Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 621 601: Analysis (Part 2)

Yang Xue had a cigarette dangling from her mouth, her long, beautiful hair disheveled in the wind, lacking any of her usual lively charm, looking quite embarrassed.

At this moment, she was standing beside the escort vehicle, blowing smoke rings from her mouth and continuously kicking at the rear tire, cursing as if she had a deep enmity with the vehicle, needing to vent in this manner to alleviate her anger.

Old Zhao was still in place, chattering about his gratitude, unaware that his "noisy" actions were already causing Huang Yong to feel irritated.

Huang Yong's eyes were vacant, staring at Old Zhao with a frown, unable to fathom how a man in his forties could be as annoying as a young girl.

Suddenly, he found himself missing Xu Renjie, who always wore a poker face. Although Xu's constant sternness annoyed him, he preferred dealing with that expressionless block over the "fly" in front of him.

"Damn! Can you just shut the hell up already!" Unable to hold back, Huang Yong erupted:

"Damn it, why so much chatter? If you're leaving, just get going. Don't dawdle, only to find your home overrun and then come crying to me to take you back. My place ain't no shelter. If you want to stay and mooch a meal, I don't give a damn, but say so early. We don't lack your portion here. But can you at least stop loitering in front of me now? Damn!"

Being scolded so mercilessly left Old Zhao, an older man, quite mortified.

Especially with all the surrounding gazes upon him, Old Zhao felt extremely embarrassed.

But for the greater good, he endured the humiliation, managing a wry smile despite Huang Yong's reprimands.

Tang Xiaoquan could not stand it any longer, as his thoughts had been distracted by the four-wheeled car outside the main gate.

As he returned to his senses, he happened to witness Old Zhao being scolded. Seeing Old Zhao being humiliated so casually upset him greatly.

Adding to the fact that Wang Qiang had also been senselessly humiliated by Liu Yunpeng earlier, Tang Xiaoquan felt this journey demanded a heavy price from everyone.

"Mr. Huang, sorry to disturb you, we'll be leaving now."

Neither humble nor pushy, Tang Xiaoquan nodded his head in farewell to Huang Yong and his group, then, without further regard, he pulled Old Zhao to leave, also calling out to Wang Qiang: "Qiang, let's go!"

Watching their retreating backs, Huang Yong muttered under his breath, "A bunch of idiots, finally getting the hell out!"

Huang Yong had never cared about the villa people's reactions.

He always viewed the villa group as troublemakers, an opinion unchanged despite a few transactions with them.

In fact, these transactions only reinforced his belief that dealing with these troublemakers was degrading. If it weren't for Liu Fugui's orders and cautions, he might have already sent people to enslave those from the villa.

He wouldn't have allowed them the opportunity to appear like equals and converse as equals in front of him.

Sitting in the car, Old Zhao felt a wave of relief wash over him; today's experiences were tremendously tiring even for him.

If he could choose, he'd rather face zombies than deal with people like Huang Yong and Liu Fugui.

Because when confronting mindless zombies, even with the risk of death, one could at least live with dignity.

But facing Liu Fugui and others, they had almost no initiative; after all, they were on someone else's turf. The others possessed abundant resources and manpower, essentially never took them seriously, and any misstep might lead to a sneaky attack!

The car slowly drove out of the Factory, and as it was about to exit the gate, Old Zhao deliberately stepped on the accelerator hard, causing a hefty cloud of exhaust to spew out from the tailpipe, forcing Huang Yong and his crew, who were at the gate, to cover their noses and retreat hastily.

Seeing Huang Yong's awkward state through the rear-view mirror, Old Zhao felt as if he had avenged a great wrong, his spirits uplifting, and even began to hum a tune to himself.

Tang Xiaoquan leaned back in the passenger seat, head resting by the door, lost in thought.

Originally, he planned to sit in the back to comfort Wang Qiang and perhaps discuss Yang Xue's situation.

But as he helped Old Zhao to the vehicle, intending to move to the back, Wang Qiang and Yang Xue had already gotten in and closed the door.

As the two entered the back, Tang Xiaoquan decided there was no longer a point to squeeze in, so he returned to the front seat.

"Hey, Quanzi, are you okay?" Old Zhao, singing happily, noticed the troubled look on Tang Xiaoquan's face and felt his mood darken: "What's up, still thinking about your parents?"

This was natural; firstly, the Factory wasn't far from Tang Xiaoquan's home, and secondly, Yao Ruyi was inside the Factory, so "scenery touched the heart." Old Zhao thought the young man was likely worried about his parents' whereabouts again.

Tang Xiaoquan sat up straight: "Thanks, Uncle Zhao, I'm alright."

"Alright, good to hear. Let me tell you, don't take Yao Ruyi's words too seriously. With his condition, I doubt he remembers much himself. So I think regarding your parents, we need to plan long-term; wait for Yao Ruyi's condition to improve before trying to contact Liu Fugui, that old fox, for another chance to talk to Yao Ruyi. Maybe we'll discover something new then!"

Old Zhao's analysis was not just to comfort Tang Xiaoquan; he indeed had plans to reconnect with Yao Ruyi.

During their previous interaction, he clearly noticed Yao Ruyi's frail condition.

And when a person is weak, it could affect brain functions, such as memory loss and hallucinations.

Though Old Zhao wasn't a doctor, he had seen enough TV shows depicting these scenarios to draw such conclusions.

Tang Xiaoquan nodded gratefully, but his next response was surprising: "Uncle Cao, actually, there were significant gaps in the content Yao Ruyi discussed with us, so I suspect most of what he told us was fabricated lies."

"What!" Old Zhao was taken aback.

After all, he had been present with Tang Xiaoquan, listening to Yao Ruyi's account word for word, but upon careful recollection, he didn't detect any indication of deceit. Could it be he zoned out during listening?

With many questions in mind, Old Zhao asked: "You said there were gaps? Specifically how?" (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)