Little Tao, who stayed in the car, went from the initial panic to a now tranquil demeanor.
The change in his emotions had a relatively regular ebb and flow.
Regardless, he was now at ease.
Little Tao noticed an odd gaze fixed on him and turned to look, only to be surprised by Wei Hu’s resentful and angry eyes staring at him.
Little Tao flashed a brilliant smile, as if to say, "Why are you looking at me? I did warn you, but you chose the wrong path."
At this moment, Little Tao was very relaxed.
Even if Wei Hu was just behind, what of it? He couldn’t forget about Lin Fan carrying the car, that long-lost confidence instantly surged, leaving him comfortable and at ease.
Only now he felt a bit uncomfortable—his body experienced the trajectory of ascending and descending, and his bladder was bothering him, constantly feeling the urge to urinate. He could only endure, hoping to quickly reach their destination.
Xiangshan Film and Television City Base.
The patrolling survivors saw a bus fall from the sky, and they were scared witless. When they saw someone carrying the bus, they were even more agape and dumbfounded, as if they had seen a ghost.
Until they saw that figure.
They exclaimed loudly.
"The deity from Sunshine Shelter in Huang City."
An unchangeable nickname, in their hearts, he was a deity, able to lead them through the apocalypse and towards hope with a song of triumph.
"Brother Lin, where is this?"
Little Tao and the others got off the bus, perplexed as they looked around, and lifting their gaze to the large characters on the city gate. They were astonished—how did they end up in Xiangshan Film and Television City?
"This is Xiangshan Film and Television City Base, where a group of survivors live. I have some business here," Lin Fan replied. His visit aimed to check on them and also to see Zhou Peng.
Mao Ping, Tan Qing, and others hurriedly came out to greet them, their faces beaming with smiles. For Lin Fan’s arrival, they were truly welcoming.
"Hello," Lin Fan greeted them with a smile. He was now dealing with Xiangshan Base, which was in contact with other bases a certain distance from Huang City.
It wasn’t small in scale and was a significant force in the post-apocalyptic world. Xiangshan Base had invested a lot in their outer wall defenses, installing devices to prevent zombies from climbing. Perhaps these defenses couldn’t stop a real horde of zombies.
But they were somewhat effective.
"Who are they?" Mao Ping could tell they were survivors rescued by Lin Fan just by their appearance. As for why he asked, that was perfectly normal human curiosity—it’s common for people to ask about things they see right in front of them.
For example, on the street when meeting someone, people often ask what are you doing?
Is there any need to ask?
Obviously, they’re out shopping.
What else could it be, going out to beg on the streets?
Lin Fan said, "They are survivors from Qixia Tunnel. They ran into some trouble and contacted me. Oh, there are a few more survivors in the bus, not in the best condition. When we get back to Huang City, I’ll hand them over to Officer Huang. Please help me look after them."
Everyone understood instantly upon hearing this.
They had all read the "Zombie Album."
In it, Officer Huang was described by Lin Fan as the only police officer in Huang City, maintaining the city’s law and order. If Lin Fan entrusted the survivors to Officer Huang,
it must be a matter involving a homicide.
Gao Bo, who had been silent all along, volunteered, "Leave it to me, I love keeping an eye on people."
"I appreciate it," Lin Fan said with thanks. Looking at Gao Bo with a set of axes in hand, strong and muscular, he felt relieved to have him in charge.
Gao Bo walked towards the bus with a cheerful smile, clearly unable to take his axes on board, so he left them outside and stepped into the bus.
His imposing stature was quite intimidating.
Wei Hu, who stayed in the bus along with several other survivors, shuddered slightly at the sight of the unfamiliar and robust man, who exerted a powerful pressure on them.
"Hello, my name is Gao Bo, sent to watch over you," said Gao Bo, as he casually approached the seats and sat down, finding the seat somewhat cramped for his large frame.
Wei Hu was wary of Gao Bo. With such a robust stature, he was not someone to be trifled with, but he couldn’t just sit idly by and wait. He was always waiting for the opportunity.
Now his wrists were bound.
If it were before, he would definitely not think of a way out, but not now—he was an Awakener with superhuman strength, and breaking free from ordinary ropes was as simple as drinking water.
"You guys are not bad, well-built. You must have liked working out before," Gao Bo chatted with them casually. They were all promising candidates, and he loved teaching people to work out.
To let them experience the joy and charm of fitness.
He had even made short videos, telling viewers that men should work out. With scrawny appearances and skinny limbs, whom could you protect? How could you not work out?
"Mm-hmm," replied Wei Hu casually, his hands beneath the bench exerting a gentle force, snapping the ropes. Then he exchanged glances with the other survivors sitting beside him, a collision of gazes that sparked joy in their hearts. Brother Tiger was about to mount a last stand, to rescue them from danger.
They were full of anticipation.
Wei Hu, seated there, was extremely tense. Suddenly, like a tiger descending the mountain, he exploded with fierce momentum, wrapping his arm around Gao Bo’s throat.
Clearly, he intended to deal with Gao Bo inside the bus,
The other survivors in the bus, seeing this scene, were extremely excited. Their faces flushed red as they waved their bound hands, cheering for Brother Tiger. As for stepping in to help, that was simply unnecessary.