What young person doesn’t like being adulated?
According to scientific arguments, men praising men often works better than women praising men, because when women do it, in a man’s mind, it’s like, "You’re after my money, you want to sleep with me." But for men, it’s like, "My brother understands me, my brother respects me, we’re inseparable brothers."
He gave a look to the four companions behind him.
The message was clear.
Five survivors knelt down in unison in front of Lin Fan, heads held high, tears misting their eyes as they looked at him.
"You’re really not cut out for this, go away."
Lin Fan shook his head, not impressed by their actions, believing that the eyes are the windows to the soul and that one can see the truth in them.
He trusted his own eyes.
After speaking, he walked forward. He now had to clean the shop; there were many things that needed to be done every day, and he didn’t have time to waste here.
As for the other survivors, let them find their own way to live.
They looked at Gong Hao.
"What do we do? He’s ignoring us."
"I feel something’s not right with this guy."
Feeling a bit of anger too.
Gong Hao stood up, his face extremely unsightly.
Damn it, risking our lives, struggling to come and seek refuge, just to be brushed off with a mere ’not suitable’—no one can stand that.
Gong Hao drove the car, creating a little distance from Lin Fan, becoming more furious the more he thought about it. Thoughts of revenge started surfacing in his mind, and once there, they became hard to shake off.
"Damn, when have I, Gong Hao, ever been so humiliated?" Gong Hao brooded darkly.
The four survivors detected a hint of madness in Gong Hao’s voice.
They instantly realized something bad might happen next.
Gong Hao stared intently at the figure in front.
His foot pressed down on the accelerator.
Hands gripping the steering wheel.
"Damn it, lie down for me."
The survivors inside the car held onto the armrests, eyes wide open. The scene that was about to happen played in their minds: the sword-carrying survivor being hit and flying through the air.
Hearing the noise from behind,
Lin Fan turned around, watching the fast-approaching sedan, standing motionless. He had often seen such situations—dodging would just be a waste of time.
"Heh, scared stiff, are you? No matter if you can chop down zombies, what good is it? You’re not made of iron," Gong Hao sneered, thinking back to the peaceful times when he dared to commit illegal deeds under the law, now in the apocalypse, he feared even less.
If there weren’t a lack of opportunities,
he would have risen long ago.
The collision occurred.
There was no scene of Lin Fan being knocked away as imagined.
The car’s hood was dented.
Lin Fan stood completely unmoved.
A survivor who didn’t wear a seatbelt in the passenger’s seat was flung out through the shattered glass immediately; the car now emitted thick smoke as if it had hit an iron pillar.
The airbags deployed.
Gong Hao was disoriented, his face bruised, his mind in chaos.
Lin Fan looked at the survivor who had been thrown out, lying on the ground wailing, then walked to the side of the car, gently tapping on the glass.
"It seems my hunch was right. Those with evil intentions, when rejected, never think of self-reflection but aim to harm others’ lives. Your behavior has been atrocious. I’ll take you to the police station; there’s a friendly Officer Huang there, who I’m sure would like to have a chat with you."
He used to be unable to see people with evil intentions.
But now, he could see it, by looking into the depths of their eyes.
Selfish, petty, timid, is that bad?
That’s not bad, those are personality traits.
The bad he saw was the kind that would harm others’ lives at will for certain things.
Gong Hao, listening to Lin Fan’s voice, felt dazed and confused, but after a moment he came to, and seeing Lin Fan standing outside, unharmed, his eyes widened as if seeing a ghost.
He was certain he had hit him hard just now; how could this have happened?
A survivor in the back seat who was in better shape, as if struck by a terrifying thought, hurriedly opened the car door and started running frantically into the distance. He was convinced that the sword-carrying guy was not human.
They had clearly infuriated him with their actions just now.
The aftermath was too dreadful to imagine.
For him, the only way to stay alive was to run fast and find a place to hide.
Watching him flee quietly,
the escaping survivor’s name was Da You. He had been with the group for a long time, considered an old member. When he was tricked into joining, he too had thought of fleeing, but succumbed to various temptations and indulgences, eventually getting addicted, believing this place was very good.
Therefore, he called over his best brother, telling him, "I’ve made a fortune here, come quickly with some money." His brother said that it was all the family’s savings and he shouldn’t be cheated.
He solemnly promised his brother, "Don’t worry, there won’t be any problems."
This business is like that—it’s all about continuous recruitment.
Eventually, when his brother realized he had been cheated and wanted to leave, he was imprisoned. Da You also brainwashed his brother, which never really worked, and in the end, in the act of violence, he too was involved.