Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 639 628

Despite Zhao doing his utmost to adjust the steering, the car inevitably skidded and fishtailed under emergency braking. Fortunately, Zhao held the wheel tightly, preventing a major accident.

However, even so, the sudden accident left everyone in the car quite shaken.

Zhao was fine since he had fastened his seatbelt as soon as he got in the car. Apart from the psychological tension, he simply swayed back and forth with the vehicle.

But Wang Qiang and Tang Xiaoquan weren't so lucky. Wang Qiang's head slammed hard against the iron plate, and the slimmer Tang Xiaoquan was directly thrown from his seat, doing a roll in the back compartment.

"Damn it! What's going on, Old Zhao? Is he trying to murder us?" Wang Qiang laboriously got up from the ground, cursing, though without genuine anger.

Facing Wang and Tang emerging from the rear compartment, Zhao awkwardly apologized:

Tang Xiaoquan, ignoring the stars before his eyes, straightened up, looked around quickly, and then turned to Zhao, "What happened, Uncle Zhao? Did something go wrong?"

"Just now, something flashed past the front of the car!" Zhao scratched his head, uncertain, but still kept his eyes vigilantly on the surroundings.

"Something? Flashed by!" Wang Qiang muttered to himself and suddenly raised the crossbow in his hand, exclaiming, "Damn, could it be a zombie?"

Old Zhao shook his head decisively: "No, whatever it was, it wasn't big and moved quickly, unlike a zombie!"

Tang Xiaoquan nodded subconsciously. Although he didn't see what happened, if it were really a zombie, it couldn't have disappeared so quickly. At least, no known evolved type was that swift and stealthy: "It seems a new evolution form has appeared. Qiang, let's get in the car quickly."

With those words, Tang Xiaoquan didn't wait for Wang Qiang's reaction and dragged him towards the back of the car.

"Damn! This is really freaking weird!" Back in the car, Wang Qiang lifted the special peephole Wang Zhongyu had set up at the back to continue observing the surroundings.

However, his actions were immediately halted by Tang Xiaoquan, to which Wang Qiang replied, somewhat aggrieved: "Why? Can't I take a look at what's happening?"

Tang Xiaoquan sighed lightly: "No! The situation is unclear, and we're not sure what Old Zhao saw. For safety's sake, staying inside the enclosed car is safer."

After explaining, Tang Xiaoquan instructed Zhao Shu on the hand-held radio: "Zhao Shu, start the car, let's get out of here."

Zhao Yunhai needed no reminding from the young man and hadn't intended to linger either.

After all, their goal this trip was to find a second shelter, with no need to risk finding out what that fleeting black shadow was.

The Jianghuai car restarted smoothly, and hearing that familiar roar, Zhao exhaled in relief.

He didn't want his negligence to stall the car, leaving everyone stranded on this desolate highway.

However, affected by the earlier incident, Zhao consciously slowed the subsequent journey, preparing to prevent another occurrence, while Tang Xiaoquan firmly gripped the added handle in the rear compartment to avoid being thrown from his seat again.

In contrast, Wang Qiang, careless and thick-skinned, seemed to forget the lesson once seated, laying comfortably with arms and legs spread on the metal plate, eyes closed, enjoying the road's bumps.

"Boss Liu! It's me, Huang Yong!" Huang Yong knocked lightly twice on the wooden door and softly called, then waited quietly for an answer.

At this moment, Liu Fugui hadn't rested. In fact, since Huang Yong left for breakfast in the morning, he'd gotten up and immersed himself in a biography.

Finishing the last section, Liu Fugui slowly closed the book and addressed the door direction: "Hmm, Huang Yong, come in."

Upon entering, Huang Yong closed the door behind him and quickly approached Liu Fugui: "Boss Liu, I've arranged for my men to investigate the young master's situation. There's been some progress."

"Oh?" Liu Fugui was somewhat surprised; he had mentioned it casually but didn't expect Huang Yong to find something. He placed the book on the table and rubbed his temples: "Go on, did Yunpeng get into some trouble?"

"Not exactly, but... there's something I felt necessary to report to you." Hesitant, Huang Yong's words alerted Liu Fugui that there was something discreet to report, prompting him to sit upright, solemnly saying:

"Speak, as I've said before, I need to know about Yunpeng's matters."

Huang Yong brought out his right hand from behind his back, simultaneously throwing a black plastic bag onto Liu Fugui's desk.

The latter frowned, glanced at Huang Yong, then asked puzzled, "What's this?"

Huang Yong calmly opened the plastic bag: "Boss Liu, these were found by my men in the young master's trash bag. I'm worried about the young master..."

Cutting off Huang Yong with a wave, the contents of the plastic bag spoke volumes.

Several pieces of tin foil, a beautiful transparent glass bottle. But this bottle differed from regular household ones, topped with an attached straw, and equipped with filtering apparatus. Anyone versed in the underworld would immediately recognize it as a crucial tool for those diluting BD – an ice bong.

Liu Fugui forlornly closed his eyes, unable to believe his son was an addict.

He always thought the child was merely idle, indulging in vice, and believed he'd outgrow it with age and mature sensibly.

Especially with their family wealth, as long as Liu Yunpeng lived healthily, his own lack of ambition wouldn't be an issue.

But what Liu Fugui never imagined was that his son would get involved with this perilous vice, an area even Liu Fugui had never touched.

Liu Fugui became furious, experiencing his first true rage. He could tolerate his son's idleness, could forgive his dalliances, but what's before him, he...

Taking a deep breath, Liu Fugui opened his eyes sharply, his gaze bloodshot as he stared at Huang Yong, asking: "Where is Yunpeng now?"

Seeing this look, Huang Yong knew things were bad—regardless of intentions, he could no longer shield Yunpeng.

It seemed Liu Yunpeng couldn't escape punishment today: "Returning to Boss Liu, the young master has stayed in his room without leaving."

"Good! The little brat actually dared mess with such deadly stuff. It seems he really doesn't want to live. If so..."

"Bang!" Liu Fugui slammed his hand heavily on the wooden table, the force sending items atop into the air. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote and support. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)