Chapter Sixty-Seven: Teaching Wu Liang a Lesson

When Yang Fan opened his eyes, it was already four o’clock in the afternoon the next day. He rubbed his head and let out a long breath. While he was sleeping, he had already activated the special effect of the "True Eagle Eye." If anything happened, he would be notified immediately.

That was the only reason he dared to rest properly. After this sleep, his mental strength, stamina, and life value were all back to one hundred percent—only his stomach was a little empty.

He was just about to get up when he realized that Xiao Chen was clinging to him like an octopus. Her bare body was warm, and the curve of her chest evoked a primal reaction. Yang Fan gave a wry smile, gently separated her hand from his body, wiped away the drool she’d left on his chest, and then got up to brush his teeth.

He’d seen toothpaste here the day before, so after a quick wash and a bit of exercise, about half an hour passed. Then he began to cook—stir-frying some meat and making a meat soup. Another hour slipped by while he was busy. By then, everyone began to wake up, mostly drawn by the aroma of meat and broth.

Fu Gaobin tried to make a dignified appearance but looked a little embarrassed. The other two women, after a day’s rest and some cleaning up, looked much better now. They were more at ease than Fu Gaobin, but always carried a trace of fear in front of Yang Fan—even though they weren’t afraid of Fu Gaobin.

“Big brother, how could I let you do all this? Let me help.” Fu Gaobin, sharp-eyed, hurried to lend a hand, grinning foolishly. Yang Fan looked at him with disdain, lit a cigarette for himself, and tossed one to Fu Gaobin as well. At that moment, Wu Liang got up, and his first act was to head for the bathroom.

No one paid him any mind. Soon after, Yang Fan heard Xiao Chen calling out. He jerked his chin at one of the women, and after a short while, she entered the bathroom and retrieved some clothes. Yang Fan realized Xiao Chen’s call was because she had nothing to wear.

When she finally got up, she looked somewhat embarrassed. Yang Fan acted generously, ordering Fu Gaobin around to help. When the stir-fried meat and soup were finally set on the table, everyone swallowed hungrily. They couldn’t forget how tender and delicious the mutant rat’s meat was—so good it was impossible to tire of.

“Eat first, then drink the soup,” Yang Fan said as he stubbed out his cigarette, picked up his bowl, and served portions for everyone. But Wu Liang, who had just returned from the bathroom, clutching his stomach, glanced at the plates and, without a trace of politeness, plopped down on the sofa and swept up all the remaining meat and soup. “I just relieved myself of a lot, and now I’m starving. You’re young and strong, you can stand hunger. If I starve and the military shows up, and I can’t speak, that would be a problem.”

When Wu Liang said this, he didn’t show the slightest embarrassment or shame, just greedily devoured the food and soup in front of everyone. The others frowned; Xiao Chen and the other two women wondered inwardly if he was even human. They’d been fleeing with this man for days and loathed him—selfish, stingy, and had it not been for their lack of strength, they would have slapped him long ago. Fu Gaobin clenched his fists, but thought better of it, given the situation.

Just then, Yang Fan spoke.

“Go ahead and try it. I guarantee you won’t live to see tomorrow’s sun.” Yang Fan’s cold words made Wu Liang, who was just about to take a bite, freeze in place.

Wu Liang put the meat down, his face darkening as he stared at Yang Fan. “What... Do you realize I’m a government official? If I’m in danger or suffer hunger, the military will never let you off.”

“Hmph. I don’t care who you are. Go ahead and try to eat,” Yang Fan said, finally losing his temper. He’d only saved Wu Liang to use his status for the sake of protecting his family, but his patience had run thin. Wu Liang was selfish, but to constantly test his limits—he deserved to die. Looking at him now, Yang Fan realized that if the military did arrive, Wu Liang wouldn’t help them; he’d make matters worse.

A murderous intent rose in his heart. His expression darkened, and he gripped Wu Liang’s throat with one hand.

Wu Liang panicked instantly, struggling frantically. To deal with such a wretch, Yang Fan dragged him to the window and shoved him hard against it. No one could have imagined Yang Fan would be so ruthless and strong.

“Ah... You... Let’s talk, let’s talk it out...” Wu Liang stammered in terror, completely losing control of his bladder.

He’d never imagined Yang Fan would go this far. Now, feeling as if his heart might stop, Fu Gaobin rushed over to pull Yang Fan back, afraid he’d do something irreversible.

Even Fu Gaobin’s voice trembled. “He’s not worth it—let’s talk this out.”

“Hmph.” Yang Fan dragged Wu Liang back in and tossed him to the floor with considerable force. Fu Gaobin gave him a couple of kicks, cursing him inwardly. This was the apocalypse—did Wu Liang still think he was some kind of important figure?

Even if this wasn’t the end of the world, what kind of official was he? Had his position gone to his head?

Wu Liang lay limp on the ground, mumbling, “Don’t kill me, I was wrong, don’t kill me, I was wrong!”

Having finished, Yang Fan closed the window, sat back down, and resumed eating, ignoring Wu Liang entirely, looking at him as he would a beast.

The other three stared at Yang Fan in fear. Even Fu Gaobin gazed at him in disbelief. He could kill zombies, but to kill an ordinary person... He knew he could never do it. He’d sensed Yang Fan’s murderous intent just now. If he hadn’t intervened, Wu Liang really might have died.

Yang Fan’s ruthlessness left a deep impression on all four of them.

“Does this surprise you?” Yang Fan suddenly asked as he sat down, chewing his food impassively.

None of them replied; they didn’t know what to say. Yang Fan took a sip of broth and spoke in a calm voice.

“You still don’t understand the situation. This is the apocalypse. There’s no more law, only power. The strong survive, the weak are eliminated. Without rules, people are no longer people. For survival, anything can be sacrificed. You all know this. Wu Liang is greedy and selfish—if we let him live, he’ll bring us nothing but trouble, maybe even danger. In this world, you either kill yourself early or learn to survive—removing all obstacles and anyone or anything harmful to your interests.”

With that, Yang Fan resumed eating. The others were silent for a long time. In the room, only the sound of Yang Fan sipping his soup and Wu Liang’s trembling could be heard. At last, Fu Gaobin began to eat; his shocked expression gradually faded to calm.

Seeing this, Yang Fan said quietly, “I trust you to guard my back.”

Fu Gaobin paused in surprise, then broke into a smile.

As for the three women, they remained deep in thought. Wu Liang, meanwhile, was no longer self-important, only shivering—having just brushed shoulders with death.