He had some understanding of the zombies’ capabilities, and knew that once their numbers reached a certain level, defenses like these were simply unreliable. What he had been doing was preparing for the survivors, specifically those survivors with ulterior motives.
Lin Fan said, "Professional tasks should definitely be left to professionals, and with your help in the district, I’m confident it’ll be even safer."
Gu Hang had long conversations with the old commander by candlelight.
The old commander told him about Lin Fan’s general situation. At first, it seemed strange to Gu Hang, but after careful consideration, he felt it wasn’t unreasonable.
Work in the post-apocalyptic world, earning money, abiding by laws and regulations.
He thought about having to pay rent for housing.
This was about living in the apocalypse while still adhering to rules, obeying laws, maintaining a belief.
"I need to get busy," Lin Fan thought about the trash on the streets and felt a massive headache coming on, knowing he couldn’t delay for too long.
After working, he still had to take Wang Kai to the water plant as he was a part-time worker there, and in the afternoon, he had to run to the brokerage.
He was actually juggling so many jobs.
He was really working hard.
Gu Hang watched Lin Fan leave, "I should put in some serious effort too."
He had no intention of just sitting back in the district and reaping the benefits. Instead, he wanted to shine, to bring about change in Sunshine District with his own abilities. His only skill was military combat, which in Sunshine District meant identifying weak points and establishing secret bases, preparing for the worst so that in case anything did happen, everyone could hide and avoid danger.
Lin Fan was busy, continuing to clean up the streets.
He took wave after wave of zombies to the dump, a monotonous and tedious process, yet Lin Fan always found joy in it, happy that he could clean up the environment with his own hands.
Cleaning the streets was unpaid work.
Even without compensation, he did the job with joy.
Cleaning up the area not only pleased him but also uplifted the spirits of others who saw it.
"Finally, the last batch of trash is gone."
He stood in front of the dump, looking at the pile of corpses, pretend-wiping sweat off his forehead. This was the fruit of his strenuous labor.
That’s what it should feel like to do something.
Sometimes you can’t be concerned with what you gain or lose.
Pushing the trash can, he headed towards the district.
At the corner of the intersection, there was a parked car.
"Brother Hao, he’s here," Xiao Shui said.
Brother Hao gripped the steering wheel, his eyes coldly fixed on Lin Fan in front, no need to hide the fury on his face—that was the look of someone determined to kill Lin Fan.
"I see him," Brother Hao responded in a cold voice.
The other two survivors said, "Hmph, this guy actually dared to disrespect our Brother Hao. When Brother Hao takes revenge, at most after one night, be grateful if he survives the night."
Brother Hao didn’t speak. He knew there was something odd about Lin Fan, but no matter how strange, it didn’t matter. He was now ready to press the accelerator to the floor and run this guy over.
How tough could he be compared to my Paramount raider?
He already envisioned the scene of ramming into his opponent and sending him flying.
He let out a sinister chuckle.
"Go to hell," he muttered.
Lin Fan, with his back to them, continued to walk down the street.
Hao Ge didn’t think twice before flooring the gas pedal, reaching maximum speed within seconds, his ten fingers gripping the steering wheel, his face showing a crazed determination to run the other person over, to hit him hard and kill him.
Walking down the street, Lin Fan heard a noise coming from behind.
He looked over his shoulder.
He saw a familiar car careening out of control towards him at breakneck speed.
Instinctively, Lin Fan dodged to the side.
The car brutally scattered the orderly arranged trash cans everywhere.
Seeing the trash cans being knocked into the air, Lin Fan quickly covered his head, feeling it was a bit troublesome, regretting why he had dodged in the first place.
The sound of tires rubbing against the road came.
The car spun around, doing a fish-tail to face the other direction. Hao Ge, who was driving the Paramount raider, truly hadn’t expected that his target would dodge his attack.
Pressing on the gas pedal, the thick exhaust fume spread, as if it were gathering strength, wanting to unleash the most terrifying power in the shortest amount of time.
"This car looks exactly like the one I saw yesterday," Lin Fan thought, then recalled yesterday’s situation, "He just tried to run me over with his car, clearly intending to kill me."
"With my abilities, dodging is absolutely no problem."
"But if this continues and he never hits me, he will certainly become enraged and vent his anger on others. By then, innocent survivors will surely suffer undeserved disasters. If that’s the case, I definitely can’t just dodge."
Lin Fan would not allow evil to occur before his eyes.
This was a violation of the law.
He must stop the other party’s wrongdoing.
He slowly pulled out Frostmourne, holding the sword with one hand in front of him, facing the evil with courage, without retreat, without hiding.
"Damn it, I’m going to run you over, and you pull out that piece of junk?" Hao Ge roared with fury, his expression ferocious. In his eyes, the sword in the other person’s hand was a joke.
To collide with my Paramount raider?
Even if you brought your whole family, it wouldn’t be enough.
The car charged forward like an arrow.
Lin Fan stood still, took a deep breath, held the sword with both hands, and aimed at the center of the car.
"Go to hell," Hao Ge bellowed.
"Stop, evil," Lin Fan said.
Lin Fan swung his sword, and a silvery light descended from above, too fast to be caught by the naked eye.
The Paramount raider, which was about to reach him, was instantly cleaved in two, split by some sharp instrument down the middle, sliding to both sides.
And Lin Fan remained immobile.
With a calm demeanor, he returned Frostmourne to his back.
The air bag exploded out, hitting him so he was dazed, but even then, Hao Ge still wanted to press the gas pedal and hit him, hit him to death, but then, he stared with wide eyes, as if hallucinating, stunned by what was before him.
The cut was smooth and even, as if it had been made by a high-end machine.
The passenger seat was gone.
Half of the car was missing.
"What... what’s going on?"
Hao Ge muttered to himself.
This damn thing can’t be real.
PS: Updated, why use a long Chapter? Mainly because it feels good to finish in one go, asking for monthly votes, hehe.