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Chapter 613 - 163 Actually, I Always Believed That You Are the True Future of Humanity_2
Chapter 613: Chapter 163 Actually, I Always Believed That You Are the True Future of Humanity_2
Ji Qiuyue flipped through the Zombie Album, which recorded a very detailed account of the various types of zombies.
"Right, this is indeed a great place. You really want to go, don’t you?" Ji Qiuyue thought about taking the child and heading to the Sunshine Shelter.
Even though the journey was long, as long as they could reach it, that was all that mattered.
"Yes, I want to go," Jin Qiu nodded.
"Good, sister will take you there."
Ji Qiuyue’s expression was resolute.
It was then—
Noise came from outside.
Ji Qiuyue peered outside through the crack, and even Jin Qiu, curious, squeezed next to the crack to look out.
"It’s him..."
"You know who he is?" Ji Qiuyue saw Jin Qiu’s expression turn very grave and sensed that the person outside might be a significant figure in Jin Qiu’s heart.
"Yes, his name is Zhou Peng. He used to be the boss here. Just half a month ago, he took people out to gather supplies, and then those people never came back. Everyone thought he had died. I didn’t expect he would actually return," Jin Qiu said, surprised.
Ji Qiuyue frowned. She picked up a unique scent from the person outside, one that ordinary people couldn’t detect. But ever since she had received the Lucky Cell, she had gained certain abilities post-injection.
At this moment—
The group of survivors inside the base saw Zhou Peng return, their expressions filled with shock and awe, their eyes revealing disbelief as if they had seen a ghost.
Zhou Peng’s face was slightly pale as he looked at his former subordinates and smiled, "What’s the matter? You all seem so surprised to see me back. Are you welcoming me, or not?"
The group exchanged looks before turning their gaze towards the muscular man, the same one who had been out gathering supplies before, and who had, in Zhou Peng’s absence, gradually claimed some authority within the Sunshine Shelter.
It seemed that no clear leader had been established here.
But everyone understood the dynamic—it was an unspoken truth.
The muscular man’s eyes showed a shift in emotion, knowing he needed to do something. As Zhou Peng had been presumed dead, he had slowly established his footing in this place.
Now that Zhou Peng had returned, his position was under threat.
"Brother Peng, only you came back. What about the others?" the muscular man asked.
Zhou Peng replied, "They’re all dead. What, am I not welcome by myself?"
"No, it’s just—with things as they are, Brother Peng, why come back? Everyone has already considered you dead." The muscular man took his last drag of a cigarette, threw the butt on the ground, stepped on it, and, confronting Zhou Peng directly, told it to him straight.
Zhou Peng looked indifferent as he surveyed the crowd around him.
He didn’t say much.
The muscular man coughed and walked over to a nearby metal barrel, picked up an iron pipe resting on it, and advanced towards Zhou Peng, speaking as he walked.
"Brother Peng, it’s not good for you to come back. Let your brothers send you on your way first. No one’s really interested in your return."
Approaching Zhou Peng, he swung the iron pipe viciously down towards his head.
Bang!
The iron pipe collided brutally with the head.
The dull sound alerted everyone that the fight had truly begun, and that Zhou Peng’s skull had been struck; with such a blow, his head should have, theoretically, cracked open on the spot.
But what nobody expected happened.
Zhou Peng chuckled, grabbed the iron pipe with his hand, exerting great strength, and the pipe was actually crumpled. "Is this how you treat my return?"
Bang!
Zhou Peng punched the muscular man in the stomach, the powerful blow leaving him deathly pale, crouching on the ground, vomiting bile.
Afterward, he picked up the iron pipe from the ground and fiercely smashed it onto the muscular man, with successive thuds—the series of muffled sounds silenced the onlookers.
Blood flowed from the muscular man’s body and stained the earthen ground red.
Only after the muscular man stopped breathing—
Zhou Peng casually tossed the iron pipe aside and cheerfully greeted everyone, giving each a hug.
"Long time no see, I’ve missed you all. You have no idea what I’ve been through during this time; it was truly legendary. I wouldn’t believe it myself if I hadn’t lived it."
"Hahaha..."
Zhou Peng laughed heartily, while those standing before him smiled awkwardly, occasionally glancing at the body lying on the ground.
No one had expected Zhou Peng to stir up trouble as soon as he returned.
"Don’t be nervous. I’ve come back to take you to a new base. Over there, you can eat as much as you like," Zhou Peng said loudly.
The others exchanged looks, unsure if Zhou Peng was telling the truth or not.
To them—
It always felt like there was an element of bluster to Zhou Peng’s statements.
Suddenly—
Zhou Peng looked towards a tent in the corner, "What an odd smell."
Ji Qiuyue, inside the tent, realized she was the target of his gaze and was startled, knowing that he had discovered her and that this Zhou Peng was certainly not simple.
"Jin Qiu, I’ll take you away," she said.
Ji Qiuyue took Jin Qiu’s hand, and they left the tent; Jin Qiu, frightened, shrank behind her sister, not understanding why they needed to leave so abruptly.
Soon—
Zhou Peng and Ji Qiuyue came face to face.
"Girl, who are you?" Zhou Peng asked.
"Ji Qiuyue."
"Heh."
"I have no ill intentions towards you. I am taking the child with me," she said.
Before Zhou Peng could respond, the surrounding survivors, as if they had found a way to side with Zhou Peng, vehemently challenged her.
"Stupid woman, do you think this is just any place? Without our boss’s permission, you think you can just leave?"
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