Chapter Eighty-Four
After Zhao Yan and the others drove the cars inside, Zhou Yu climbed into a police car and shouted, “Hey, you can come out now! If you’re still alive and can hear me, hurry up and get out. Otherwise, when the military district starts clearing the place, anyone still hiding will be considered one of those who created the zombies!”
With that, Zhou Yu scrambled up to sit on the roof of the car. He fished a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, took a drag, and muttered, “It’s a bit chilly. Damn it, why couldn’t all this happen in summer? Now I have to keep taking clothes on and off.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than a dark object flew up from below. Zhou Yu caught it—turns out it was a police jacket.
Nian Yu called up from below, “Always asking for help, aren’t you? What were you thinking when you climbed up there just now?”
Zhou Yu grinned. “That’s why it’s best to have your own wife—she knows when her husband’s cold.”
A glint flashed in Nian Yu’s eyes as she replied, “So what you mean is, I’m the only one who counts as family?”
Zhou Yu scratched his head awkwardly and laughed, “No, no, you’re all family.”
Xiao Jie interjected, “Alright, Nian Yu, give it a rest.”
Nian Yu said, “What, feeling sorry for him? You’re always indulging him. One day you’ll spoil him rotten.”
Pan Yuxin whispered, “But shouldn’t we listen to Brother Zhou Yu? The elders always said women should follow the Three Obediences and Four Virtues.”
Nian Yu looked at Pan Yuxin in horror. “Xin Xin, who’s been poisoning your mind? And so thoroughly too! What kind of era do you think this is—still talking about those old rules?”
Pan Yuxin bowed her head, murmuring, “It was Zhou Yu who told me. He said women should observe the Three Obediences and Four Virtues for their husbands.”
Nian Yu turned and shouted at Zhou Yu, “What on earth have you been telling Xin Xin? Three Obediences and Four Virtues? What else do you want?”
Zhou Yu replied sheepishly, “I was young then, heh, just a kid.”
Xiao Jie said, “Enough, someone’s coming out.”
Zhou Yu stood, flicked away the stub of his cigarette, and watched coldly as the survivors began to emerge, one by one.
Most of the survivors wore camouflage uniforms, though a few were in ordinary clothes. The majority were men, but there were also women and children, and a handful of elderly people.
The survivors eyed Zhou Yu’s group warily, gripping their guns tightly.
After a moment, when no one else came out, Zhou Yu jumped down from the car roof. He walked over to face the survivors and asked, “Who’s in charge here? Come out and talk.”
After a pause, a middle-aged man stepped forward. “I am the Chief of Staff for SH City. My name is Xiao Zhi, Major General. May I ask, are you from the Asura Squad?”
Zhou Yu replied, “We are. Didn’t we tell you that yesterday?”
Xiao Zhi said, “But as I recall, the Asura Squad was disbanded years before the zombie outbreak.”
Zhou Yu answered, “That’s true. But after the outbreak, we regrouped. Why, is that a problem?”
Xiao Zhi asked, “Then can you tell me which one of you was in Asura? I have an old friend who knew someone from your team.”
Zhou Yu raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Oh? Someone here knows us? My codename in Asura was Scholar, but you can also call me Asura. Before the squad was formed, I went by that name.”
Xiao Zhi laughed. “So you’re Zhou Yu! I see you haven’t lost your roguish streak.”
The moment Zhou Yu heard Xiao Zhi call his name, he instantly drew the demon blade Muramasa and pressed it against Xiao Zhi’s throat.