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Luo Yu's expression changed slightly as he sneered repeatedly. "A few hundred people? Are you kidding me?"
"So, you are monitoring us?" Luci suppressed her anger and continued to question, not caring about the truth of the matter.
"Not exactly. This is our territory, and we just happened to find you," Sister Jiu said, chuckling as she straightened her flat chest. "You all look pretty well-off. I was hoping to borrow some food and drink."
"Let's go." Luo Yu shook his head lightly. There was nothing to be gained from this guy; his words were full of holes, clearly lies. He probably was just a petty thief running around the city. It was surprising that these people had survived since the disaster struck fifteen years ago.
Luci also lost the desire to interrogate them. They were just a bunch of petty scoundrels. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Is there a pharmacy nearby?"
"Yes, I can take you there," Sister Jiu perked up, but her eyes kept darting toward the gun at Luci's waist.
Luci frowned and stood up, signaling everyone to grab their bags and leave. She didn't intend to waste any more time with these kids.
"Are you a cop?" Sister Jiu continued to pester them. Seeing them leaving the store in a line, she hurriedly called out, "Sisters, please let us go! There are zombies outside; we’ll die!"
By the time Luci and the others reached the street corner, they heard Sister Jiu's desperate cries from inside the store. Feeling irritated, Luci cursed under her breath and turned back.
Luo Yu grabbed her arm and shook his head. "Don't cause trouble."
"They're just kids. If she keeps shouting like that, she'll really attract the zombies," Pockmarked Girl said nonchalantly, inexplicably feeling sympathetic toward the children. "Just let them go; it won't affect us."
With no other choice, Luo Yu led Dr. Zhong and Yuan An back to where they parked the car. They stuffed their bags into the trunk of the Chang'an Benben and drove it in front of the Bridal Studio.
A few minutes later, Luci and Pockmarked Girl came out one after another. Just as they were about to get in the car, Sister Jiu limped out after them, stumbling and collapsing onto the hood of the car. With a pitiful expression, she pleaded, "Sisters, please help us! You all look like good people. Can you spare us some food? We haven't had a full meal in ages."
Luo Yu glanced at Luci, who looked pale with anger; it seemed they had encountered someone trying to scam them.
He rolled up the window and shifted into reverse to back out. Sister Jiu lost her balance and fell to the ground as Cabin stumbled out behind her. The three boys from the studio rushed out as well, helping Sister Jiu up but not pursuing them; they just stood there watching as the Chang'an Benben drove further away.
The car fell into silence, with everyone wearing grim expressions and an awkward atmosphere hanging in the air.
"Do you think they might be controlled by adults?" Pockmarked Girl suddenly suggested with an imaginative thought. "Wasn't there something like that before? Human traffickers would send kids out to beg for money; if they didn't get any, they'd beat them."
"Has nothing to do with Us," Luo Yu said calmly, showing no interest in probing into the backgrounds of the four. "We are about to set sail, so don't cause any trouble."
"They're just a few kids. It would be cruel not to give them something to eat," Pockmarked Girl murmured softly. When she saw that Luo Yu ignored her, she playfully nudged Luci and Yuan An.
Luo Yu frowned slightly and patiently replied, "It doesn't matter if they are adults or children. They have been subdued. If they had managed to grab a gun earlier and Yuan An got hurt, would you still feel sorry for them?"
Pockmarked Girl was taken aback. Sometimes her compassion overflowed, but she wasn't foolish either. After thinking it over, she realized Luo Yu was right; with their departure imminent, they couldn't afford any mistakes. However, the sight of the children looking at them with pitiful eyes still made her uncomfortable. She tentatively asked, "Then can we leave them some food and drink before Us sets sail?"
"We'll talk about it later," Luo Yu replied curtly.
Dai Wei was highly efficient. By the time Song Jiu returned with Wu Wentao and the others, he and Jiao Ziqian had already managed to handle the large truck.
The eighteen-wheeler was parked in front of the Repair Shop, with Dai Wei in the driver's seat trying to maneuver it into the workshop. Jiao Ziqian stood behind him, temporarily directing the operation, cupping his hands like a megaphone and shouting for Dai Wei to back up. Dai Wei was sweating profusely; he had never driven such a large vehicle before and found it quite challenging to control. To make matters worse, Jiao Ziqian was also inexperienced, alternating between telling him to "straighten up" and "turn back," which left Dai Wei feeling overwhelmed. After struggling for quite some time, they still hadn't found the right angle.
Song Jiu and the others arrived late and parked the Fuel Truck by the side of the Repair Shop. The entrance was only so wide, and with the large truck occupying all the space, they could only stand there helplessly.
"Ugh," Wu Wentao sighed again from the Fuel Truck. He jumped out, walked around to check the position of the workshop door, frowned as he calculated for a moment, waved for Jiao Ziqian to step aside, and ran over to Dai Wei in the Cabin.
Dai Wei felt a bit embarrassed and chuckled awkwardly. "I haven't really driven one of these before."
"I'll take over," Wu Wentao said as he patted his shoulder, tossing his cigar to Dai Wei before finding an angle at the side of the truck and climbing into the driver's seat.
"What does this guy do?" Cao Zheng asked curiously as he smacked his lips. "Is he skilled in everything?"
"He's an experienced driver," Song Jiu blurted out without thinking; it was too hard to explain what that meant.
"No wonder," Cao Zheng accepted this without question and called Dai Wei over to help drive the Fuel Truck. Before he could say anything else, they suddenly heard the roar of the truck's engine as it lurched backward without adjusting its angle, crashing straight through the workshop's colored steel wall.
