Chapter 107: You Guys Are a Bunch of Cabbage Dogs (Daily 10K Done)

“This is unfair!”

As Zhao Xue responded to the group, Wu Lue chimed in angrily beside her.

“Bro Su, you’re too biased—Xue-jie gets a welcome party, but I don’t even get a fart! This is… gender discrimination!”

“Hahaha…”

The group burst into laughter at Wu Lue’s words.

Zhang Su grinned at Wu Lue and said, “Yeah, you didn’t mention it, I’d forgotten—my bloodhorse’s airbag burst saving your ass. Charge it to your account. Bring me a batch of supplies. Everyone, welcome Wu Lue—keep an eye on him. If he slacks off during training, tell me!”

“Damn it, I’d rather have no stupid welcome party at all—now I’m stuck with a pile of trouble…”

Wu Lue saw the malicious grins on everyone’s faces; his expression looked worse than diarrhea.

“Hey Wu Lue, I heard from Bro Su you’ve got some juicy stuff on your computer—can I take a look?”

Lu Yubo raised an eyebrow, giving a look every man understands.

Wu Lue shrugged helplessly: “Sure, I can let you see it—but the battery’s dead now…”

“Alright, enough distractions. Next item: weapons distribution!”

Zhang Su pointed to a neatly arranged row of weapons and said, “These are all my personal collection—some I bought at high prices, others custom-forged by master blacksmiths. All top-tier gear!”

Lu Yubo picked up a dagger, ran his fingers along it—the cold blade gleamed with sharpness.

He gave a strange look and said, “Bro Su, Xinyu-jie was right—you’re heartless. You hoard weapons this good and trick us with junk to take our money. What a scam!”

“Trick you? Hmph.”

Zhang Su sneered, bent down, picked up a forged steel chopping knife, and slashed the air several times—each swing hissed with wind. Then he turned and chopped a corner of the table; the particleboard corner snapped cleanly in two!

Chen Hanzhou, sitting on the table, jumped—he felt only a faint vibration, yet the blade’s sharpness was undeniable!

“First, these things cost thousands or tens of thousands each—you little brats can’t afford them. Second, if I sold you these tools, you’d either end up sewing machines or get a bullet in the head. And I’d get dragged down too. Do I look stupid?”

“Hmm… that makes sense.”

Lu Yubo rubbed his head, thinking—Zhang Su’s logic had a point.

The group all gasped—they hadn’t realized such unassuming knives were so expensive.

Zhang Su set down the chopping knife and pointed aside: “Chopping knives have no sheaths—carrying them is too dangerous. Leave them. Here are three dog-leg knives—who wants one?”

“Me! Me!”

Instantly, voices erupted—all the men except Yu Wen raised their hands.

“Lu Yubo, Chen Hanzhou, Wu Lue, Zhao De—only one of you will get one. You…”

“Bro Su…”

Suddenly, Zhao Xue tugged Zhang Su’s sleeve, her expression complex: “Can I have the knife you’re using?”

Everyone froze.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan exchanged a strange glance.

Zhang Su understood Zhao Xue’s meaning—his dog-leg knife held extraordinary significance for her. He unhooked the sheath from his waist and said to the group: “This dog-leg knife was stained with the blood of Xue’s enemy, so…”

He turned to the four men raising their hands: “So now there are only two left. Pair up—rock, paper, scissors!”

“Ah…”

“Damn…”

All four sighed helplessly.

They loved the dog-leg knives—watching Zhang Su wield them was pure cool—but none dared challenge him.

Zhang Su handed Zhao Xue the bloodstained sheath and warned: “It’s not as sharp as before—find time to hone it. And practice often, or you’ll hurt yourself.”

Zhao Xue took the sheath with great care, hugging it to her chest, nodding solemnly—this was her first real weapon since the apocalypse.

“Come on, two of you won’t get one—act like men, stop dawdling!”

Lu Yubo rolled up his sleeves first and stepped toward Zhao De: “Old Zhao, you’ve killed so many animals—your luck’s trash.”

“Bullshit! I was born a blade master! Bring it—who’s scared?” Zhao De scoffed.

