Han Shuang wasn’t the slightest bit panicked; in fact, she didn’t have any concerns. If Lin Fan’s abilities were only slightly better than an average person, she would naturally worry since this was a dangerous situation.
But in her heart, Lin Fan’s abilities were beyond what a human could possess. That they could hold onto hope and envision a beautiful future was largely based on Lin Fan’s strength.
Without truly grim survival experiences, one couldn’t understand the desperation involved.
Xu Zeyang said, "Bro Lin, are you going to check it out?"
Lin Fan smiled, "Of course. Maintaining Huanghai’s public order can’t be left to Officer Huang alone. Since I’m aware of it, it’s only normal for me to take a look. You carry on with your things; no need to worry about this."
He was thinking about where that group of survivors had gotten their firearms from.
What he worried about more was that others, having obtained firearms, might think that having a gun gave them the right to riddle the struggling survivors with bullets.
That would be terrible.
He didn’t want to see survivors in this post-apocalyptic world killing each other. Even if they didn’t care for one another, they could at least act like strangers and do no harm.
Han Shuang and the others nodded their heads.
There were indeed things they didn’t need to get involved in. Even if they went, they could hardly be of help; they might even become a burden since they were but mortals against others with firearms—a single bullet could mean game over.
This cruise ship was the only safe haven for many survivors.
Sleeping on the cruise ship, even if zombies could float on the water’s surface, was still pointless; climbing aboard was nothing but a pipe dream.
Deck chief Li Ke had been promoted recently and felt both excited and honored. Though his predecessors had not met good ends, he understood it was because they hadn’t been serious or insightful enough in their duties.
"Brother Li, that guy over there is the recent Grim Reaper, the Star of Misfortune. Whoever gets close to him ends up dead," a lackey quietly said, pointing to Yang Cheng’s figure, as if fearful of being infected by this Star of Misfortune’s bad luck. Until now, he hadn’t dared to make contact with the man.
Li Ke exclaimed in surprise, "Really that sinister?"
"Yeah, and not just sinister—he’s a tough cookie. What he does definitely outrages the heavens and resents people. Anyone who goes out with him is surely doomed by his schemes, yet every time he returns, he has something to show for it," the lackey added.
Li Ke looked at the seemingly harmless man, hardly believing he could be so vicious.
Lao He’s rule was to provide only a safe shelter, not supplies. Recently, providing a meal of porridge did help these folks hang on a little longer.
It’s only when people are backed into a corner that they truly push themselves to extremes. After all, pressure makes diamonds; the apocalypse is cruel by nature, with no one willing to pay for another’s weakness.
Those who can live will continue to live; those who cannot will eventually die.
These are the true rules of the post-apocalyptic world.
Just like in peacetime, if you don’t work hard, you won’t have money; without money, you won’t have food. Although a beggar might not starve, people do die in the apocalypse.
Li Ke saw a dinghy approaching not far away. "More survivors are coming. I didn’t expect there to be so many survivors in Huanghai. They must see The Lucky and think they’ve found a way to live, not realizing they still must rely on themselves here."
The lackey looked at the dinghies, several in number, with more than a dozen survivors. He imagined that these folks must have had a shelter before, but were scattered by a horde of zombies and ended up fleeing here.
"Let’s go, wait for them to come up. As the deck chief, I need to have a good talk with them," Li Ke said, always remembering his mission to settle new survivors and inform them of The Lucky’s rules.
The man responsible for the elevator became excited at the sight of so many survivors approaching. His job was a cushy one; all supplies had to go through him, making him the go-to person.
Think of Zhu Bajie from ’Journey to the West,’ whose job wasn’t as good as his—who had to make do with leftovers.
As the elevator ascended, the man waited eagerly to see their hair, their faces. The survivors had smiles on their faces, which, for some reason, seemed ferocious. He then noticed they all carried firearms.
Especially the white-haired man, whose smile sent chills down your spine.
Zhu Zhen, holding a shotgun, fired a shot, sending the man operating the elevator flying backward. Instantly, survivors on the deck screamed.
"Haha..." Zhu Zhen laughed ferociously, shouldering the shotgun and swaggering around like a bandit entering a city, arrogantly yelling at everyone, "Anyone who doesn’t want to die had better f***ing kneel before me."
With a roaring shout,
The survivors on the deck trembled with fear, huddling fearfully in a corner.
"Get them all up here," Zhu Zhen ordered, his arrogant posture like that of a bandit, ransacking the city unopposed, excited by the sight of so many survivors. In his eyes, this was truly thrilling.
Remembering his oppressed life in the past, where he’d lived almost like a servant, he felt that the apocalypse presented true liberation—doing whatever he wanted.
"Damn it." Li Ke, just planning to welcome the newcomers, saw the group of armed survivors and his face went pale. Without a second thought, he turned and ran.
Zhu Zhen immediately spotted Li Ke fleeing and, turning his head, arrogantly bellowed, "Motherf***er, I told you to kneel and you think about running away? You’re dismissing my words?"