Chapter 1294: Hot-blooded college guy, online zombie slaying 16

Jin Chen was being pointed at by two guns.

Six companions several meters behind him were so nervous they held their breath; Jiang Chen gripped his dagger tightly, his expression panicked.

Jin Chen, however, remained calm and composed, swaying back and forth in front of the two men holding guns while holding his bag.

"Trading medical supplies is fine, but I need to see your boss and make a deal with him."

"Impossible…"

Before his words even finished, the supermarket door was opened.

The black boss, wearing a black short-sleeve with nine dragons and a cigarette dangling from his mouth, sneered, "What kind of deal do you want to make with me?"

Jin Chen: "Of course, it's a deal that would be useful to you."

The black boss didn't even see a trace of fear in this young man's eyes; after exhaling smoke, he shoved the door open with his butt.

"Go inside."

Jin Chen entered the large supermarket nonchalantly; the six companions hurriedly followed. The black boss glanced at them a few times, smirking wickedly, "Don't just stand there—everyone go inside."

"Don't just stand there, damn it! Hand over the knife!"

A lackey raised his gun to threaten Jiang Chen, shoved him rudely, "Hurry up!"

Jin Chen's steps halted; he glanced sideways at that person, took Jiang Chen's hand and walked in, gently comforting him.

"Don't be afraid, Brother Chen; I'll be fine."

Jiang Chen grunted in response, actively gripping Jin Chen's hand tighter, though his worries did not disappear.

Passing by Liu He, who was hiding in the corner of the supermarket's inner door, Jin Chen deliberately glanced at him, his feelings mixed.

Liu He trembled with fright, inexplicably reading something from that gaze.

How could he know it was me who said that… It's utterly uncanny.

Anyway, they won't get the medical supplies, and Jiang Chen had better not think of keeping them for himself.

Liu He consoled himself in his heart, gripping his throat to muster courage.

"Come on, little brother, what kind of deal do you want to make?"

The black boss, surrounded by his lackeys, sat down on the sofa; the rest, whether they submitted willingly or were forced, could only sit on the blood-soaked floor.

This blood came from those killed to warn the others, flowing out as they watched.

This undoubtedly heightened the fear, making any thought of resistance rise from the heart impossible.

But this did not apply to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen seemed unfazed, standing a few steps away from the sofa, lowering his gaze to look at the black boss.

"We'll exchange supplies; this supermarket is big enough—I'll take what we need without causing you any loss, and you'll still get the medical supplies."

That sounded like a profitable deal.

But the black boss didn't let them in just to conduct a proper trade.

Only fools would abide by fairness.

And they possessed real guns and live ammunition, occupying absolute authority here.

"What if I don't trade?"

The black boss lit another cigarette, and as the smoke swirled, his eyes turned venomous, like a sticky poisonous snake in a tropical rainforest.

Jin Chen's interest deepened in his eyes.

"If we don't trade, we'll just leave—it's that simple."

This answer could be seen as giving him full face; whether he can accept it depends entirely on the black boss's reply.

Upon hearing this, the black boss burst out laughing, his yellowed teeth from cheap smoke especially conspicuous, and his lackeys behind him joined in the laughter.

"They've come onto my turf, and you still want to leave?!"

The black boss wiped the smile from his face, licked his back teeth, and sneered, "If you don't hand over all the medical supplies, damn it, I'll kill you right now!"

Wanting to be a civilized person, there's always some jerk looking to provoke.

So Jin Chen calmly set down his bag, intending to communicate amicably.

Unexpectedly, at that moment the black boss again uttered outrageous words, his disgusting gaze continually sweeping over Jiang Chen.

"But that guy beside you happens to suit my taste—why not let him keep me company?"

Jin Chen: "……"

Bastard.

Zhou Xuan and Chu Shu covered each other's eyes, both feeling that a tough battle was imminent.

Jiang Chen instinctively grabbed Jin Chen's wrist, but for the first time he came up empty, failing to seize the person who had already moved to attack.

"Jin Chen!" he shouted anxiously.

Jin Chen's expression remained indifferent as he kicked open the two lackeys rushing at him, planting one foot on the sofa.

"You damn…"

The black boss raised his hand to aim his gun, but his wrist hurt as it was snatched away in a reverse grip; after reacting, he was kicked off the sofa, with the gun barrel already pressed against his forehead.

Jin Chen stepped on his back, single-handedly chambered a round, ready to fire at any moment.

Inside the supermarket, all was silent; those seated around dared not even breathe.

"Oh my…"

Zhou Xuan was completely dumbfounded.

Is this still their Brother Jin?!

Jiang Chen let out a breath, his hanging heart slightly eased, gazing into Jin Chen's eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You're terrible at speaking; you might as well be mute." Jin Chen tapped the black boss's face with his gun.

His expression was captivating, making people feel a chill.

Boss!!

The frightened underlings finally reacted, all raising their guns.

Let go of our boss, you brat!

The black boss had no confidence, but just now he heard the kid ahead say that this group are ordinary people, definitely wouldn't use guns.

His cheek pressed against the ground, he stubbornly lifted his head to glare at Jin Chen, sneering: "You can use a gun? You must be terrified!"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, continuing to press his foot on his back, his indifferent gaze still fixed on this dog-thing, casually raising his hand to shoot left without looking.

Amid everyone's exclamations, the underling on the left was hit in the forehead, his whole body shaking as he collapsed.

Jiang Chen's eyes flickered slightly, recognizing this as the person who had just threatened him to exchange knives.

Jin Chen slowly lowered his hand; the gun muzzle, just cleared of smoke, was again aimed at the black boss who finally began to fear, the temperature at his brow entangling him.

Can we make a deal now?

The black boss hastily nodded, "Yes yes!!... I I was wrong! You can take whatever supplies from my supermarket!"

It can be said to be very pathetic.

Jin Chen curled his lip, "I regret it, I don't want to make a deal with you."

He lifted his gaze, scanning the tense underlings, casually picking someone who looked acceptable.

You.

That man trembled all over, "I, I what happened?"

Logically all the underlings have guns in hand, they shouldn't be afraid.

But only they themselves know, the bullets are limited, all controlled by the black boss, their guns are empty!

Jin Chen: "You are now the new boss."

... Huh?

Bang!

Jin Chen fired, the black boss's head tilted, losing consciousness, his eyes twitching without closing.

"Didn't you understand?" Jin Chen asked.

"I, I understand! I understand!"

Jin Chen extended his hand to him, "Pleasant cooperation."

The new boss: "......" didn't dare to respond.

【Host, turn your head to look at your teammates.】

Severely OOC, dear, you're a college student!

Jin Chen......

I really almost forgot.

Who let this dog-thing covet his wife?

Jin Chen kicked the black boss's corpse again.

"Then, then what do you want to take? Do you need me to give you a bag?" The new boss asked enthusiastically again.

Jin Chen: "No need, we just fill the bag."

The new boss looked at his tiny backpack, suddenly fell into silence.

Just for this little supplies, killing two people!

"Body disposal." Don't scare his wife!

"Ah... okay, okay."

Jin Chen silently put away his gun.

Then he quickly walked toward Jiang Chen, pulling him into a corner, reaching out to hug: "Brother Chen, they're really scary, right?"

His tone and attitude were worlds apart.