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Chapter Thirty-Three: The Warehouse (Part Two)
Such scenes were always somewhat unexpected, leaving the men feeling awkward as they solemnly retreated, leaving Song Yao alone inside.
Song Yao ground her teeth in frustration, wishing she could skin that bastard outside alive. The two women remained silent, their features obscured in the dim corner. Song Yao walked over slowly, and the frail woman instinctively recoiled, the iron chain around her ankle tightening, leaving her with nowhere to retreat.
"Don't be afraid, I... I'm here to save you," Song Yao stammered, her mind racing as she struggled to find the right words, resorting to the clichéd lines she had seen on television. However, the two women did not show any signs of joy or surprise.
The woman against the wall remained motionless, still lying face down. As Song Yao approached closer, a foul odor wafted from beneath her.
"How are you?" Song Yao crouched down, trying to help the woman up, but her touch was met with coldness.
A buzzing sound filled Song Yao's head as she quickly turned the woman over, her fingers probing for breath... there was none.
The woman appeared to be in her early thirties, with a rather attractive facial structure that now looked somewhat grotesque. Her eyes were wide open, pupils dilated, and her disheveled hair clung together in clumps. Song Yao couldn't bear to look closely at the wounds on her body; the stench from below indicated that she had soiled herself before dying. Although no fatal injury was found on her body, it was clear what kind of treatment she had endured prior to her death; perhaps dying was a form of relief.
The other two women stared blankly at Song Yao's actions, remaining silent. Sighing, Song Yao laid the deceased woman back down and checked the iron chains around the ankles of the other two women, discovering a small lock secured under the red pillar.
"Wait here; I'll go get you the keys," Song Yao said uncertainly, unsure if the two women could even understand her words before quickly running out of that dark place.
Glasses Man and his accomplices, along with his son, were tied up like dumplings by Chao Yifan and tossed aside.
Everyone climbed up the pipes on either side of the door to observe the zombies outside through the ventilation window. Sounds echoed from the iron door as nails scratched against metal incessantly; clearly, zombies had surrounded this place.
"How is it?" Jiang He asked as soon as he saw Song Yao emerge, jumping down from the pipe.
Song Yao sighed and replied, "One is dead; the other two seem... not quite right mentally."
"Beasts," Jiang He cursed under his breath.
Song Yao turned around and grabbed Glasses Man by his collar, pulling him forward. "Where are the keys?"
The Glasses Man, with an air of indifference, chuckled, "Old Liu must have gotten you into his hands."
"Don't you have a spare key?"
"None." The Glasses Man leered at Song Yao, his gaze lingering on her chest. "No need for that; we're all playing dumb here. Even if you get free, you wouldn't know where to run."
Suddenly, there was a loud thud.
"Ah—ahhh!!"
With a cold expression, Song Yao kicked the Glasses Man right in the groin. He let out a pained scream, curling up like a shrimp.
Seeing his father getting beaten, the Glasses Man's son rushed over, trying to push Song Yao away.
The burly boy shouted angrily, baring his teeth in a fierce expression. "You little bitch! Don't hit my dad!—Ouch..."
Jiang He kicked him aside and dragged him away by the nylon rope tied to his back. "Having a dad like this must be tough for you."
The Glasses Man curled up for a moment to catch his breath before breaking into laughter. His accomplice had remained silent, slouched in a corner pretending to be dead.
"Little Green Head, what good does it do to hit me? If you want to vent your anger, just kill me," the Glasses Man said as he propped himself up, looking at the two young people with mockery in his eyes. "Kid, is this girl your girlfriend?"
"You really must be tired of living," Jiang He spat, rummaging through his belongings to find something to gag him with.
The Glasses Man didn't struggle; instead, he watched them with amusement and said slowly, "What good is it to be all lovey-dovey now? Sooner or later, your little girlfriend will meet the same fate as those women inside."
