Chapter 324

"Drag this bastard out for me!"

*Thud! *

Qi Xiaoshuai was thrown into the middle of the road, dazed.

"Beat him up first!"

Before he could come to his senses, a round of punches and kicks came his way...

"Damn it, I told you to run, you made my Great Dog get damaged. I told you to run, I told you to run, you motherfucker!"

Four or five people surrounded and beat him. The driver of the Great Dog was the most diligent, beating and cursing, heartbroken over the damage to his beloved car. Not only was the bumper broken, but even an airbag had popped!

Most of Tianmayu's usual training was aimed at zombies, but Zhang Su would also teach some tips for fighting people, including how to defend and counterattack when being ganged up on.

Qi Xiaoshuai curled his body up, protecting his head, using his arms and legs to block and cushion the beating. He slowly became a bit clearer amidst the punches and kicks, but just as he started to rack his brain on how to counterattack, his head took a heavy kick. This time, not only was his head buzzing, but he immediately took another hit to the face. Nosebleed flowed out instantly, and with the sourness in his nose, tears also flowed out uncontrollably.

The method Zhang Su taught wasn't wrong, but implementing it required a strong physique and above-average resistance to beatings. Qi Xiaoshuai didn't possess either of these; his advantage was running fast and being agile. Once trapped, he was basically done for.

"Brother Jie, we can't let him die easily. We have to make him pay for the car!"

The fat man who had jumped into the ditch to avoid the gunfire didn't participate in the beating and said to the submachine gun man with a dirty face.

"Don't worry, being able to live for a few months in the apocalypse, he won't be beaten to death so easily. He's actually defending himself quite well. Brothers, use a bit more strength. If we wait and let him laugh at us for not having the strength to hammer someone, that would be a total failure!"

The submachine gun man tucked his gun behind his waist, took out a cigarette, lit it, and squatted by the side of the road, enjoying watching his companions beat someone up.

However, this beating didn't last too long. It wasn't that this group had developed kindness, but that the submachine gun man noticed zombies had arrived nearby, so he said: "Come on, brothers, prop this kid up and give these starving zombies a meal!"

"Alright, haha."

"Brother Jie really knows how to play, let's do it!"

In a very short time, four or five people scrambled to pull Qi Xiaoshuai up. They twisted his two arms behind his back, one person pulled his hair, and another pushed against his waist. In short, they kept his position as far forward as possible without letting him fall to the ground.

"Kid, do you want to feed the zombies? If not, hehe, call me Grandpa!"

The man called Brother Jie walked in front of Qi Xiaoshuai, saying this with a happy smile. He wanted to reach out and pat Qi Xiaoshuai's cheek, but gave up because the other man's face was covered in blood.

Qi Xiaoshuai's right eyebrow bone was broken, his eyelid was swollen, and he looked at the man in front of him with blurred vision, muttering a few sounds through the blood foam in his mouth.

"What are you saying? I can't hear you clearly, grandson. Are you calling me Grandpa?"

Brother Jie cupped his hands in front of his ears to amplify the sound.

In his blur, Qi Xiaoshuai could vaguely see zombies wandering in the distance. He estimated they weren't far away. If it weren't for the low temperature, they would have already sprinted over. His blurred pronunciation became more urgent, accompanied by struggling, but unfortunately, his body was held tightly by several people, and he had no strength to break free.

"Ya... ah, ai... ye... Grandpa!"

The urgent call finally produced normal syllables.

No one is not afraid of death. In the face of a death threat, dignity, honor, and everything else seem insignificant.

"Eh, good grandson, we are all your grandpas, you know that?"

Brother Jie wasn't satisfied with his own dark humor and continued to humiliate Qi Xiaoshuai.

Qi Xiaoshuai nodded tremblingly, his lips quivering: "I know, I know, all are grandpas, all are grandpas..."

"This is great, went out for a trip and gained a grandson."

"Haha, okay, good grandson, Grandpa loves you." The person speaking was the man pushing against Qi Xiaoshuai's spine from behind. As he finished speaking, he added a bit more force.

