I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 391 - 125: Child, I Hope You Can Be as Excellent as Officer Huang_3

Prison.

He Mingxuan was ostensibly the second in command, but only he knew he was just a fool being manipulated. The fact that Miao Yan was still alive was the only consolation for him now.

He knew that Sun Neng was keeping Miao Yan and her brother as a way to threaten and intimidate him.

The message was crystal clear.

If he didn’t obey, whether the sister could remain alive was uncertain.

Yet now, he was equally anxious, worried that Sun Neng might grow weary of him and give him the boot. If that happened, he would be utterly worthless.

By then, it wouldn’t just be Miao Yan and her brother at risk; even he might be disposed of.

With these thoughts,

He Mingxuan clenched his fist, disgusted with himself. He despised the situation, yet feared being cast aside. The more he thought about it, the more he loathed himself for having such thoughts.

At that moment,

"Brother He, there are survivors outside seeking shelter. Come take a look."

The patrolling man, lacking the authority to decide, saw He Mingxuan and approached him. Currently, being Sun Neng’s favorite, others might not have had the say, but he did.

Everyone despised He Mingxuan, finding his behavior utterly repulsive.

Yet everyone envied him too, for living a life of luxury in this apocalyptic world.

Reaching the guard tower and observing the situation below, there were two survivors: one a burly man, the other a frail elderly woman.

"Who are you?" He Mingxuan asked.

The sturdy man said, "Big brother, my name is Feng Jie, this is my mother. Could you let us in for shelter? It’s too dangerous outside, nowhere else to hide."

He Mingxuan sized them up. The burly man was carrying the old woman, appearing genuinely desperate. Besides, with the prison’s strict hierarchy, it was impossible for anyone to stir up trouble within its walls.

"Let them in."

He Mingxuan said.

Feng Jie was extremely grateful; surviving the apocalypse with his elderly mother was incredibly difficult.

The door opened.

Feng Jie, carrying his mother, thanked He Mingxuan, "Big brother, thank you, I really thank you."

He Mingxuan responded, "No problem, we’re all unfortunate souls in this apocalyptic world."

If it were before he had endured all this, he would have taken pleasure in others’ misfortune. ’I just won’t let you in, I won’t open the door, what can you do about it? You want to fight me, huh? Na na na na...’

But now, his nature had quietly changed, and he no longer acted like he used to.

Arrogant?

Haughty?

Heh, like it’s still the past eras of rampant verbal sparring. Times have changed; the era has changed. The times change you; you can’t change the times. If you’re unwilling to change, then this era doesn’t need you anymore.

Feng Jie said, "Big brother, what are the rules here? I’ll follow any rules, even if it means going out to find supplies. I just hope you can give my mom something to eat; she hasn’t eaten all day."

"No problem, I’ll arrange it." He Mingxuan said.

Just as he was about to lead the two survivors inside, a voice rang out.

"He Mingxuan, what are you doing?"

Upon hearing the voice,

He Mingxuan’s expression subtly changed, and he whispered to Feng Jie, "He’s our leader here, don’t speak."

Then he looked towards Sun Neng.

"They are survivors seeking refuge in the prison; I let them in."

Feng Jie, seeing Sun Neng standing on the second floor, nodded and bowed, displaying servility, hoping to be allowed to stay with his mother. As a boxing coach, he had the build, the courage, the willingness to struggle, but with his mother at his side, to be taken in by others, he was prepared to do anything.

Even the staunchest of men will bow and scrape for the sake of securing a livelihood for their mother, becoming what they once despised the most.

Sun Neng eyed Feng Jie, his gaze shifting to He Mingxuan, chillingly pointed as if tangible, making He Mingxuan break out in a cold sweat.

"Do you think this is a refuge, or a charity? He can stay, but this old hag, does she expect to freeload and be supported by us?"

He Mingxuan said, "She’s his mother; he can go out and find supplies to support her."

Feng Jie was nervous, expecting to be kicked out since no one liked to take in an old person who was no longer useful.

But unexpectedly, this chubby man spoke up for him.

He looked at He Mingxuan with immense gratitude in his eyes.

Sun Neng scoffed, "Support her with what? Only one can stay; either leave or throw this old hag out. We don’t keep useless eaters here."

He Mingxuan frowned, thinking to himself, what’s up with this sick bastard today? It had already been stated that the man was willing to search for supplies. Why demand to keep one or tell them both to leave?

He’d never heard such a policy before.

Generally, anyone willing to come to the prison was taken in.

Feng Jie’s eyes held a hint of despair as he sighed, "Big brother, it’s better for my mom and me to leave, but thank you for your kindness."

He Mingxuan watched them, and then the frail old woman. All the pent-up frustration and injustice in his heart burst forth, and he looked Sun Neng straight in the eyes.

"What’s your problem? They’ve already said they were willing to gather supplies. If you’re worried about wasting food, I’ll give half of my own food to them."