Song Yao furrowed her brows tightly but remained silent, gripping the steel pipe more firmly.
"Do you know where those women inside came from?" The Glasses Man grinned and continued, "One is the HR manager—a female leader. Hahaha! She was trapped in the executive building, crying and begging us to save her. What a sight! She used to be so powerful, strutting around with her little handbag and driving a big BMW. Just a few words from her and we’d have to pack up and leave. And now? Who does she think she is?"
Jiang He, tired of listening to his nonsense, patted Song Yao on the shoulder, signaling her to ignore the Glasses Man.
Ming Junwei and the others jumped down from the pipe, leaving the Russian Brothers on lookout. The rest grabbed some food and drinks, sitting on the ground to pay their respects to the Five Zang Temple.
In just over two days, the group felt more exhausted than they had in an entire month. There was plenty of food; they eagerly tore into vacuum-sealed cooked dishes, the sound of smacking lips filling the warehouse.
Jiang He brought water and food to the two brothers on lookout and pulled Song Yao to sit with Ming Junwei and the others to fill their stomachs, ignoring the ramblings of the Glasses Man.
After passionately talking for a while without anyone paying attention to him, the Glasses Man felt bored and shouted, “Can I get something to eat or drink? After all, this is our stuff too!”
Chao Yifan shot him a fierce glare. The Glasses Man seemed somewhat intimidated by Chao Yifan, quickly averting his gaze and focusing on the more approachable Jiang He. “Hey, little brother, can you spare some food?”
Jiang He shook his head helplessly and tossed over two pieces of compressed biscuits.
“Can you loosen it a bit? How am I supposed to eat like this?” the Glasses Man complained again.
“Shut up!” Chao Yifan glared at him, his hand inching toward his gun.
The Glasses Man fell silent, not bothering to pick up the biscuits from the ground. He leaned against a stack of boxes, staring at the steel framework above, lost in thought.
“What about the people inside?” Song Yao couldn't help but ask.
Ming Junwei scratched his stubble awkwardly. “Don’t we have any keys left?”
Song Yao shrugged. “It seems we really don’t have any. That chain is pretty thick; we can’t break it.”
Bai Yudong remained silent, quietly gnawing on a piece of hardened meat product, his cheeks trembling as he chewed.
Chao Yifan wiped his greasy hands and stood up, walking into a corner compartment.
The sound of chains echoed from within, accompanied by Chao Yifan's questioning. After a while, Chao Yifan emerged with a helpless expression, rubbing his smooth scalp. "No good, he won't say a word. His eyes are glazed over; it looks like he's been tortured pretty badly. His mental state is a bit off."
"Well, we can't just ignore it, can we?" Song Yao hesitated. After all, this was a living person. They hadn't noticed him before, but now that they had, they had to lend a hand.
Chao Yifan raised an eyebrow and said, "Just give him a quick end; better than suffering alive."
"This little brother looks like he could do great things!" Glasses Man interjected unwillingly.
Chao Yifan huffed in annoyance and picked up a steel pipe as he walked over. "Aren't you just dying to talk?"
Glasses Man thought to himself, "Damn it, I was just trying to compliment you!"
Seeing the unfriendly expression on the young man's face as he approached, Glasses Man shrank back and hurriedly said, "Don't hit me! Look, I'm cooperating with you guys! How about this: you loosen the ropes on my son and let him feed me something? I've been hungry all night."
His accomplice suddenly raised his head and trembled as he spoke, "I... I'm hungry too..."
This person had hardly spoken throughout the ordeal, so everyone had barely noticed him. Now that he suddenly spoke up, it was somewhat surprising.
Jiang He and the others turned to look at him. He didn't seem very old, about the same age as Jiang He. His hair was disheveled and messy, but his features were relatively pleasant compared to the rough men they had encountered before.
Glasses Man was still somewhat righteous. Seeing Chao Yifan's fierce demeanor, he feared that this young man might just go ahead and hit him.
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