Wu Lue clasped his hands together and bowed to Chen Hanzhou: “Bro, you’re so strong—the fire axe suits you best. I’m weak—let me have the better gear.”

“No. Let’s go.” Chen Hanzhou rejected Wu Lue’s plea outright.

Zhao De: Paper.

Lu Yubo: Hammer.

Chen Hanzhou: Scissors.

Wu Lue: Paper.

The result was obvious—Chen Hanzhou and Zhao De won…

Wu Lue and Lu Yubo, the unlucky duo, stared at each other in silence.

“Alright, next—these short daggers. One each.”

Zhang Su handed out the daggers one by one: “These were forged by a master blacksmith in Funing County. Plain-looking, but same material and specs as the dog-leg knives. Four-inch blades pierce right through a zombie’s skull seam—stab one, it doesn’t even make a sound!”

Zhang Su pointed to the side of the temple.

“Skull seam?”

“Where’s that…”

“Is it here? A little dip?”

Everyone fumbled at their own heads—some looked enlightened, others still confused.

“Alright, if you don’t get it, ask Zhong the nurse later. But remember—daggers are for finishing off zombies already incapacitated. Don’t go stabbing them head-on—it’s too short! Good. Next—the most important weapon: the crossbow!”

At this, Chen Hanzhou, Zhao De, and Lu Yubo tensed up.

The crossbow—elegant, brutal, silent, long-range—whose heart could resist its allure?

All three instinctively puffed out their chests.

“This is a replica of the American Horton Company’s Fury Crossbow. As a copy, its specs are slightly inferior—the length is three centimeters longer than the original, reaching thirty-eight centimeters, but still shorter than standard crossbows, making it easier to carry!”

“With the scope, it weighs nearly ten jin—over two jin heavier than the original. We had to cut costs—otherwise the price would’ve been insane!”

“The performance loss from the weight sacrifice is minimal. Original draw strength is seventy-three kilograms—these two reach seventy. Launch speed is about one hundred meters per second. Effective kill range remains unchanged at one hundred fifty meters. But due to bullet trajectory, you’ll need long-term practice to master long-range shots.”

“Alright, first—I’m taking one…”

After his explanation, Zhang Su took one without hesitation.

The remaining Fury Crossbow lay quietly on the table. Everyone glanced at each other—they knew arguing now was useless; it’d be decided by skill.

Zhang Su scanned the group—some openly showed desire, others pretended indifference but were panicking inside, others truly seemed uninterested—like Zhao Xue and Yu Qing…

“Before we have firearms, the crossbow is vital—against hostile humans or zombies alike! I bet none of you have ever handled one. So let’s hold a contest to see who deserves it!”

“Fine, that’s good.”

“Agreed.”

“Come on, with that big scope, anyone with hands can hit it!” Lu Yubo’s confidence returned.

“Mr. Zhang, I have a modest suggestion—since we’re competing, why not make it a tournament? It’ll decide winners, energize everyone, and build team cohesion.”

Yu Wen smiled.

Zhang Su thought it was excellent and added: “Yu’s idea is great. Since we’re competing anyway, here’s the plan: split into two teams. The winning team gets a pack of sweet potato jerky each. Then, within the winning team, we’ll decide who gets the crossbow.”

“Perfect, haha!”

“Alright, fun!”

“Agreed, agreed!”

Under the apocalypse, every day was crushing survival pressure—no entertainment at all. A fun event like this? Everyone was eager.

“Alright, since everyone agrees—set up a target. Each person gets one shot. Hit the bullseye for points!” Zhang Su set the rules.

“How do we split teams? Bro Su, how?”

Lu Yubo rolled up his sleeves.

Zhang Su swept his gaze over the group: “No physical strength needed. Men’s team and women’s team—you’re evenly matched.”

Men’s team: Lu Yubo, Zhao De, Chen Hanzhou, Wu Lue, Yu Wen. Women’s team: Zheng Xinyu, Zhong Xiaoshan, Tan Hua, Yu Qing, Zhao Xue. Pei Lan couldn’t participate—her arm was suspended in a scarf.

