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Chapter 88 - 075 This Step, Cannot Retreat (Request for First Subscription)_2

Chapter 88: Chapter 075 This Step, Cannot Retreat (Request for First Subscription)_2

"Nini, you are a girl, you don’t understand these things," Grandma Xu said. "I’m entrusting you with one task, boil water, adjust its temperature, and make sure the water is warm. Can you manage that?" Grandma Xu asked.

She knew that young girls nowadays had not experienced many things, and putting them in charge of crucial tasks could easily lead to problems.

Yan Nini assured her solemnly, "Grandma Xu, don’t worry, I will definitely do a good job."

"That’s good," Grandma Xu said, smiling.

The survivors that Lin Fan brought back were all really good, especially the young and pretty girl in front of her, whom she really liked—sensible and polite.

In the room, Liang Yan was by Yang Hui’s side, gently holding her hand. "Hang in there, don’t lose heart. Everyone is here to help you; you must have confidence in yourself. You and your child have a wonderful future ahead, you know?"

The pain that pregnant women, especially during dilation, endure is hard to bear, especially after reaching five centimeters, as the pain continuously increases.

In hospitals, anesthesia could be administered.

But the current environment did not permit this, so they had no choice but to endure.

"Yes."

Yang Hui nodded, bearing the pain. Her husband had abandoned her and the child, leaving her in low spirits, but with the encouragement and company of a few grandmothers, she gradually recovered and had no thoughts other than somehow giving birth to the child.

Perhaps the apocalypse was not good.

But the child had the right to see the world.

At the entrance of the Sunshine District.

Lin Fan looked at the Frostmourne in his hand, which shimmered with a silvery-white brilliance under the sunlight.

"Really cool."

After admiring the Divine Artifact for a while, he continued to survey the surroundings.

Doing work required seriousness, and as a security guard, it was his duty to ensure the safety of the Sunshine District. There was no way he would let a thief pass by with a stolen e-bike and just smile and greet the thief.

If he encountered one, he would definitely drag the thief to the security room, letting him see the so-called ’Zhou Ge Che Guevara’ experience from stealing electric bikes, getting caught, going through re-education, and subsequently starting a barbecue restaurant which, although closed down, led to another venture without ever touching an electric bike again.

Time ticked by, second by second.

He twisted his head, quietly watching the floors.

"It hasn’t started yet?"

Not hearing any noises or seeing any zombies meant that it really hadn’t started yet.

He had already prepared for a major battle with the zombies before, of course, prior to the battle, it was essential to communicate, using the simplest language to tell the zombies, "Someone is giving birth to a little baby here. Can you not be like this?" If they did not comply, he would use the Frostmourne in his hand to defend the safety of Sunshine District.

The wind swept through.

A plastic bag on the roadside was whipped up by the wind, its dance like it was flaunting its proud body.

He watched seriously.

Then he stood up, walked over to the plastic bag, bent down to pick it up, and tossed the rebelliously dancing plastic bag inside.

Returning to the entrance, he sat down and thought that waiting was also a waste of time—it might be better to read a book.

Hopping over the gate, he entered the district, went back home, and found a book in his bookcase.

This book was extremely literarily cultivated, hard to find another book that could compete with its cultivation.

"Stark and His Three Hundred and Sixty-Five Girlfriends"

Back at the entrance to the district.

Quietly sitting there.

Reading a book requires quieting the mind, which allows for perfect immersion into the story.

Rustle!

In the tranquility around him, only the sound of pages turning could be heard.

"Stark’s life is really colorful," Lin Fan remarked, perfectly engrossed in the story.

Not long after.

The sound of an engine approached.

Lin Fan looked up and saw a black SUV driving past the entrance of the district, followed by the vehicle reversing back as if surprised to find someone outside in the apocalyptic conditions.

This black SUV, specially modified, was clad in a layer of steel and many sharp spikes. If it were in peaceful times, it definitely would have been stopped by traffic police.

To drive such a car on the road—whom did they want to kill?

The car window rolled down, and a young man with brown hair holding a shotgun aimed it at Lin Fan, who was sitting at the entrance, as if targeting to pull the trigger; then, he laughingly put the shotgun down.

"Hey! What are you doing?" the brown-haired young man asked.

He was astonished, not expecting to encounter such an oddity—while others hid at home to avoid zombies, this guy impressively brought a chair outside to read.

What was he thinking?

He was somewhat baffled; although this street had extremely few zombies—so much so that it was hard to spot a single one, maybe zombies were hiding inside buildings, in corners—but having none on the street was a bit too strange.

Faced with an inquiry, Lin Fan replied with a smile, "I’m reading a book."

Although the man had just aimed his gun at him, he wasn’t angry. In his view, the man must have been driven to tight nerves by the apocalypse, mistaking any movement for zombies, so he could understand.

"Hahaha..."

There were four people in the car.

Upon hearing this, they burst into laughter, looking at Lin Fan as if he were a fool.

Lin Fan said, "Your car looks awesome."

The brown-haired young man, proudly said, "No kidding, the Paramount raider armored vehicle, an essential vehicle for travels in the apocalypse, costs millions and even more after modifications."

He was a rich second-generation, fond of purchasing various luxury cars. If there was one thing he was proud of, it was this Paramount raider, which, though not expensive, looked imposing. However, compared to supercars, this vehicle was still slightly inferior.