"Understood." Zhang Lifei responded and turned towards Bai Feifei.
"Wait, I just want to say something," Bai Feifei said, her eyes intently fixed on Wen Yu, who was eating and drinking heartily.
"Get! Out!" Zhang Lifei didn’t care what Bai Feifei wanted to say. The matter at hand was simple: Bai Feifei had disrupted his father’s banquet for Wen Yu, causing both father and son to lose face! It was predictable that if things proceeded normally, once Wen Yu and his group left, Bai Feifei’s fate would be miserable—even worse than cleaning toilets!
Feeling Bai Feifei’s gaze on him, Wen Yu looked up, meeting her eyes seriously. Her bloodshot eyes revealed a kind of determination.
Wen Yu didn’t understand what this determination signified, but that didn’t make him any more inclined to listen to the whimper or venting of the weak.
Because it was meaningless!
Just as Wen Yu was about to continue with his meal, a flash of Black Light flickered in Bai Feifei’s eyes.
Then, I’ll help you one last time!
An androgynous voice echoed in Bai Feifei’s mind. Subsequently, a barely perceptible Spiritual Fluctuation streaked out, directly entering Wen Yu’s mind. Everyone present, including Wen Yu, remained completely unaware.
Bai Feifei understood. This must be the Black Light, using its last strength to influence Wen Yu’s thoughts and feelings.
And the effect was obvious!
"Wait." Wen Yu, who had just placed his chopsticks on a piece of mutant beast meat, paused and slowly said, "Let her speak."
Just a moment ago, Wen Yu hadn’t wanted to listen to such nonsense, but now, he suddenly felt that listening to a weakling’s rant might make for a decent side dish.
The power of the Black Light had already influenced Wen Yu’s thoughts!
"Lifei, didn’t you hear what your Uncle Wen Yu said? Let her speak!" As Zhang Wenhu spoke, Zhang Lifei lowered the hand he was about to extend and sat back down in his original seat.
"Go ahead," Wen Yu said, watching Bai Feifei quietly.
"When I was eight, my parents died in a car accident, leaving behind only a small amount of money and my five-year-old brother, An.
"At that time, our relatives considered us a burden and were unwilling to take us in. We had no choice but to live with our grandfather.
"From a young age, I understood life’s hardships and struggles. I had to drop out of school early to manage household affairs.
"An grew up under these circumstances. I did everything in my power to provide him with a good environment because I knew that while I could afford to be unskilled, An could not!
"I could sell my body to get what we needed to live, but An couldn’t be allowed to!
"Fortunately, An is an intelligent child and has always done well in school. He hasn’t wasted the sacrifices I’ve made..."
Pausing here, Bai Feifei glanced at Wen Yu, who was still indulging in his food and drink.
"But then the apocalypse arrived, and everything changed!
"What was once a valuable asset—my looks—became the root of all evil!
"You all think I’m just a whore, but do I really want to be one?
"I don’t! You forced me. I’m timid and weak; I don’t dare kill zombies, and neither does An. I taught him many things, but I never taught him how to protect himself or how to fight.
"Neither An nor I can fight, but that doesn’t stop us from wanting to survive!
"That’s right. I never aspired to be superior to others; I simply wanted to survive!
"To survive, I go from one person to another. Whoever is stronger, I cling to him like a fly, using my body to trade for even the tiniest glimmer of hope for survival. Is that wrong?
"Answer me, is it wrong?" Bai Feifei stared directly at Wen Yu, her tone somewhat forceful.
Wen Yu put down his chopsticks and looked seriously at the teary-eyed Bai Feifei. He slowly shook his head. "You’re not wrong."
"But what’s the point of saying all this?"
Wen Yu was a bit puzzled by his own choice just now. Why did he agree to listen to this weakling’s lamentations and venting?
There were far too many of these things, these stories. To be honest, he’d seen so much of this kind of thing in his previous life that it made him sick!
Everyone has a story, whether good or bad!
But it’s certain that when a person dies, their story will inevitably take a turn for the worse!
And these tragedies make people weak!
Whether they happen to oneself or are merely heard from others!
Hearing Wen Yu’s words, Bai Feifei let out a sudden laugh! With the bloodstains all over her body and her disheveled long hair, she looked just like a vengeful ghost!
"All this is completely meaningless!"
"No, it’s not entirely without meaning," Bai Feifei slowly shook her head.
"I said these things, first, to strengthen my own resolve.
"Second, to let you understand why you will die."
The moment Bai Feifei finished speaking, a burst of laughter erupted from the dining table. The laughter mocked Bai Feifei’s audacity.
In everyone’s eyes, this Bai Feifei was as weak as an insect; any one of them possessed the strength to crush her easily!
If Wen Yu hadn’t spoken up, Bai Feifei wouldn’t have been able to utter a single word!
"HAHAHAHA, Brother Wen Yu, you truly have great insight! If you hadn’t let this woman stay, where else would we hear such an amusing joke!" Zhang Wenhu clapped Wen Yu on the shoulder, roaring with laughter.
But Wen Yu didn’t laugh. Instead, he looked gravely at Bai Feifei and said directly, "Kill her."
There was no hesitation, nor was there any need for it.
The moment Bai Feifei said, "to let you understand why you will die," her fate was sealed!
Because she hadn’t hidden from Wen Yu her killing intent towards him!
And Wen Yu would not spare anything or anyone that harbored killing intent towards him!
Regardless of whether it was a man or a woman, an old person or a child.
This was simply Wen Yu’s experience and his way of life in the post-apocalyptic world!
Hearing Wen Yu’s words, Sun Aotian, at the side, immediately stood up. "I’ll do it."
Sun Aotian certainly had strong opinions about this woman. This open and aboveboard move was definitely the best chance to retaliate against Bai Feifei for "dumping" him!
As Sun Aotian threw a punch, a transparent fist imprint shot towards Bai Feifei’s head.
In Wen Yu’s eyes, the slowly moving fist imprint was, to Bai Feifei, like a streak of light—a summons from the Grim Reaper.
A flash of Black Light streaked by, and the fist imprint instantly dissipated in mid-air.