Chapter 14 I'm Just Passing By, Carry On

The supplies in the villa district were enough to last the two of them for a while.

But just eating and drinking definitely wouldn't do.

People need to have aspirations, especially someone like Zhang Ye in his current position.

After all, he was someone with a system!

Now that the issue of food and warmth was settled, there had to be other pursuits, right?

What if he wanted to watch a movie?

What if he wanted to listen to music?

What if he wanted to play games on that TV that took up half the wall?

And with such a big villa, if it went dark at night, there might even be a few zombies responsible for the night watch inside.

What if he went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and got so scared that he peed himself?

After setting up Liu Qingqing's home as the company base, Zhang Ye could have up to eighty zombie employees, and the new system task was exactly to solve the energy problem.

It coincided with his own thoughts.

There had to be power supply.

"But where can I find a generator?"

Zhang Ye thought hard and finally came up with an answer.

Hotels or shopping malls.

So he took his twelve bodyguards and rushed to the hotel closest to the villa district without stopping.

Located in the city center, it surely wouldn't be of low grade.

There must be a generator inside.

——

The first floor was eerily quiet.

There were large, mottled bloodstains everywhere.

Zhang Ye stepped over the rotting and stinking remains on the floor, his eyes looking toward the elevator doors at the end.

As expected, they'd stopped.

To go up, it seemed he had to take the stairs.

Just as he was about to walk toward the emergency exit, a hand suddenly stretched out from under the reception desk nearby, followed by the low growling of a zombie.

"Bang!"

The head that had just lifted up instantly received a blow from a brick.

The bloodied zombie looked stupefied at its "fellow" who had mercilessly struck it, its bloodshot eyes filled with confusion.

Why hit one of their own?

Are they sick or what?

"Shaa—"

The expressionless security zombie directly dragged it out from under the desk.

Then, several similarly tall figures pressed down upon it.

The dragged-out zombie struggled desperately.

Like a poor woman about to be violated by a few brutes.

"Ugh ahh ahh!"

It couldn't speak, only let out a powerless wail.

A pair of somewhat yellowed sneakers stopped in front of the zombie.

"Tsk, its head is all caved in."

"And its body is like a stick, all skinny and deformed."

Zhang Ye reflected sadly upon the female zombie on the ground.

The aesthetic of nowadays girls, led astray by Douyin videos.

Being so thin, not to mention working, even after dying and becoming a zombie, they'd likely starve because they couldn't push past their peers.

This physique just has no competitive edge!

"Pass!"

As his words fell, the security zombie next to him swiftly brought the brick down again.

Half a minute later, Zhang Ye extracted a set of keys from the pocket of the bloodied corpse and then turned toward the emergency exit.

If it couldn't be an employee, then it could only be an enemy.

In dealing with enemies,

One must be as ruthless and heartless as an autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.

With the click of the lock spring, the door to the emergency exit finally opened.

Zhang Ye didn't go in right away, but instead lay on the door and listened quietly for a while, making sure there was no sound inside before he entered.

The walls were clean.

No bloodstains, no bodies.

Just some grey stains accumulated over the years, creeping up the wall like eerie murals.

Zhang Ye unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

The space in the stairwell was too narrow, making it difficult for the security team to be effective; on the contrary, they might become an obstacle if he needed to escape at some point.

What to do?

Go up alone?

That would be far too dangerous.

Moreover, a normal generator would definitely not be as compact as a hand-cranked generator, and it was obviously impossible for him to carry the generator down by himself.

Zhang Ye thought it over and decided to bring fewer subordinates upstairs; in case of any danger, at least they could serve as a shield to cover his retreat, right?

After all, it didn't cost anything.

If it's free, why not use it? When used, it's really useful.

Thus, the two most muscular bodyguards had the honor of becoming Director Zhang's royal guards.

"Creak."

A door suddenly opened in the silent corridor.

Just as he reached the third floor, Zhang Ye immediately stopped in his tracks.

Bodyguard 001 quickly stepped forward, shielding the boss with his body, and a strange excitement appeared on his otherwise expressionless face.

He knew.

As a bodyguard, the opportunity to dedicate himself to the boss was coming!

Zhang Ye, hiding behind him and covering his nose, watched the upper floor with caution.

"What are you doing? Ow~"

The woman seemed to want to push away the fat man on top of her, but her tone sounded more like she was engaged in some pleasurable activity.

"What am I doing?"

The panting fat man had already started unbuckling his belt.

"Of course, I'm going to do you!" he said with a lewd smile, staring at the disheveled woman.

"No way, Director Huang,"

"I have a husband."

"If he finds out, he will definitely—"

The man addressed as Director Huang snorted dismissively, interrupting her.

"What will he do?"

"He's nothing but trash!"

"If it weren't for me, you would've been eaten by zombies that day!"

As Director Huang spoke, he grabbed the soft flesh on the woman's chest and leaned his face close to hers, whispering, "And don't you want to know why he had something to eat today?"

The woman's face turned completely pale.

"He, he actually..."

She stopped mid-sentence, her expression gradually becoming seductive, and then she obediently bent down.

...

Just as he was about to close his eyes and enjoy the taste of a married woman, he caught a glimpse of someone standing to the side from the corner of his eye.

"Damn!"

"Who the hell are you!"

Director Huang nearly had a heart attack; the makeshift submachine gun he had set up nearly slipped out of his hands.

"What's wrong?"

The woman sensed something amiss and looked up.

She then stood up flushed, quickly pulled her open shirt together, and glared at Zhang Ye with eyes full of shame and anger.

Both their illicit activities interrupted, they looked at Zhang Ye with unfriendly eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

Zhang Ye shrugged his shoulders innocently at them.

"I'm just passing by,"

"You two carry on, don't mind me."

Director Huang's face twitched involuntarily. What's wrong with this kid?

His eyes were bulging as if they were copper bells.

And I shouldn't mind you?

You're joking with me here, huh?

Thinking this, his gaze toward Zhang Ye instantly turned sinister.

The woman next to him also seemed to have changed her face.

Her eyes were filled with vigilance.

At this point, Zhang Ye felt it was necessary to explain a bit more.

"You have to believe me!"

"I'm really just passing through, and I accidentally saw your affair, that's all."

"Director Huang, right?"

"Don't worry, I absolutely won't spill the beans about you coercing and tempting someone's wife."

"As for this lady, you have even less to worry about."

"I didn't even know you had a husband."

"Really."

"Actually, even if he knew, it's no big deal, right? It's just wearing a green hat."

"Wear it long enough, and you'll get used to it."

Zhang Ye looked at them with very sincere eyes, like a child of over 150 pounds.

Director Huang looked at the stun gun pointed at him.

"I believe you."