Chapter 75: Yellow Hair

Zhang Su and the other two stood aside, watching Wang Guangjun and Tan Huajun’s reluctant farewell, exchanging a glance and both smirking strangely.

“Cough, Old Wang, how old are you this year? Where’s your wife?”

Zhang Su asked suddenly.

“Didn’t I say?” Wang Guangjun scratched his head. “I’m forty-six, divorced for over ten years.”

“Divorced…?” Zhang Su didn’t bother asking why. He pointed at Tan Huajun. “Tan technician has no husband, you have no wife—perfect match.”

“Big brother, you’re…”

Tan Huajun’s face flushed bright red.

“Hey, Brother Zhang, don’t talk nonsense!”

Wang Guangjun also felt embarrassed, immediately avoiding Tan Huajun’s gaze.

“It’s the end of the world already. Drink today’s wine, enjoy today’s life—every day could be your last. Don’t hide or delay your feelings… huh?”

As he spoke, Zhang Su’s expression turned serious. He dropped instantly to his knees and signaled everyone to crouch.

“A car’s coming!”

Zhang Su stared intently toward the sound.

Everyone was startled—the silence had been absolute. After about two seconds, the rumble of an engine indeed rolled in.

“Old Wang and I will hide first. If they come here, you two test them.”

Zhang Su made the arrangement.

“What… test them for what? Hey, don’t go!”

Zheng Xinyu saw Zhang Su and Wang Guangjun crouching toward the staff office and hurriedly whispered to stop them.

“Say anyone’s already here. Tell them to leave. Watch their reaction.”

Shuowan ， Zhangsuyisuoshenzijiuduodaolemenhou 。

“Oh my god, what if a gang of bandits shows up?”

Tan Huajun felt uneasy, automatically picturing the bandits as monstrous figures like Zhang Su.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan handled it better, grabbing their weapons and taking good positions to peek outside.

Zhong Xiaoshan remained calm. “Sister Tan, don’t be scared. No matter who shows up, they won’t kill us outright. Here they come!”

As she spoke, a H6 roared into the gas station, screeched to a halt, and out jumped a young man in a windbreaker.

The windbreaker man leapt down, grabbed a cleaver from the car, glanced nervously back the way he came, saw no zombies, then rushed to the passenger side, yanked open the door, and helped out a man with a leg wound.

“Brother Shuo, no zombies here, no people—perfect place to rest!”

The windbreaker man grinned with relief.

The wounded Brother Shuo took a deep breath, struggled forward, muttering: “Fucking hell, I never thought I’d end up like this!”

Thud.

As he spoke, the windbreaker man kicked open the convenience store’s glass door with a rough foot. He took two steps inside—and froze.

“This place is occupied. Leave!”

Zheng Xinyu spoke sternly to the two men, gripping her baseball bat, eyes steady, utterly unflinching—her stubbornness fully on display.

“Bullshit! You say it’s occupied? My brother’s hurt—he needs to rest here. Get the hell out!”

The windbreaker man had a streak of yellow hair on his head, looking every bit the troublemaker. Seeing three women dare to stand their ground, his temper flared.

“You little bitch, what the hell are you? Daring to talk back to me? Hand over the first-aid meds—now!”

Brother Shuo, with a shaved head and a cruel expression, was sweating despite the cold—likely from the pain of his wound.

In the past, Zheng Xinyu would’ve avoided men like this. Now? She wasn’t afraid. She’d smashed zombies with her bat—what was a living man?

“You think having a knife makes you tough? Go kill zombies instead of picking on us women! Wait… isn’t that guy’s leg wound from a zombie bite?”

Zheng Xinyu’s eyes fixed on the man’s leg wound—the torn pant leg looked like jagged teeth marks.

“Brother Shuo, I’ll handle this!”

The windbreaker couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped his grip on his companion, raised the cleaver, and pointed it at Zheng Xinyu.

“The hell are you trying to pull? You think a baseball bat’s gonna scare me? Wait—where’d you get that bat? Brother Shuo, look at her bat!”

Brother Shuo turned to Zheng Xinyu’s bat and frowned. “Where’d you get that bat?”

Zheng Xinyu glanced at her own bat, confused why the two thugs were fixated on it. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I haven’t gotten an answer to my question—did you get bitten by a zombie?”

“Brother Shuo, look at that car!”

To their surprise, the two men ignored Zheng Xinyu entirely. The windbreaker pointed in surprise at the minivan parked beside the fuel pump.

“Damn it, Xiao Shuo, Bozi—your boss Dong is a gentleman. Even drunk at the KTV, he never yelled at the hostesses. What the hell have you two been learning from him?”

At that moment, a voice came from inside the staff office. Zhang Su and Wang Guangjun stepped out.

“Holy shit, Brother Su! It’s really you!”

The once-belligerent windbreaker beamed with delight at Zhang Su.

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Zheng Xinyu and the others all blinked in confusion—Zhang Su knew these two thugs? And they clearly respected him?

“I knew that lightning logo on the bat looked familiar—it’s Brother Su’s! Haha.”

The man Zhang Su called Xiao Shuo forced a smile, couldn’t hold it, and slumped against the display counter to the floor.

“Bozi, what’s wrong with Xiao Shuo?”

Zhang Su stepped forward to ask.

He knew both men—troublemakers who hung out at pool halls and KTVs, early twenties, always messing around, but had steady jobs and could support themselves.

“Brother Su…” Lu Yubo’s face was grim. “Please help Brother Shuo—he, he was… bitten…”

“Bitten by a zombie! Damn it, rotten luck! Brother Su, I know getting bitten means infection—but I refuse to believe it! I’ll beat this!”

Xiao Shuo gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead.

Zhang Su carefully lifted the torn pant leg of Qiu Shuo. A faint bite mark was clearly visible—not deep, but torn open. The blood around the wound had congealed from the cold, but the wound itself was turning slightly black—bad news.

Seeing Zhang Su silent, Qiu Shuo gave a bitter laugh. “Brother Su, I know it’s dangerous. Tie me up later. If I turn… kill me.”

“Brother Su, please save Brother Shuo…” Lu Yubo begged beside him.

“We do what we can—and leave the rest to fate.”

Zhang Su sighed inwardly, turning to Tan Huajun. “Tan, does the gas station have an emergency first-aid kit?”

“Yes, yes!”

Tan Huajun nodded frantically and dashed toward the office.

(End of Chapter)