But now that it was already the apocalypse, who still had time to be afraid?
Luo Xun saw that even the youngest child possessed such a powerful supernatural ability and could not help but feel envious.
He had thought the little one might be a burden, but it turned out the child was a trump card. One could only say, like father, like son.
By the time everyone guided the vehicle around the farmhouse-style inn toward the back, the zombies from Western Zhou had mostly been dealt with.
“Boss, at three o’clock, there’s a place that looks like a warehouse.”
Sun Ye’s supernatural vision allowed him to quickly locate the warehouse, faster than the others.
“Lu Jingze and Wang Facai, go check it out first. The rest of you cover from the car.”
Lu Jingze got out of the car with his weapon. Although Ji Heng had prepared many firearms, the zombies’ hearing was extremely sharp. On the way, they mostly relied on the more convenient melee weapons.
With Lu Jingze’s metal-based supernatural ability, he repaired any damaged weapons daily, making the team largely self-sufficient.
“Boss, there are survivors inside.”
“Communicate with them. See if they can open the door so we can come in and rest for a while.”
On the way over, most of the farmhouse-style shops had their doors broken, but the warehouse remained intact.
Lu Jingze looked through the glass window and saw many survivors.
They were scattered in corners, each with vacant eyes, appearing numb.
One area seemed more alert; judging by their demeanor, they were ability users.
Lu Jingze lightly tapped the door with controlled force: “We’re passing by, just borrowing a place to rest for a bit.”
A man guarding the door had noticed them while they were clearing zombies.
Hearing the knock, he hurried to the group of ability users and reported to a man with a buzz cut.
“Brother Wang, there are three cars outside, about ten people. They want to come in.”
“Did they clear the zombies?”
“Yes, a few of them seem pretty capable fighters.”
“Heh, fine. But everyone must hand over supplies, otherwise no entry.”
“This isn’t some kind of shelter.”
“Alright, Brother Wang, how much should they hand over?”
“For this many people, just ten jin of food each.”
The man guarding the door quickly relayed the requirement outside.
“Boss, these people are really asking a lot—they want ten jin of food each.”
Hearing Lu Jingze, Ji Heng understood that the people inside were probably not easygoing either and decided not to waste more time.
“Clear a room next door first. Everyone get out of the car and rest.”
“Cai Yan, coordinate and watch out for Western Zhou’s dangers.”
After giving instructions, Ji Heng got out holding Ji Tianyi, with Tian Le following.
The little one happily looked around, enjoying the outside far more than being stuck in the car.
Ji Heng patted his little bottom: “Behave, don’t fall off.”
“Dad, I want Daddy to carry me.”
“What, are you still dissatisfied being held?”
The little one pouted and fell silent.
“Boss……”
Lu Jingze looked at Ji Heng, waiting for his next order.
“Open the door.”
“Got it!”
Since the last time he used his supernatural ability to open a door at the hotel, Lu Jingze had been enthusiastic about it and wanted to practice more.
Without further ado, he activated his supernatural ability, applied it roughly to the lock, and slowly altered its structure.
This time he was faster and more skilled than before; soon, the lock clattered to the ground.
The man guarding the door jumped in surprise, and the ability users resting inside turned their heads at the noise.
“What’s going on?”
Brother Wang’s displeased voice rang clearly in the quiet room.
Because of his voice, the previously silent space now had whispers and shuffling sounds.
The originally vacant-eyed people lifted their heads toward the door and saw someone pushing it open from outside.
Lu Jingze ignored the tense atmosphere and continued to push the man aside.
“Boss.”
Ji Heng strolled in, still holding the curious Ji Tianyi.
He frowned; the air inside was unpleasant, but considering all the zombie corpses outside, it didn’t make much difference.
“What’s your problem? Looking for trouble?”
Brother Wang, obviously the temporary boss of this resting point, stood up immediately, provoked by the intrusion.
Seeing Ji Heng in a suit, holding a child, with Lu Jingze in full bodyguard attire, he guessed it was just a wealthy boss with bodyguards.
He sneered with disdain.
He himself was a wind-type ability user, with water- and wood-type teammates.
Thanks to the three ability users, they were surviving relatively well in this farmhouse area.
Before the apocalypse, they had all worked nearby, lifting heavy loads for the farmhouse owners. When the apocalypse came, those people were powerless, unawakened, and defenseless—hardly main fighters against zombies.
Because of his strength and combat ability, he quickly became the leader of the small team.
The very bosses who had looked down on him now depended on his protection, hoping to survive another day or two with his help.
Seeing Ji Heng’s commanding presence, he remembered being looked down upon and immediately became aggressive.
The door Lu Jingze had opened was ignored as usual.
“I told you, if you want to rest here, hand over supplies.”
“What if I don’t?” Ji Heng asked calmly.
He looked at the man’s snobbish expression, meeting the condescending eyes with his own.
“Brothers, listen to what he says.”
“Don’t give it? Then leave.”
A wood-type ability user, Xianzi, approached Brother Wang, exchanged a glance, and added, backing him up.
They had been doing well the past few days, but with many people and limited supplies, they wouldn’t last long if someone wealthy with goods appeared.
“Dad, they are so rude.”
Ji Tianyi, still being held, watched as several men gathered, speaking harshly, ready to escalate at the slightest disagreement.
These past days, he had mostly been around his team’s uncles and aunties, who were polite. Outside the zombies, this was his first time encountering such outsiders.