Onlookers exchanged glances, utterly impressed by such simple yet brutal driving skills.
The weight of the truck made it easy to crush through colored steel; its rear wheels forcefully pushed against the wall while construction materials rained down from above. The Cabin twisted slightly to adjust direction as its low-hanging chassis firmly pressed against the metal arm of a crane, fitting perfectly into place.
"Go ahead." Song Jiu flicked away the cigarette butt and signaled Dai Wei to drive the Fuel Truck inside. They filled the Trailer's tank with fuel, then hooked it up along with the Fuel Truck and Cherokee, securing everything to various support points on the yacht. Cao Zheng pried open an Oil Drum in the corner of the workshop, emptied his water bottle, and filled it to the brim. He and Jiao Ziqian carefully poured it down along the mechanical arms supporting the yacht, trying to minimize any friction damage. Song Jiu was also busy, pulling out a pile of tattered blankets he had collected along the way from the trunk and meticulously laying them down behind the trailer. Though it was a small effort, it was better than having metal collide directly.
After everyone hurriedly finished these tasks, they estimated that there shouldn't be any major issues left. They rushed out of the workshop, climbed into their respective towing vehicles, counted down together, and started their engines while gently pressing down on the gas pedals.
The horsepower of the three vehicles was sufficient; the towing ropes were taut, and the fixed positions buzzed with sound. The brand-new Catamaran, just as everyone had anticipated, hesitated briefly before emitting a grating sound as it scraped against the metal supports, rust cracking under pressure. Oil flowed smoothly, allowing it to move slowly but steadily toward the trailer.
"Steady now, Lao Cao," Jiao Ziqian continued to play his role as a director. Cao Zheng's Trailer had too much power, causing a slight tilt in the yacht's position. He quickly eased off the gas pedal to maintain balance with the Fuel Truck.
Wu Wentao, who had been indifferent to everything, was stirred into action. He craned his neck from the driver's seat, eyes fixed on the yacht's movement, fearing that the trailer might damage this precious cargo.
Song Jiu was responsible for driving the Cherokee but was merely along for the ride. The engine roared while the tires spun in place, kicking up clouds of dust without contributing anything useful; instead, he obstructed Dai Wei's view. Reluctantly, Song Jiu abandoned this noble endeavor, unhooked the towing rope, and drove out of the Yard Gate.
"Come on, guys! Put in some effort!" As a bystander, he felt it necessary to cheer them on.
Song Jiu and Jiao Ziqian stood at the Yard Gate, vigorously waving their arms to encourage both trailers straining with all their might. Dust swirled around them as a rumbling noise shook the ground.
"Go stand at the entrance," Song Jiu remembered something important amidst all this chaos and instructed two young men to guard at the entrance in case all this commotion attracted zombies.
Jiao Ziqian rolled up his sleeves with excitement and said, "This is really intense!"
"Let’s sing!" Seeing that half of the yacht was already in position lifted Song Jiu's spirits. He shook his head and draped an arm over Jiao Ziqian's shoulder as he began to chant: "Ma oh ma oh ma~ he he oh~ he xi zuo he xi zuo ai~"
Jiao Ziqian blushed and seamlessly joined in: "Treading through rough waves~ stepping on treacherous shoals~ every sailor is full of courage~"
"Full of courage~ braving whirlpools~ facing raging currents oh~ water flying thousands of miles~ like an arrow our ship~ riding wind and breaking waves~ heading towards the vast sea!"
The two men were enjoying themselves without a care in the world. Accompanied by engine roars, they passionately sang a lively sea shanty while Lao Cao and Dai Wei strained to control their vehicles. The engines were so loud that their singing couldn't be heard; all anyone could see were their excited gestures.
" Brother Jiu! Stop singing!" A young lookout rushed in with a pale face and shouted angrily, "Damn it! Enemy attack!"
"Huh?" Song Jiu froze for a moment; when he turned at the sound of his voice, his smile vanished.
Just as the messenger finished speaking, a sharply edged brick flew through the air with a whoosh and struck him squarely in the back with a thud, sending him stumbling forward.
"Shit!" Jiao Ziqian exclaimed, quickly pushing the dazed Song Jiu to the ground. In the next moment, a rain of bricks came crashing down, and the nearby debris was smashed to pieces by a wave of red bricks.
In the alley diagonally across from the Repair Shop, a large group of oddly dressed Living People suddenly rushed out.
To safely transport the yacht, Song Jiu and his team had made several trips back and forth, already clearing out the nearby Zombies to buy time for the roaring engine. They hadn't spotted any Survivors in the area during their sweep, so where did this group come from?
"You all keep going!" Seeing Wu Wentao and the others preparing to get out of the vehicle, Song Jiu shouted back. The group in front was clearing a path with bricks, clearly without firearms. The two young men were armed, so holding them off wouldn't be a problem; getting the yacht secured was the priority, and nothing could go wrong.
Song Jiu snatched a young man's Rifle and fired a shot into the sky. Great Sword stood at the entrance of the Repair Shop, took a deep breath, and shouted angrily, "Everyone stop right now!"
Despite the engine roaring continuously, Song Jiu's voice pierced through to the group across from them. Surprisingly, the attackers actually halted.
Jiao Ziqian hurriedly helped the young man who had been stunned by the bricks back up. With both Rifles loaded and aimed at the encroaching crowd, he said, "What in the world are these monsters?"
He swallowed hard, stunned by the disheveled yet colorful group before him.
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