“Let’s go, Xiao Nv Pu, we’re heading to the gas station!”
Leaning back in the seat in a more comfortable position, Zuo Feng began to strategize in his mind—once they reached the base where Xiao Mi Tao worked, how he would train the five Zhan Wu Zha combination of Da Bai Tu, Xiao Mi Tao, Xiao Shao Fu, Xiao Chu Niang, and Xiao Nv Pu.
After all, the cruelty of the apocalypse allowed no room for complacency; he didn’t expect them to become reliable combatants, but they at least needed the ability to protect themselves.
Zuo Feng’s gaze swept over the desolate scenery outside the car window, and he secretly resolved in his heart that no matter what, he had to protect these girls who trusted him.
“Stop the car.”
Zuo Feng’s voice became serious. One hundred and fifty meters from the gas station, two SUVs were parked at the entrance leading into the gas station.
Previously, walls had blocked his view, and it wasn’t until he drove into the gas station’s turn-off that Zuo Feng realized the gas station was not empty; dozens of various private vehicles were parked inside.
There were also two large trucks parked not far away. The zombies that had been in the gas station had already been cleared out, and a dozen zombie corpses were haphazardly piled in an open area.
Inside the gas station, more than a dozen women in prison uniforms were busily refueling cars, filling empty oil drums with fuel, and moving supplies onto the large trucks.
Zuo Feng held the walkie-talkie, his tone serious: “Get out, be on guard.”
He saw five women with weapons approaching. Zuo Feng clearly saw two rifles and one shotgun; the other two were holding stun batons. At this point, retreating was clearly not an option.
Zuo Feng took a deep breath, opened the car door, and slowly got out, his eyes sharp, scanning his surroundings as he stepped forward.
Behind him, pairs of long, fair legs emerged from the car doors. Zuo Feng, Da Mi Tao, and Xiao She Jing stood at the very front. The Zhan Wu Zha group behind them didn’t bring their compound bows but had instead switched to rifles, on tense alert. Against humans, firearms naturally had more deterrent power than compound bows. Kong Ling and Xiao Tongtong remained in the car.
People in prison uniforms carrying guns—no one would think they were good news, even if the other side was all women!
Zuo Feng stood his ground, staring at the five women walking towards him. The leader was a tall woman with cold eyes, her rifle particularly conspicuous in her hand.
The five on the other side clearly hadn't expected to encounter such a well-equipped armed team. The leading woman paused slightly, then quickly made a gesture, and the five stopped fifty meters from Zuo Feng.
Zuo Feng stood upright at the very front, his eyes narrowed, staring at the leading woman without saying a word. He saw one of the women holding a stun baton run towards the gas station.
She was probably going to notify the one in charge. Since she wasn’t the main person, Zuo Feng didn’t intend to say anything to her. Both sides fell into a silent standoff, and the atmosphere in the air gradually grew tense.
Inside the gas station, a figure as corpulent as a meat mound was tormenting men.
By the wall, a slender woman in tight black clothing leaned lazily against it, idly trimming her nails with a knife, oblivious to everything around her…
Just then, a woman pushed open the door and burst in, her voice urgent: “Big Sister! Second Sister! There’s a man and seven women outside!”
This woman was the one who had left earlier with the stun baton. Clearly, Zuo Feng’s guess was correct; this woman had come to notify the people in charge.
“Capture the man, seize the supplies, release the women. If they resist, kill them. Do I still need to tell you this?”
The fat woman continued to torment the men around her; she was clearly Big Sister. The woman trimming her nails beside her remained bored, her gaze not even shifting, clearly unconcerned by this.
The woman with the stun baton said with some hesitation: “But they have guns! Lan Jie told me to ask Big Sister and Second Sister for their opinion.”
Lan Jie was the leading woman currently in a standoff with Zuo Feng.
The fat meat mound waved her hand dismissively, signaling the woman with the stun baton to retreat: “Then let them go. If they don’t cause trouble, just ignore them.”
However, the woman holding the stun baton did not retreat; she responded with some hesitation:
“But, the leading man is tall and handsome, and looks very strong; Lan Jie is undecided…”
She knew Big Sister was insatiable. The eight men they had captured in the past few days weren’t enough to satisfy her, and three had already been tormented to death by Big Sister and thrown to the zombies.
The man they encountered outside was a prime specimen; Big Sister would definitely not let him go once she saw him.
The only problem was that the other side had guns, which was a bit troublesome. As for Second Sister, there was no need to ask her. These people were divided into two small groups, and Big Sister and Second Sister weren’t as harmonious as they seemed on the surface. She was Big Sister’s person, so a greeting to Second Sister upon entering was enough; the rest was to follow Big Sister’s orders.
As soon as the fat meat mound heard “prime man,” her eyes immediately lit up, and she urged impatiently: “Let’s go, let’s see!”
Before she finished speaking, she kicked away the man who had just climbed onto her, not bothering to put on clothes. Her obese body was like a meatball, with short, fat legs less than a third of her overall height, as she waddled towards the door.
After thinking for a moment, she laboriously turned around. Her neck had too much fat for her head to turn properly: “Do you want to come and see?”
“No interest. You’ll die by a man’s hand one day.”
The woman trimming her nails didn’t even lift her head. She looked down on this fat woman. If it weren’t for the fact that neither could overcome the other, they would have parted ways long ago.
The fat woman gave a deep look at the so-called Second Sister, who was still trimming her nails. Her narrow little eyes, squeezed by a face full of fat, were reduced to mere slits, making it impossible to discern the fat woman’s current expression.
Zuo Feng, who was in a silent standoff, seemed to catch a glimpse of something rolling out of the gas station mini-mart from the corner of his eye.
Upon closer inspection, Zuo Feng almost vomited his breakfast—a running meatball, a running, ball-shaped woman, almost as wide as she was tall, and incredibly fat!
Being ugly or fat wasn’t a mistake, but looking like that and then running around naked to disgust people was going too far!
The meatball squeezed through the women confronting Zuo Feng to the very front. Her small eyes, squeezed into two slits by the fat on her face, looked Zuo Feng up and down. At this moment, the meatball’s desire was reignited; she wanted this man!
“Leave the man and the supplies; everyone else get out!”
The meatball’s voice was rough and grating. She had decided she wanted this man. As for the other women—the meatball, seeing these women for the first time, was consumed by jealous rage and only wanted to slaughter them all.
But she also knew that these women all had guns, and the gas station was right there, so it wasn’t suitable for a direct conflict. Otherwise, she wouldn't have let these beautiful women go; she hated all good-looking women!