I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 935 - 931: The Generosity of a Stingy Friend 5

Chapter 935: Chapter 931: The Generosity of a Stingy Friend 5

Outside, a soldier carrying several bags of trash walked up to the top balcony of the RV, approached the railing, and looked at the strong figures present there.

As he appeared, countless strong figures below instantly turned their gaze to the bags in his hands, then exchanged looks with their comrades, these actions all made by members of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild.

"It’s about to start."

Two of the Bounty Hunters’ Guild quietly said, and the eyes of other hunters around them also slowly changed.

"Old Horse, you said if we don’t have those exoskeleton suits on us like those bastards, encountering a Level 5 New Human would mean instant death, right? Just stick with me later. It’s totally unfair. We’ve known each other for so many years, and I really don’t want you to die."

"It won’t happen." Old Horse shook his head in response to his friend’s babbling, his eyes occasionally showing a hint of guilt.

The person beside him was someone he had met a few hours before the post-apocalyptic outbreak. At that time, they both were waiting for someone at the bus station and had met because they were playing the same game and decided to team up.

Three hours of waiting allowed them to get a preliminary understanding of each other; when they finally boarded, they thought they would part ways. Yet, fate had it otherwise, and they found themselves heading to the same city over hundreds of kilometers.

When they met again, there was an indescribable feeling in their hearts, and it was at that time the post-apocalyptic outbreak happened.

They kept each other warm, survived through the darkest periods of the apocalypse, stole things, walked above walls filled with zombies, fought the leader of the Survivor Forces, snatched supplies from motorbike gangs, and had once killed a Level 2 zombie together as ordinary people.

Up to now, both of them were still safe, and it seemed that the hypocrisy of human nature in the apocalypse didn’t affect their relationship; they maintained the brotherhood from before the Apocalypse, and these memories verified the precious friendship between them.

But in the apocalypse, personal interests and one’s own life are what matter most; things like friendship and brotherhood are worthless in comparison!

If possible, Old Horse really wished he had pulled his friend into Three Seven Road initially, but it was too late!

"What won’t happen, things are unpredictable, better to be careful,"

His companion sighed, however, just as he finished speaking, he felt something in front of him, looked closely, and it was actually a pack of China cigarettes. Although there were some mold spots on it and the plastic wrapping was severely deformed, a pre-Apocalypse pack of cigarettes could be compared to millions in value!

An undeniable luxury!

And this pack of cigarettes was actually given to him by Old Horse, which was unbelievable. Having known him for such a long time, he was well aware of what kind of person Old Horse was: a good person in every way but just too stingy.

Over five or six years, he had never received anything from Old Horse, and especially anything precious in the apocalypse, which he seemed to swallow up greedily. Just getting a regular cigarette from him occasionally was already too much to ask for.

Today’s generosity was unprecedented!

He was a bit slow to react, as this was somewhat unusual.

"Old Horse, what’s up with you today?"

Old Horse shook his head, but soon looked down again, and the other person couldn’t see his eyes were now somewhat moist.

"Nothing, just thinking it’s been so long, and I’ve never given you anything good. Forgive me, and take this pack of cigarettes. This is the first time, and also..."

Old Horse paused after saying "also the last time."

But he stopped when he got to that word, and his unusual behavior made his companion very curious.

"What it is, I know you, don’t I?"

His companion, though puzzled, didn’t think much of it and quickly tore open the package of China cigarettes, pulled out two sticks—one for himself and another which he handed to Old Horse. Old Horse took it but didn’t immediately put it in his mouth to light it; instead, he placed it behind his ear and reached into his pocket as if to fetch something.

"Hey, look, what are those people doing with the red armbands?"

At that moment, the companion noticed a few individuals in front pulling out red armbands from their pockets and wearing them on their arms, piquing his curiosity.

"Those seem to be your Three Seven Road’s. Hey, Old Horse, why are you wearing one too? What are you guys planning to do? What do these red armbands signify?"

Old Horse looked up briefly, then shook his head. At this moment, there were no more tears in his eyes, just an indifferent expression.

"Nothing, just to make it easier to identify."

"Easier to identify? Identify what?" his companion asked, still like a curious child.

However, Old Horse didn’t speak again. After putting on the red armband, he looked up at his companion and said, "I’m sorry."

"Sorry for what? What are you sorry for? Is it just that you finally gave me something nice? No, no, twice, alright? There’s no need to feel guilty." His companion waved it off casually, exhaled a puff of smoke, and turned to look forward.

"It’s not about that."

Behind him, Old Horse’s voice came, devoid of any emotion. His companion still did not realize anything was wrong, casually replying, "Not about that, then what is it about?" He spoke without turning around, but right after his words fell, his face suddenly froze, disbelief evident in his eyes.

"You..." he uttered in a tremulous voice, filled with sorrow. His eyes rapidly shifted through a range of emotions—grief, fear, and also mockery, mocking how foolish he was not to have noticed Old Horse’s anomalies for so long!

He was no fool and had already suspected this, but he trusted Old Horse too much. He was tricked, tricked by his longtime friend!

In the apocalypse, the only thing one could trust were one’s weapons and one’s own strength. Yet he naïvely thought that Old Horse would never harm him!

He was too naïve; the apocalypse was cruel! Why did he trust him!

He slowly lowered his head, and as his gaze dropped, he saw the blade tip drenched in his own blood!

A sharp H-steel dagger had pierced directly through the back of his neck, the gleaming blade, starkly visible, like his life which was ebbing away.

"I’m... I’m sorry, my friend."

Behind him, Old Horse’s increasingly guilt-ridden voice sounded. He could almost sense that Old Horse was looking down, too ashamed to look at him, even partially!

"I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to be your enemy, I’m sorry, don’t blame me, I had no choice, just blame... your initial mischoice of sides."

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