“This is outright bullying, haha!” Lu Yubo put a hand on his hip: “How about we show some gentlemanly spirit—give the ladies a point head start?”

“No.”

Chen Hanzhou answered decisively.

This was a one-vote veto. Lu Yubo grinned sheepishly.

“Heh, bro, showing off gets you struck by lightning. You dumbass.” Zhao De chuckled, mocking Lu Yubo with a hammer gesture.

“Fine, we’ll follow Bro Su’s plan.”

The women didn’t protest—crossbows didn’t require much strength.

“OK, I’ll pick the target!”

Zhang Su walked to the window, looked outside—the ruined street looked the same. A few hundred meters away, zombies shuffled in the distance. He scanned nearby, quickly spotted his target, and pointed at the shop across the street.

“See that Xiao Fan Hair Salon? The AC hole in the wall’s bigger than my fist. Alright—men’s team or women’s team?”

“I’ll go!”

Lu Yubo, who’d just boasted about gentlemanly manners, ignored all courtesy, snatched the crossbow, marched to the window, and under Zhang Su’s guidance, loaded the bolt and aimed—smooth, seamless shot.

Puff—a soft sound, then a sharp whizz—and everyone saw stone chips flying off the opposite wall.

“Alright, men’s team—Lu YuBo is out.” Zhang Su announced the score.

“Damn, crappy scope—crooked!”

Lu Yubo grumbled, then grinned at Zhang Su: “Bro Su, can I get another bolt?”

“Get lost! One shot per person!”

Zhang Su’s stock of crossbow bolts wasn’t much—only five hundred in total. Using ten wouldn’t be a big deal, but they couldn’t afford to waste them.

Lu Yu bo made a face and reluctantly handed the crossbow to Zhao Dezhu, who waited nearby.

“Hehe, if you’re no good, don’t blame the road for being bumpy, kid. Watch me.”

Zhao Dezhu’s motion was similar to Lu Yu bo’s—also clumsy—but he stared longer, then fired with a *plop*. At a distance of barely fifty meters, the bolt left the string in half a second. *Crack!* Another cloud of dust rose.

“Pfft, you’re good? Then why aren’t you awesome? Huh?” Lu Yu bo waited for this moment to mock Zhao Dezhu.

“My hand shook!”

Zhao Dezhu scowled and passed the crossbow to Chen Hanzhou beside him. His moment of glory lasted less than ten seconds.

Chen Hanzhou remained calm and composed, but he still missed, letting out a faint sigh.

“Good! Three men in the male group have failed. The female group still has hope!” Zhang Su sat aside, watching them with delight—this was the happiest moment since the disaster began.

“It’s gotta be me!”

Wu Lue stepped forward with great ambition, but after less than half a minute, he slumped back, defeated. No one was surprised—he was too weak to even hold the crossbow steady.

“Let’s welcome the last remaining male contestant—Chinese teacher Yu Wen!” Zhang Su didn’t care who won or lost, as long as everyone had fun and the crossbow found a worthy owner.

“Then I’ll show my clumsiness…”

Yu Wen took the crossbow, hefted it, and confirmed it was heavy.

The thin old man looked feeble, but his grip on the crossbow was steady. When he pressed his eye to the scope, his gaze behind the glasses instantly sharpened!

“An old steed in its stall still dreams of a thousand li—hit!”

As he shouted “hit,” Yu Wen pulled the trigger—*shhh!* *whoosh!*

The imagined scene of flying stone chips never appeared. Instead, something inside the barbershop fell. The bolt had pierced the air conditioning vent and shattered something inside!

“Holy shit! Old bastard, you’ve been hiding this!”

“Yu, did you just guess?”

“No way, that’s pure luck—doesn’t count!”

“Um…” Yu Qing smiled. “I didn’t tell you all this, but my dad used to be a provincial shooting team athlete. He even won a silver medal at the National University Games.”

???

Hearing this, everyone froze. It was impossible to reconcile Yu Wen’s image with that of a sharpshooter.

“Forgive my humble past achievements—they’re insignificant, hehe, truly insignificant!”

