from him.
Or perhaps they had already transcended the realm of ordinary individuals.
It must be his formidable combat strength that makes everyone around him feel so at ease.
However, the only concern was that driver uncle. At a glance, he could tell which fellow was strong, but ultimately, he was just a warm-hearted person.
He estimated that he was wrong only in one aspect: that uncle's strength was indeed superior to theirs, but within Zheng Yifan's team, he was nothing more than a weakling.
"Boss! Give them a chance; I know you can save them all!" He understood the capabilities of his leader—what kind of person he was.
He had once caught a distant glimpse of him on the city wall, and it was an unforgettable moment. It was just a fleeting scene of battle, as if a million soldiers had suddenly appeared, sweeping through the Zombie horde. All those figures radiated White Light, entirely resembling the war Puppets or something else released by their leader.
In any case, the combat power was incredibly strong; millions of Zombies fell to these White Light beings.
At that moment, he realized that his leader seemed like a god. Despite being an ordinary person, his combat prowess surpassed even the entire Hope Gathering Place.
From that instant on, he regarded Zheng Yifan as his only idol, even though he was not very old.
"Don't worry! I like this fat guy! He's a man of loyalty!" Zheng Yifan had already heard the story about this fat guy from those nearby and decided to help him out. The premise was that he absolutely needed to earn what he wanted through hard work.
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