I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 210 - 095: I Call the Richest Man, He Doesn’t Pay Much Attention to Me_3

Chapter 210: Chapter 095: I Call the Richest Man, He Doesn’t Pay Much Attention to Me_3

"Found it."

Having paid for the map of Huang City, he left.

Walking on the street and observing the surroundings, he heard the sound of a car behind him. He turned to look and saw a bus speeding toward him.

The front of the bus was smeared with thick bloodstains.

Clearly, some zombies had been run over to death.

It seemed they had encountered a blockade of zombies and had broken through by creating a bloody path.

"Indeed, survivors are all struggling to fight," Lin Fan stood by the roadside watching the bus as it gradually approached.

He watched with a smile on his face.

Hoping to bring courage to them with his smile. Keep on, live well, no matter whether they qualified to stay in Sunshine District, everyone was human. In the face of disaster, one should offer the purest blessings to each other.

The bus came to a stop.

The driver frantically waved at Lin Fan, mouthing words as if saying, "Come on over, quickly now, don’t hesitate; it’s dangerous out here."

Seeing the driver’s gesture,

Lin Fan thought that perhaps the driver and his passengers had run into trouble. As someone with a kind heart, he was always willing to help others, under the condition that they were not bad people.

As he approached,

the driver opened the door.

"Get on quickly."

The driver, a middle-aged man, looked haggard as he urged him on.

Lin Fan boarded the bus in confusion as the driver stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating away.

This scene left Lin Fan somewhat bewildered.

You didn’t even ask me what I was doing, just drove off. What if this isn’t my way?

"Young man, you’re really brave," said the driver, "find a seat and sit down."

Lin Fan said, "I didn’t want to take the bus."

The driver said, "Young man, don’t be nervous, don’t be scared. The apocalypse is terrifying, but now we have a chance to live. Look at the folks sitting over there; they’ve all been through a lot of difficulties and dangers. We started with dozens of people, and now there are only about a dozen left."

Lin Fan looked at the survivors seated there.

There were men and women.

There was a teenager around thirteen or fourteen years old.

He saw no elderly or very young children.

Obviously, under the threat of zombies, the weaker groups had been eliminated.

As he looked at this group of survivors, they were also sizing him up.

With curiosity.

With difference.

With strangeness.

"Where are you heading?" Lin Fan asked.

A man dressed rather stylishly said, "Kid, you’re really lucky to have made it out alive while we had to fight tooth and nail. You just happened to be walking on the road when we came across you. That’s some fate you’ve got."

Listening to him, he sounded like an excited young man.

The man continued, "Let me introduce you. This is Tang Jiayu, the heiress of the Tang Group. Her dad is the richest man in Huang City. We managed to contact her father with a satellite phone. He has an estate on Tang Island that’s free of the zombie threat. We’re heading to the dock to take a yacht over there. Once we’re there, we’ll be safe. If Miss Tang hadn’t taken pity on you, standing there alone on the road, do you think the bus would have stopped?"

He was eagerly flattering Tang Jiayu.

Kidding aside, her dad was the richest man and still alive. That private island was very safe. Getting there meant a secure life, still depending on her father.

Lin Fan looked at the weary young woman, "Thank you, but I’m not going to the island with you. I just came out to buy a map. There’s still some distance to the dock, so let me escort you there."

He could tell that Tang Jiayu was kind-hearted, just not fond of talking, always appearing somewhat cold.

As he said this,

everyone on the bus looked at Lin Fan in shock.

Some were even poking their ears, as if they had heard wrong.

What? Buy a map? Escort us there?

Damn!

It really was speechless.

"Fuck, what’s wrong with you, kid? Miss Tang is kindly taking you with us and not only do you not appreciate it, you spout this crazy talk. If it were up to me, I’d throw you out," grumbled the young man, "Look at the thing you’re carrying. Anyone who doesn’t know better would think you’re cosplaying."

Everyone looked at Lin Fan.

Those in the know had recognized it as Frostmourne.

It seems this young man really is sick. Thinking about it, it’s understandable—frightening times like the apocalypse could easily scare someone into madness.

Tang Jiayu said coldly, "Shut your mouth."

The young man shrank back.

Without saying another word.

In these lawless times of the apocalypse, he didn’t dare harbor any thoughts about Tang Jiayu since the woman sitting beside her was her bodyguard. Although she looked like she was in her forties, she was tough. She had fought with guns in chaotic war zones.

Later hired by Tang Li, she became Tang Jiayu’s personal bodyguard, with formidable combat skills, capable of easily taking down seven or eight men like him.

"What I’m carrying isn’t just something; it’s Frostmourne, a very powerful Divine Artifact," said Lin Fan quietly.

He knew people were a bit irritable these days.

But he didn’t expect them to be this irate.

Tang Jiayu glanced at Lin Fan and then lowered her head again.

Even the female bodyguard beside her slightly frowned.

Without further discussion, Lin Fan sat down at the front and escorted them to the dock. They had willingly stopped to take him in, showing some of them were quite decent. He hadn’t mentioned wanting to go to the Sunshine District since they already had a destination.

And one of the men in the car did not meet the Sunshine District’s criteria.

Zombies appeared ahead.

The number was not large. The bus ran them over without sustaining any damage.

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