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In the early morning, the market in the ruins was bustling with voices, the sounds of vendors calling out their wares rising and falling like a symphony. It resembled a scene of prosperity from before the end times, if one could overlook the stench of decay in the air and the crumbling walls that surrounded us.
I followed Xie Yutong and Xiao Yu, along with Zhong Dali, who was as excited as a two-hundred-pound child, weaving through the crowd.
"Wow! So much delicious food!"
Zhong Dali's mouth nearly watered as he fixated on a stall selling roasted rats. The rats sizzled and oozed grease, their aroma wafting through the air. Unfortunately, our pockets were empty.
"Save your saliva," I reminded him. "We don't have many bullets, and even if we did, we can't waste them like this."
"But... but it looks so good..."
Zhong Dali looked at me with puppy-dog eyes, resembling a husky that had just had its bone taken away.
Xie Yutong shook her head in exasperation and led us to a relatively clean stall. It displayed some compressed biscuits and canned goods. While they didn't look particularly appetizing, at least they could fill our stomachs.
"How much for these?"
Xie Yutong asked, adjusting her glasses, a glint flashing across the lenses.
The stall owner was a one-eyed man who scrutinized us with a sideways glance. In an unprofessional tone, he spat out a thick wad of phlegm and said, "Five bullets for a box of biscuits, ten for a can."
"That's so expensive?" I frowned; this price was nothing short of robbery.
"Take it or leave it," the one-eyed man rolled his eyes. "This is the apocalypse; I risked my life to get these. Do you understand what inflation means?"
I was about to negotiate, hoping to trade some scrap metal or other supplies for food when suddenly, a commotion erupted from the center of the market, shattering the morning's tranquility.
"Robbery! There's been a robbery!"
The crowd instantly erupted into chaos, screams and curses blending together like a boiling pot of porridge, creating an uproar.
I saw a group of thugs dressed in ragged clothes, wielding clubs and knives, raiding a stall for supplies. The stall owner was a frail old man, powerless to resist, watching helplessly as his belongings were taken away.
"Wow! Exciting!"
Zhong Dali rubbed his hands together in excitement, his eyes sparkling with eagerness.
"Shut up!" I shot him a glare. "Don't cause trouble; we don't have many bullets."
Xie Yutong and Xiaoyu also scanned the surroundings warily, ready for a fight. There was no hint of panic on their faces; they were clearly used to such scenes.
"It seems today's market is not peaceful," Xie Yutong whispered. "Let's find a safe place to hide and observe."
I nodded, about to pull Zhong Dali away from this dangerous spot when I realized he was gone. That guy had run off faster than a rabbit.
"Where's Zhong Dali?" I asked, a sense of foreboding creeping in.
"I don't know," Xiaoyu shook her head. "He was just here, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared. That guy..."
I cursed under my breath; that fool had no idea where he had run off to. He wasn't going to get himself into trouble, was he?
Just then, I spotted Zhong Dali squeezing through the crowd, clutching a box of compressed biscuits with an excited grin on his face, like a weasel that had just stolen a chicken.
"Wow! I got it!" he shouted loudly, as if afraid no one would notice.
I was dumbfounded. This idiot actually went and stole something? Did he misunderstand what "exciting" meant?
"Put that down!" I hissed. "Do you want to get us killed? We can't afford to mess with those thugs!"
Zhong Dali looked innocent. "I didn't steal it; I found it! Really! They didn't want it anymore, so I just picked it up!"
I was speechless; that excuse was pathetic. Who would believe that?
At that moment, the group of thugs also noticed the compressed biscuits in Zhong Dali's hand. Their eyes gleamed with greedy light, like a pack of hungry wolves spotting their prey.
"Kid, hand it over!" one of the burly thugs growled, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth.
Zhong Dali, frightened, hid behind me. "Wei Na, help me! They want to steal my biscuits!"
I sighed; it seemed there was no escaping this today. Damn Zhong Dali!
"You want the biscuits?" I asked, trying to keep my tone calm, even though my heart was racing.
"Of course!" the leader of the thugs waved his hand impatiently. "Stop wasting time and hand them over! Or else don’t blame us for being rude!"
I smiled, a mix of helplessness and determination in my expression. "Then come and take them; let’s see if you have what it takes."
With that, I charged at the group of thugs. Since there was no way to avoid this, I might as well fight! After all, we were all facing death anyway; why not go all out?
I swung my fists and knocked several thugs to the ground. My strength had increased after battling armored zombies, making it easy to deal with these small fry—it was as simple as chopping vegetables.
Xiao Yu also drew her pistol and shot with precision, covering me. Her marksmanship was extraordinary; every bullet hit its target—truly a sharpshooter.
Xie Yutong observed the surroundings calmly, searching for an escape opportunity. She was composed and strategic, like a general planning a battle.
"Wow! Wei Na, you’re amazing!" Zhong Dali shouted excitedly from behind, completely forgetting his earlier fear.
As I fought, I kept an eye on the situation around us. I noticed that although the thugs were numerous, they lacked organization and their combat skills were weak—they were just a rabble.
An idea formed in my mind—a plan that could allow us to escape unscathed.
I feigned weakness, pretending to be exhausted to lure the thug leader closer. He looked strong and seemed to be their boss.
When he approached, I suddenly unleashed my strength and punched him away with all my might. He crashed heavily to the ground and took a long time to get back up; he probably broke a few ribs.
The other thugs, seeing the situation, immediately lost their morale and scattered like a bunch of frightened mice.
"Wow! We won!" Zhong Dali exclaimed, jumping up in joy, completely unaware that this victory was due to my strategy, not his "found" cookies.
I let out a sigh of relief; the chaotic brawl had finally come to an end. Although it was a bit perilous, thankfully we were all safe.
"Don't celebrate too early," Xie Yutong reminded us. "We need to leave here quickly; it would be bad if we attracted even bigger trouble."
I nodded and pulled Zhong Dali and Xiaoyu along as we followed Xie Yutong away from the market. We found a secluded corner to tally our spoils: a box of compressed biscuits, a few cans of food, and some miscellaneous supplies. Though it wasn't much, it was still a considerable fortune.
"Wow! We're rich!" Zhong Dali shouted excitedly, his eyes gleaming with the prospect of wealth.
I chuckled; this fool was easily satisfied—just a box of biscuits could make him this thrilled.
"These supplies will last us for a while," Xie Yutong said. "Next, we need to find a safe place to rest and regain our strength."
I nodded, about to speak when suddenly, a figure approached from a distance. It was a tall woman dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, holding an oddly shaped weapon.
She walked up to us, removed her sunglasses, revealing a pair of cold eyes.
"What are you?" she asked icily.
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