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Perhaps it was the gentler aura that Song Yao and her companions exuded. The Mud Monkey no longer trembled, allowing Song Yao and Ying Dou Dou to support her as they stumbled toward the back door of the Store, moving aside the iron rack that blocked their path to slip inside. Chef Jia and Fang Fei followed closely behind, carrying towels and buckets, their expressions strange as they gently closed the store door behind them.
“Song Jiu, you’ve forgotten our agreement,” Wu Wentao tossed him a cigar, sighing. “I really don’t understand; do you know what you’re doing?”
“I do,” Song Jiu replied with a sidelong glance, his tone calm. “It’s fine; it won’t affect our schedule.”
“But why?” Wu Wentao raised an eyebrow, his curiosity evident. “Can you explain why? Do you know this person’s background?”
“I don’t,” Song Jiu admitted honestly, pausing before adding, “I promise it won’t affect our upcoming plans. Consider it a moment of kindness on my part—helping you accumulate some good karma.”
Wu Wentao opened his mouth, but all his complaints turned into a sigh. He shook his head in resignation and walked away, saying, “Do as you wish.”
For everyone else, this was merely an inconsequential interlude; their focus remained on the matter of going out to sea.
Song Jiu shared what he had seen at the Repair Shop with the group, particularly highlighting the luxurious space of the yacht. This excited those who had struggled amidst ruins for so long. After all, people still yearned for better living conditions; a cave was preferable to sleeping on the streets, and a roundabout was better than a cave. The island they were about to board promised ample water and electricity. As long as survival was assured, striving for improved living conditions was nothing to be ashamed of.
“Don’t celebrate too soon; we haven’t tested it in the water yet. Can we be sure there are no issues with the yacht?” Wu Wentao’s serious demeanor was quite stern. Cao Zheng and Dai Wei were experienced hands, but since the yacht was still on land and hadn’t been tested in water, no one could guarantee everything was in order.
“It shouldn’t be a big problem,” Cao Zheng replied cautiously, raising his hands in a gesture of uncertainty.
“Get ready; make sure the Fuel Truck follows us. That thing is hefty; two vehicles probably won’t be able to tow it,” Song Jiu counted heads and decided to leave Jin Bo to watch over the courtyard while preparing to take both Cao Zheng and Wu Wentao along.
The sky was just right, with light clouds and gentle winds—just as Cao Zheng had said, it was a perfect day to set sail.
Leaving the compact SRT in the courtyard, Song Jiu and Cao Zheng got in while Wu Wentao started up the Fuel Truck and drove off first. Just as they were about to depart, Song Yao rushed out from the Store.
“Wait a moment.” Song Jiu still felt concerned about the Mud Monkey; he called for Cao Zheng to hold on and opened the car door to approach her.
“What’s wrong?” Song Jiu asked.
Song Yao wore an odd expression, half-smiling as she said, “It’s a Blonde Woman.”
“What?”
Song Jiu followed his sister back to the store, where the dim light revealed the sound of splashing water. As he approached, he saw Chef Jia and Fang Fei helping Mud Monkey wash herself, while Ying Dou Dou slowly poured water from the side. Mud Monkey looked timid, her head bowed, her messy long hair damp and covered in foam.
"It's too dirty; we can't clean it properly," Song Jiu said helplessly, shrugging his shoulders with a light laugh. "We figured there should be a water-making machine on the yacht, so let's just rinse her off."
"Damn," Song Jiu cursed under his breath, completely ignoring his sister's explanation. With the sunlight streaming in through the window, he caught a glimpse of Mud Monkey's profile and couldn't help but click his tongue. Who would have thought that beneath all that dirt and grime lay a Barbie Doll?
The people cleaning Mud Monkey quickly stood up to block his view upon hearing Song Jiu's voice. After all, Mud Monkey was a girl, and as they scrubbed her from top to bottom, it felt awkward for a guy to be watching the whole process.
Ying Dou Dou squinted at him teasingly and said, "As expected of Brother Jiu; your eyes are unmatched."
"Cough, cough." Song Jiu felt a bit embarrassed. She was still a mud monkey when she came in, but now she looked like a foreign horse. He wondered what the young men must think of him; it seemed like he was taking advantage of the situation.
"Hello," Song Jiu fumbled for words, digging through his meager vocabulary for something coherent. He asked foolishly, "Are you okay?"
The wet blonde woman shivered slightly and timidly lifted her face. A beam of golden light streamed through the window and illuminated her porcelain-like face, washing away the dirt. Her pale skin had a hint of malnourished waxiness, and her deep-set eyes flickered as they met Song Jiu's gaze. Her thick eyelashes were free from grease and curled charmingly.
"Thanks..." came her soft voice in response, tinged with curiosity. Then she seemed to remember something and quickly turned her gaze away, curling up shyly.
Song Jiu swallowed hard, feeling his mind go blank. Without needing Chef Jia or the others to say anything, he realized he was acting a bit foolishly.
"You go handle your business; we'll keep an eye on her," Song Yao said, feeling a mix of emotions—strange yet somewhat happy, curious above all.
"Okay, I'll head out first. You all be careful," Song Jiu replied as he pulled himself together. He took one last look at the blonde woman's lowered profile before forcing himself to shake off the odd feelings and strode out.
At the T-Junction near the Bridal Studio.
Yuan An wiped his face dry with his sleeve and shot an annoyed glare at Dr. Zhong, who looked embarrassed and kept apologizing.
Luo Yu remained silent for a moment as he observed the group of unruly attackers before asking curiously, "How old are you all?"
"I'm fifteen," the dirty-faced woman answered first. Seeing that Luo Yu didn't seem inclined to use violence, she hurriedly introduced her companions: "This is A Long, this is Aku, this is Little Lu. Just call me Sister Jiu."
Luo Yu was at a loss for words as his gaze swept over the four cool and confident young men. He murmured, "Do you have any other accomplices?"
Sister Jiu paused for a moment, glancing at the three Young Men beside her before replying, "Our family has many members."
Luo Yu suddenly felt unsure of what to ask next. He had been squatting for a while, and his legs were starting to feel numb. He stood up and looked at Luci, his expression strange as he said, "You ask. I can't anymore."
"Is your family part of some kind of team?" Luci cleared her throat twice and picked up where Luo Yu left off, asking, "How many of you are there, and why did you attack us?"
"Beautiful sister, if I tell you the truth, will you let us go?" Sister Jiu was not foolish; she remembered to negotiate.
"Let's see how you perform." Luci's mind was somewhat overwhelmed. These individuals were vastly different from the Survivor groups she had encountered before, leaving her feeling at a loss for words.
"Our family has hundreds of people; this is our territory." Sister Jiu sniffed and seemed a bit excited when talking about her family. In her enthusiasm, she inadvertently aggravated her wound, causing her to grimace in pain. After a moment to collect herself, she continued, "We noticed you when you entered the city."
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