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What was initially thought to be a dangerous prison break turned out to be a family reunion.
Song Jiu was still a bit dazed as he patted the thin back of the little girl, looking her over from head to toe. Finally, he felt relieved. Aside from her clothes and face being a bit dirty, she didn’t seem to have any injuries. Her excited expression and bright eyes clearly indicated that she didn’t look like a captive at all; in fact, she seemed quite spirited.
"Where's Dream Fan Sister?" Song Jiu wasn't foolish; the situation was clear. The men confronting him were obviously not Zombies, and Pockmarked Girl's companion was safe and sound. The little girl was healthy, yet Xin Mengfan was nowhere to be seen.
" Master Jiu, you’re quick on your feet! Didn’t you say it would take a week?" Before she arrived, her voice came first. Hearing her teasing tone eased Song Jiu's worries slightly.
The men figured that a fight was unlikely now and stepped aside to let the owner of the charming voice through, though their gazes still held some suspicion as they scrutinized the young intruders.
Xin Mengfan looked radiant, her smile bright as flowers. Her long hair was casually tied up at the back of her head, and she wore a cloak that dragged on the ground. With each step she took, her long, fair legs flashed into view, magnetically drawing the attention of the men on either side of the passage.
Song Jiu glanced at those around him; one young man’s eyes nearly popped out when Xin Mengfan walked past him. He could see the man swallow hard as he fought against his overwhelming desire.
"Mission accomplished! The little girl is safe and sound; I request my reward," Xin Mengfan said, completely ignoring the envious gazes around her as she walked straight up to Song Jiu and gave a mock bow. The cloak slipped down her legs, revealing her fair skin and provoking another round of gulping sounds from the empty warehouse.
Song Jiu couldn't help but chuckle; he knew Xin Mengfan was just playing around. However, he found it quite enjoyable. Those starving men had initially harbored some hostility towards him, but seeing Xin Mengfan like this transformed their expressions from wary to envious, then finally into deep jealousy. If their gazes were bullets, Song Jiu would undoubtedly be riddled with holes.
"All taken care of," Song Jiu said, still somewhat surprised. Listening to her speak and seeing her alluring outfit made it obvious what had transpired here. Yet he remained puzzled; these guards were not ordinary people. Even if Dream Fan had a sharp mind, there was no way she could have known about these men’s Zombie identities in advance. How did she manage it?
Unfortunately, now wasn’t the time for digging deeper into questions; Song Jiu had to swallow his curiosity for now.
"All set." Xin Mengfan dropped her previous coy demeanor and spoke with a thick northeastern accent, proudly pointing down the passage behind her. "Eight of them—seven down below and one over there." She gestured toward the foreigner lying at the entrance.
"Who is he?" A Hai asked in surprise as he focused on the unfortunate soul who had been stabbed in the forehead by Brother Jiu.
"How could you kill someone’s girlfriend?" Xin Mengfan teased, glancing at Black-Haired Girl who was sobbing in Pockmarked Girl's embrace.
The two seemed lost in their own world, still clinging to each other after quite some time. Song Jiu cleared his throat and said, "Ahem, Guli, we can catch up later."
"Hey, look at my head, almost forgot the important stuff." The Pockmarked Girl was in high spirits, completely forgetting the psychological shadow that Song Jiu had cast over her. She enthusiastically took the Black-Haired Girl's hand and introduced, "This is Song Jiu, my partner." Originally, the Pockmarked Girl intended to say "subordinate," but she hesitated and changed it to "partner."
"This is Effie, Xiaofei, my best friend," the Pockmarked Girl emphasized the words "best friend," as if afraid that Song Jiu wouldn't understand. In the end, she proudly puffed out her chest.
A Hai and the two Young Men exchanged glances and chuckled quietly. With Xin Mengfan's turbulent waves ahead, what was there to be smug about with those two little buns?
Song Jiu looked confused. He had mentioned catching up later, yet here they were, dragging things out with introductions. The long-haired girl had already extended her hand; he couldn't just leave her hanging. So he shook Qianqian's hand as a greeting and turned to the silent crowd of onlookers, counting heads. He asked curiously, "Are there only six of you?"
A tall man with sharp eyebrows nodded and replied, "There were originally seven; now there are only six."
The man's tone was somewhat indifferent as his gaze swept over Song Jiu and landed on the unfortunate soul at the door. He glanced at Xiaofei, who was shyly looking down, and said, "Effie, your boyfriend is dead."
"What?" Xiaofei was whispering with the Pockmarked Girl when she heard her name called. She turned around in surprise and murmured, "What about Ziming?"
The Cold Man sighed in exasperation and pointed toward the door. The next moment, a dolphin-like scream echoed through the warehouse.
"Ah ah ah!"
Xiaofei suddenly turned around, but the person had already departed for the underworld.
The girl, who had been slow to react, let out a piercing scream that startled many. Before her high-pitched wail faded away, she dashed like the wind toward the body and began to cry loudly.
"Ziming! Wuwu! Ziming! Aahhh!"