Yu Wen adjusted his glasses. He’d once used a bow—far harder than a crossbow.

Zhang Su clapped lightly and grinned. “So part of the students at No. 7 High got their Chinese taught by a PE teacher?”

“Shooting’s just a hobby. My true passion remains classical studies. Please, please, forgive my inadequacy.”

Yu Wen humbly passed the crossbow to the first female contestant, Zheng Xinyu.

“Alright, the male group’s final score is one point. I can’t help but say this—you guys are a bunch of weaklings, relying on an old man to save face… Now, the female group begins!”

Zhang Su first complained, then gave Zheng Xinyu an encouraging gesture.

Zheng Xinyu held the crossbow awkwardly. “It’s so heavy…”

Ten kilograms was no light load—nearly as heavy as an AWP rifle. Holding it steady for one-handed shooting remained a slight challenge for women.

But Zheng Xinyu, having trained through the apocalypse, had no trouble. She muttered “heh,” raised the crossbow to her shoulder, aimed, and fired smoothly.

“Where’s the bolt?”

Lu Yu bo blinked, searching frantically. No dust rose. No movement inside the barbershop. He looked helplessly at those around him.

“Over there…” Zhang Su shook his head and pointed forward. Sure enough, Zheng Xinyu—*tou tie*—wasn’t cut out for ranged combat. Her *yunshi jia* couldn’t guarantee success every time.

Everyone turned to where Zhang Su pointed. A crossbow bolt was stuck in a sign three storefronts away…

“Chunhua Cooked Food? Look! Zheng’s arrow hit right on the ‘Chun’ character—signifying winter’s end and spring’s arrival. Excellent omen!”

Yu Wen said this earnestly, nodding repeatedly.

“Does your dad always kiss the principal’s ass?”

Zhang Su whispered to Yu Qing.

Yu Qing bit her lip shyly—Zhang Su was right.

“Teacher Yu, don’t flatter me—it’s so embarrassing!” Zheng Xinyu blushed for once, shoving the crossbow into Zhong Xiaoshan’s arms.

Zhang Su smiled to ease her embarrassment. “Female group: one failure. Next!”

Zhong Xiaoshan took the crossbow and smiled. “Actually, I’m terrible at this too…”

After seeing Zheng Xinyu’s performance, Zhong Xiaoshan felt she should warn everyone in advance.

“No problem, no problem, Nurse Zhong. You’re good with needles—your shooting won’t be bad.”

Lu Yu bo, grateful for Zhong Xiaoshan saving Pei Lan’s arm, kept praising her.

Zhong Xiaoshan took a deep breath, braced herself, raised the crossbow, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

*Ping-pang!*

As she’d predicted, her aim was terrible—she shattered the glass of the barbershop’s front door.

“Teacher Yu, what’s the meaning of this?” Zhang Su pointed across the street.

Yu Wen shook his head. “Shattered—phonetically, ‘sui’ means ‘peace every year.’ Phenomenologically, it’s breaking the old to welcome the new!”

“Good, good, good!” Zhang Su was convinced.

Zhong Xiaoshan stuck out her tongue, too embarrassed to respond, and quickly passed the crossbow to Tan Hua.

“Oh wow, it’s heavy.”

Tan Hua set her trusty caliper aside. Weight was no issue for her. She loaded the bolt awkwardly, tilted her head, aimed, and fired with a *plop*.

“Huh?!”

“Where’s the bolt?”

“Awesome!”

Just as everyone assumed Yu Wen had won, a dark horse appeared!

Zhang Su’s eyes lit up. As expected, Tan Hua’s bolt flew straight through the air conditioning vent—plaster rained down inside the barbershop.

“Whoa, Sister Tan, you’re incredible! One shot straight through the heart—ha! Female group: one point!”

Zheng Xinyu looked at Tan Hua in admiration.

After Yu Wen’s hidden talent, no one dared laugh at Tan Hua. You can’t judge a person by appearance—who knew this plump sister had such an astonishing past?

“I… I’m not a sharpshooter,” Tan Hua said awkwardly, glancing around. “I really just got lucky.”

(End of Chapter)