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"The Liu Family is notorious; anyone who crosses them meets their end. Everyone is just out here trying to make a living, so there's no need to court disaster, right? I still have some impression of Liu Erjie’s appearance."
Dai Yinzhi finished this sentence with a smile, casting a somewhat playful glance at Chu Donglin.
"How did two completely unrelated people end up together? If I remember correctly, Mr. Chu has had quite a few unpleasant encounters with the old man Liushan Shu... What’s this? Have you two made peace?"
"That's not something you should concern yourself with."
Chu Donglin coldly released Dai Yinzhi's hand and said, "I just want to know if all the food around here has been taken by you."
Chu Donglin's attitude was far from friendly; under normal circumstances, a fight would surely break out between them.
Of course, if it did come to blows, Chu Donglin could justify giving this group of Survivors a good beating and then taking their food.
These fellows didn’t look like the kind of people to mess with. After years of wandering outside, Chu Donglin could tell at a glance that most of these fellows were likely thugs before the apocalypse.
Such people always meant trouble, and negotiating for food with them was nearly impossible—especially in a situation where it appeared that Chu Donglin's side was at a significant disadvantage.
As he spoke this provocative line, Chu Donglin's right hand subtly fell to his side, ready to take down the fellow named Dai Yinzhi at the first sign of conflict.
However, a surprised voice suddenly broke the tense atmosphere in the alley.
"What are you all doing gathered here? Did you find something?"
Footsteps followed, and the Survivors behind Dai Yinzhi began to disperse. A sharply dressed young man approached.
He was a tall young man in his twenties, dressed in a crisp, immaculate white suit that stood out sharply against the gray backdrop of the city.
His chiseled face was handsome, yet lacked any hint of delicate charm; instead, it exuded a gentle and upright demeanor, reminiscent of a born leader, easily winning people over.
As he crossed through a group of Survivors and approached Chu Donglin, the stark contrast between their differing auras became immediately apparent.
The gentle uprightness met the cold arrogance of aloofness, and when their gazes locked for an instant, both were momentarily taken aback.
"Excuse me, sir..."
The young man's expression turned slightly puzzled as his eyes scanned the surroundings until they landed on the girl beside Chu Donglin, revealing a look of surprise.
"Xing'er! Is it really you?!"
He joyfully strode forward, reaching out to grasp the girl's hand. "I'm so glad you're okay! I've been worried about your safety all this time and was planning to send someone to find you... I'm just so relieved you're unharmed."
But a hand as hard as iron clamped down coldly on his wrist.
"Sir, please stop."
Chu Donglin stood firmly between them, his demeanor both domineering and indifferent as he blocked the young man's outstretched hand. "You are speaking to my woman. Remove your hand at once!"
Clang—Clang—Clang—
The moment the young man was restrained, more than a dozen Machetes were pointed at him simultaneously.
The Survivors surrounding him drew their Machetes, aiming the cold blades directly at Chu Donglin. The nearest blade was almost touching his face.
However, despite being threatened by these glaring Machetes, Chu Donglin's gaze did not waver even slightly.
He simply looked coldly at the young man in front of him and said in a calm but undeniable voice, "Remember, if I ever find you within a meter of her again, I will kill you."
Before the young man could respond, the surrounding Survivors erupted in curses.
"Bah! You trash dare to speak to Mr. Li like that? Who do you think you are?"
"A clueless bastard! I'll give you three seconds; if you don't let go of Mr. Li, we'll chop you up and feed you to the fish!"
As the Survivors shouted angrily, Chu Donglin's eyes suddenly turned icy. His cold gaze swept across the crowd, and a chilling murderous intent enveloped the area.
In an instant, the entire alley fell silent.
That domineering and indifferent look was like a sharp blade pointed at their throats, sending shivers down their spines.
When Chu Donglin's gaze passed over them, everyone felt as if they were pricked by needles and instinctively quieted down.
"Very good. This is how it should be. Now shut your mouths and listen to me."
Chu Donglin withdrew his indifferent gaze and the cold killing intent, redirecting his attention back to the young man before him.
This time, Chu Donglin not only released the young man's hand but also, like an old friend, carefully smoothed out the wrinkles on his shoulder.
"Remember my words, handsome sir... if you don't want to die."
At this moment, the young man seemed to awaken from a daze.
He looked at Chu Donglin in astonishment, disbelief written all over his face. "A... woman?"
The word seemed to strike him hard, causing him to involuntarily glance at the girl behind Chu Donglin. "Xing'er, who... who is this man? Is it all true?"
Feeling shy under the gaze of someone she once knew, the girl nodded gently.
Receiving an answer, the young man's expression darkened, a hint of despair creeping in.
Yet he lifted his head and forced a smile that resembled a grimace. "So that's how it is... I understand now."
He staggered back two steps, looking dejected as he turned to leave. "I will go and never disturb you again. I wish you happiness."
The surrounding Survivors watched as their leader walked away, unsure of what to do next. They turned their gazes toward the Scarred Man, who held a status just below that of the young man within the camp.
"What are you looking at me for? The boss has spoken; shouldn't you hurry up and leave?"
Dai Yinzhi let out a cold snort, casting a glance at Chu Donglin before she put away her Machete and chased after the retreating figure of Youth Xiao Se.
The other Survivors exchanged glances and followed suit, leaving only Chu Donglin and Liu Xiner behind in the alley.
Watching the group depart, Chu Donglin wore a faint smirk, as if he had witnessed something pitifully grotesque. He said lightly, “Xing'er, if you count to several tens right now, those people will come back. Do you believe it?”
Liu Xiner was taken aback for a moment. She looked at Chu Donglin with confusion, then glanced at the departing figures of the Survivors. Tilting her head thoughtfully, she began to count seriously.
“One”
“Two”
“Three”
“Four”
“Five”
“Six”
“Seven”
"Eight."
"Nine."
"Ten."
The girl was not counting quickly, but when she reached "ten," the group of Survivors suddenly returned from around the corner.
The young man at the forefront walked up to the two with a sincere expression and said, "I just remembered that all the food in this area has already been collected by us. You won't find any food outside."
"By the way, sir, your last name is... Chu, right? Do you still have any food on you? Would you like to come to our camp to replenish a bit?"
The young man looked genuinely sincere, like a true good Samaritan thinking of others.
However, Chu Donglin looked at his earnest expression and couldn't help but smile.
"Sure, I also want to see what your Survivor camp is like... Please lead the way."
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