"Hahaha!" Brother Jie laughed very satisfactorily, then turned to look at the zombies that were already close at hand, saying: "Brothers, let's deal with the zombies first. This grandson can't run away!"

"Alright."

The few men obeyed, threw Qi Xiaoshuai to the side, not forgetting to add a few kicks, and then rushed forward to deal with the zombies.

"Grandson, you were quite good at running just now, why aren't you running now?"

Brother Jie looked at Qi Xiaoshuai, who was lying motionless on the ground, squatted down, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head up.

He saw Qi Xiaoshuai's face was covered in blood, his eyes were rolled back, a few teeth were missing, and blood foam was bubbling out of his nostrils. The white mist exhaled between his mouth and nose showed he was still breathing, and the blood on his face and the ground had already solidified due to the low temperature.

"That's not good, you can't run anymore? Other people sweat when they run, grandson, why do you bleed when you run? Hahaha, you guys tell me, isn't that funny?"

The submachine gun man watched his companions laugh and then said: "Let Grandpa have a good chat with you."

After saying that, he grabbed Qi Xiaoshuai by the collar, flipped him over, pulled him into a sitting position, and sat down opposite him.

"Looking at how you're dressed properly and have a perfectly good van to drive, tell me, which camp did you come from? I'm warning you, if you confess honestly, you still have some value, and we can take you to trade for some supplies. Otherwise, just wait to be tortured to death and then fed to the zombies!"

Brother Jie looked at Qi Xiaoshuai, who was swaying and struggling to sit steady, and said coldly.

"Kuan... Kuanzhuang."

Qi Xiaoshuai's eyes were unfocused, and he felt pain everywhere on his body, but at this moment, he was actually a bit clearer. He knew that if he wanted to save his life, he had to cooperate with the other side as much as possible. He could see what these guys were after, and their capabilities were limited. As long as he lured them to the barracks, they would be a bunch of dead meat!

But before that, he had to stay alive!

"That's more like it. If you had cooperated like this earlier, why would you have had to take such a beating? But kid, where is Kuanzhuang? Don't just make up a place name to fool me!"

"Ah... lu... lu... o... e... @#￥..."

Qi Xiaoshuai said a string of things no one could understand, his head hanging low, clearly struggling very hard.

"Quick, quick, quick, Da Cong, get some hot water. If this bastard really dies, he won't be worth anything!"

Brother Jie beckoned to the chubby man who was in the same car as him.

"Alright, Brother Jie, you kid hold on, don't die."

Soon, a thermos cup was handed to Brother Jie.

"Come, drink some water..."

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Brother Jie pinched Qi Xiaoshuai's cheeks and fed him two mouthfuls, but he drank too hurriedly, and combined with the blood foam blocking his throat, he coughed it back out. The blood flowed back into the thermos, making the whole cup of water turn a faint red, but he still managed to drink a little bit.

"Fuck your mother, my water was ruined by you. Confess quickly, if you don't tell the truth, I'll really kill you!"

Brother Jie watched the blood spread in the water cup, couldn't take it, and with a *slap*, patted Qi Xiaoshuai's head again.

"Qingxian, south, south side grass slope, Caopo Township... Kuanzhuang."

Qi Xiaoshuai took a deep breath, feeling his internal organs burning. He didn't know if his bones were broken, but his whole body felt like it was falling apart.

"Does anyone of you know Caopo Township?"

Brother Jie asked his companions.

"I know, from Qingxian, go south, more than ten kilometers."

The man holding the iron spear answered loudly.

"Kid, tell me about the situation in your camp. If you dare to give me a mismatched story, I'll make you wish you were dead immediately."

Brother Jie patted Qi Xiaoshuai's cheek and then wiped his hand on his clothes.

"About thirty people, men... women..."

Qi Xiaoshuai rambled on, describing the situation of the core personnel of Tianmayu, because he remembered this information very firmly, so he wouldn't miss or get it wrong.

(End of chapter)