Chapter Eighty

Wang Hao turned his head and thought for a moment, something didn’t add up—Pan Yuxin was quite fast. How could Zhou Yu have managed to hit her on the backside?

He asked, “How could you possibly hit Xin Xin’s backside? Isn’t she pretty quick?”

Zhou Yu retorted, “Are you stupid or what? Listen, I may be a strong attacker, but I’m also an assassin.”

Wang Hao frowned, “Are you saying you’re faster than Xin Xin?”

Zhou Yu replied, “Of course. If you’re carrying sixty or seventy pounds of gear, how can you be fast?”

Wang Hao persisted, “When you’re out on missions, you usually use a blade, rarely assassinate. How could you be faster than her?”

Zhou Yu sighed, “Are you really that dense? Back then, I was on my own too. If there’s a mission, I have to do it.”

Wang Hao said, “But you two, one uses a dagger and one uses a short sword—the principle should be the same. Didn’t you ever compete?”

Zhou Yu answered, “Of course we did, but it didn’t really lead to anything.”

Wang Hao said nothing, just stared straight at Zhou Yu.

After a while, Zhou Yu felt unsettled under Wang Hao’s gaze, as if he were stripped bare. He finally admitted, “Alright, fine, I’ll confess—I couldn’t beat her. Lost two rounds. No choice, she has two daggers, I only had a short sword.”

“But later, I tried using a blade and a dagger against her, and I won. So, in the end, there wasn’t much of a result.”

Wang Hao continued to stare at Zhou Yu in silence. Zhou Yu, seeing Wang Hao’s unwavering gaze, grew increasingly uncomfortable, as though he were exposed and vulnerable.

He quickly said, “Enough already, go to sleep.”

Without a word, Wang Hao hopped off the vehicle, headed to the car where Liu Long was sleeping, and called him up.

He then lay down in Liu Long’s spot and resumed his rest.

Once Liu Long got up, he climbed onto the police van, joked around with Zhou Yu for a while.

Unnoticed, dawn crept closer.

Suddenly, Zhou Yu shouted, “Grab your weapons, unidentified creature approaching, stay hidden!”

He leaped out of the vehicle, Liu Long right behind him.

Zhou Yu rushed into the RV, grabbed the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow and the Fish Intestine short sword, and dashed out once more.

He jumped onto the car, yanked off his shirt. His left hand gripped the Fish Intestine sword in reverse, while his right hand held the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow blade, tip downward. A powerful aura slowly radiated from Zhou Yu.

Hearing Zhou Yu’s shout, the others hurriedly seized their weapons and ran outside.

Nian Yu held her long spear; Xiao Jie wielded the Tang blade, already drawn from its sheath, standing with his back to the campfire.

Zhao Yan tossed two compact submachine guns to the two middle-aged men, then took up a semi-automatic carbine himself, also backing up to the fire.

Wang Hao and Wang Kui quickly found a vantage point and concealed themselves.

Liu Long and the others grabbed their weapons and jumped onto a car roof, scanning the surroundings.

A series of thudding sounds echoed, growing louder and louder.

Suddenly Wang Hao said, “Xin Xin, ahead. There’s a giant zombie, about two-point-four meters tall, massive build, not fast. Approximately seventy meters away.”

At Wang Hao’s words, Zhou Yu and the others rushed to Pan Yuxin’s vehicle, while Nian Yu and her group turned to face that direction.

Wang Kui asked, “Should we open fire? We can see it clearly now.”

Zhou Yu commanded, “Aim for the eyes. When you hear the shot, charge. Don’t let it get near the convoy.”

No sooner had he spoken than Wang Kui fired with a bang.

Hearing the shot, Zhou Yu was the first to leap down, charging forward.