Chapter 47: Temporary Design!

So Xu Chao had a gun. And it was likely with him. Wang Lele led Zhang Cheng to Xu Chao's room, where they saw several pictures of Xu Chao holding guns. He was the tall, wealthy, handsome blond man Zhang Cheng had seen that night. He then brought Wang Lele downstairs and, in front of her, dragged the three corpses to the backyard of the villa. This was the first time Wang Lele had seen real corpses. And Zhang Cheng hadn't lied—he had really killed three people.

Zhang Cheng didn't waste time burying the bodies. Although the corpses would transform into zombies, there was still time to deal with them later. For now, the question was how to shoot Xu Chao from an optimal distance when he least expected it.

He looked around. The yard was empty. Aside from a storage room, two off-road vehicles, and a Harley motorcycle, there wasn't even a tree that could hide a person. If he engaged in close-quarter combat with Xu Chao, he might lose.

With a thoughtful frown, Zhang Cheng took hold of Wang Lele and said, "Let's go upstairs."

When they reached the surveillance room, he instructed her, "When Xu Chao comes, tell him the three guys are in the surveillance room."

"I, I..." She stuttered.

"Do as I say. If you can't, I promise I'll kill you first," he told her.

She immediately nodded in agreement. Despite knowing Xu Chao for many years, their relationship was complicated. It went beyond friendship, but they were not lovers, nor casual sexual partners. Xu Chao would seek sexual gratification from her only when he needed it. Most of the time, he was not short of women.

Consequently, if Xu Chao were to die, she could persist with Zhang Cheng. He seemed like an honest man.

After a while, they heard the sound of an engine and the horn of an off-road vehicle downstairs. From the third-floor surveillance room, Wang Lele pressed the button to open the door. The iron gate opened automatically, and four off-road vehicles drove into the yard one after the other.

"Where are Wang Hao and the others? Did they go slacking off again? Next time we should all go together," Xiao Tian grumbled as he got out of the car.

Zhou Xia echoed, "Right, there aren't even that many zombies, there's no need to leave people behind to guard the house."

Xu Chao picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the talk button, "Lele, where are Wang Hao and the others?"

In the surveillance room, Zhang Cheng stuck the Type 92 gun into Wang Lele's mouth and said, "Answer him."

Wang Lele, her speech muffled, said, "They are here with me."

Zhang Cheng released the talk button.

Everyone present could imagine what was going on in the surveillance room. Seeing Wang Hao and the others upstairs in the surveillance room with Wang Lele, and hearing her indistinct speech as if her mouth was filled with something—they couldn't help imagining the four of them in volved in some scandalous scenario.

But Xu Chao didn't look pleased. Not because Wang Hao and the others were messing around with Wang Lele, but because they were flouting the rules he had established. If they didn't want to venture out, they were to stay behind and guard the house. Not fool around.

With a grim look on his face, Xu Chao headed upstairs carrying a baseball bat. Seeing him, Xiao Tian and others also abandoned the idea of unloading the supplies and followed suit. The consensus, in the apocalypse, was to follow orders and distribute resources according to work done. Those who slacked, like Wang Hao and his crew, gave no reason for the scavengers to share their painstakingly-gathered supplies with them.