Her cries were heart-wrenching; anyone who heard them felt sorrowful and teary-eyed. However, Song Jiu truly didn't have time to waste here. Besides, that guy had been stabbed to death by him; lingering any longer would likely lead to complications. So he made a decisive choice to leave.
"Let's head back to the square; Sister Jia is still waiting," Song Jiu said. As soon as he spoke, A Hai and the others hurried over to unchain the lock from the door. Xin Mengfan led the little girl and glanced at the few men standing dumbfounded in place before throwing them a captivating wink: "Don't you want to leave?"
The men seemed to awaken from a dream, all but the Cold Man, who followed along quietly.
Xin Mengfan exchanged a glance with Song Jiu and playfully said, "I have more influence than you."
Song Jiu smiled and stepped confidently through the iron gate.
"Hey, brother, can you explain what's going on? We're still a bit confused," a plump man whose eyes seemed glued to Xin Mengfan hurried over to Song Jiu. He slicked back his greasy long hair with his fingers and extended his even greasier hand. "I'm Pan Sheng'an."
Song Jiu grimaced at the shiny hand, glanced at this rather rotund figure, and replied coolly, "There are Zombies in the camp. I'm here to rescue you. I'll explain more later."
Pan Sheng'an awkwardly withdrew his hand, realizing that Song Jiu didn't seem too fond of him. He decided not to press further and instead moved closer to Xin Mengfan, whispering, "Is he really the Master Jiu you mentioned?"
"Yes," Xin Mengfan replied without hesitation, blinking her big eyes at Fat Brother with a smile. "Isn't he handsome?"
"Haha, a young talent indeed! So handsome!" Pan Sheng'an was captivated by Dream Fan's smile, uttering compliments that didn't quite match his thoughts. After a few exchanges, he forgot what he wanted to ask and fell silent, closely following Dream Fan as he admired her long legs.
Song Jiu wasn't in a hurry to leave; there had been quite a commotion in the warehouse earlier, including Xiaofei's high-pitched dolphin sounds. He worried it might raise suspicion among the Watchtower guards. Peeking around the corner, he saw that the fool was still craning his neck to look outside, completely oblivious to the changes behind him.
With everyone gathered together, avoiding a fierce battle was certainly a good thing. The immediate priority was to return to the square and find a way to signal Luo Yu and her group before dealing with the Zombies mixed in with the Militia. Once Song Jiu made up his mind, he felt less anxious. Given the guard's amateurish demeanor, they wouldn't need to crawl through the grass on their way back; as long as they moved quickly, they could return unnoticed.
"Stop right there!" Just as Song Jiu instructed everyone not to make noise on their way back, a sweet voice suddenly called out from behind.
Frowning, Song Jiu turned around and saw Xiaofei emerging from behind Pockmarked Girl and Cold Man, who were supporting her on either side as she wobbled out of the iron gate. Her beautiful eyes burned with anger; Pockmarked Girl had a twisted expression as she tried hard to signal something to Song Jiu, but he didn’t catch on. Meanwhile, Cold Man remained indifferent, focused solely on comforting Xiaofei, who was sobbing uncontrollably.
"Don't make a sound; we can talk when we get back," Song Jiu knew trouble was brewing again. He could afford it; Luo Yu’s group couldn’t. So he turned and started walking away.
"You stop right there!" Xiaofei broke free from their support and dashed past everyone like a gust of wind. She grabbed Song Jiu and slapped him across the face.
Of course, the fierce slap did not land on Song Jiu's face. If such a sneak attack could succeed, then three years would have been wasted.
"Why do you want to kill Ziming, you murderer?" Xiaofei's tear-streaked face showed her distress. She was not unattractive; in fact, she was just as good-looking as Xin Mengfan, though she lacked the enchanting aura that Dream Fan possessed.
Unfortunately, Song Jiu had no time to appreciate beauty at the moment. Hearing her about to unleash another dolphin-like wail, he quickly covered her mouth and said fiercely, "If you don't want to die, shut up."
"Let her go!" Cold Man rushed over, pointing at Song Jiu with righteous indignation.
Song Jiu was utterly speechless. From a distance, it looked like Riverside Fortress; up close, it resembled a concentration camp for fools.
Pockmarked Girl was already a peculiar character, and her friend seemed equally dim-witted. Great, here came another self-righteous hero.
Sighing, Song Jiu turned his gaze toward the Watchtower. The guards there had yet to turn around but were looking around suspiciously. Clearly, they were also becoming aware of the strange sounds beyond Zombie's roar.
He still didn't know what was happening with Chef Jia. Although one guard wouldn't cause much harm, if the commotion here reached the square, the Zombies mixed in with the Militia might catch on. This would undoubtedly increase the difficulty of rooting out any traitors; without identifying the Zombies, no one would sleep soundly.
Song Jiu exchanged glances with A Hai and decided to ignore Cold Man's "justice." He twisted Xiaofei's arm behind her back while keeping his hand over her mouth and pushed her into the overgrown weeds.
However, what he didn't expect was that A Hai couldn't hold back the heroically inclined Cold Man. As they attacked from behind, one of them grabbed Cold Man's arm. Before he could react or counter their hold, he suddenly felt himself lifted off the ground and slammed down hard, kicking up a cloud of dust.
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