The team members were initially a bit curious.
Jiang Hua had a mixed-race appearance; why did he have a Chinese name?
Later, they learned that mercenaries abroad are typically referred to by numerical codes and do not have a true identity.
Jiang Hua was simply a name his employer had arbitrarily chosen for convenience within the country.
Unlike these ability users who had come into their powers by chance, Jiang Hua’s various skills far surpassed theirs.
Even though he was cold and spoke little, all the ability users still fought to join his team.
The reason was simple: his team had the lowest death rate.
A crisp and pleasant voice asked, “Could it be a trap?”
Several team members turned around.
The speaker was the protagonist Jian Lexian, whose delicate and beautiful features stood out. Despite sharing the same rations, he appeared much healthier than the others; a flush of vitality made him even more attractive.
A few people’s cheeks flushed slightly.
After the apocalypse, people were no longer concerned about two men being together.
Jian Lexian was a level four spatial ability user, good-looking, and had created a unique method of attack using spatial blades.
He was a secret crush for many ability users.
However, he remained unaffected; the only person he was somewhat close to was Jiang Hua.
Their relationship sparked countless rumors in the base.
Some believed they were definitely involved, as Jian Lexian wanted to join Jiang Hua’s team, which Jiang Hua never rejected.
Yet, others thought that although Jiang Hua didn’t refuse, he remained indifferent and never treated Jian Lexian in a special way.
It felt more like a relationship between employer and employee than that of lovers.
Jiang Hua said, “Let’s go in.”
Tong Sui crouched down and met the gaze of a zombie that had just wandered over from the first floor.
The zombie made a raspy sound.
Tong Sui realized something was wrong—he quickly stood up and backed away.
The zombie blocked the stairs.
He could only step back, placing his hand on the door, intending to turn the handle to the tightly closed room on the second floor. When he looked inside, he saw zombies dressed in uniforms.
Tong Sui hurriedly withdrew his hand.
The zombie climbed up to the second floor and charged towards him.
Tong Sui clung to the railing and leaped out.
The stacks of flour piled high on the first floor gave him hope; a strong jump should get him over.
Just as the zombie was about to touch his shoulder, Tong Sui sprang into action.
He landed on the flour stack, kicking up a cloud of white dust.
The zombie tumbled over the railing from the second floor and crashed to the ground with a thud.
Mold-like liquid splattered everywhere.
He turned back for a glance, his heart racing with fear.
The commotion attracted all the zombies that had been wandering on the first floor; dozens surrounded him below.
Tong Sui’s scalp tingled.
His scent was the greatest temptation for these creatures.
They clawed at the flour sacks, trying to climb up from all sides.
Sitting atop the stack of flour, Tong Sui swayed unsteadily.
His eyes turned red with anxiety as he pleaded, “System, what should I do? Think of something quick.”
The system whimpered, “I haven’t leveled up to obtain that function yet!”
Tong Sui couldn’t care less about that now.
He opened his backpack and started hurling cans at the zombies’ heads.
One zombie’s head caved in from the impact.
However, this only momentarily slowed its movements; it did not stop them.
Tong Sui smashed everything he could find in his bag, but behind him, a zombie quietly climbed up.
“Gah.”
The raspy voice came almost right next to his ear.
He turned his head, and the stench from the zombie’s mouth assaulted him.
Tong Sui shut his eyes.
Yet, the pain he anticipated didn’t come; instead, he heard heavy thuds.
He opened his eyes.
A familiar figure stood before him, gripping a long knife that shimmered with a chilling light, dripping a thick green liquid.
Tong Sui stared for a few seconds before realizing that the zombies had all been dealt with as if they were merely vegetables to be cut.
Jiang Hua cleaned his knife and sheathed it, turning to coldly look at Tong Sui, who still sat dumbfounded on the ground.
“Where are your companions?”
He waited for Tong Sui to respond, but unexpectedly, Tong Sui suddenly stood and threw himself into Jiang Hua’s embrace.
“Thank goodness! Thank you for saving me!”
Jiang Hua’s body tensed, his muscular arms flexing slightly.
He had had the chance to evade.
But if he had stepped aside, this person might have fallen.
Tong Sui didn’t notice his cold demeanor; the thrill of surviving and reuniting was overwhelming. He wrapped his arms around Jiang Hua’s neck, rubbing against him like a kitten.
A faint scent wafted from him.
Jiang Hua inhaled deeply, his throat feeling a bit dry.
“Captain Hua, are you alright?”
A teammate’s voice snapped Jiang Hua back to reality, and he quickly pushed Tong Sui away.
“I’m fine; you guys search separately, and be careful not to use guns; it could cause a dust explosion.”
“Yes!”
A few teammates glanced back at Tong Sui and whispered as they turned around.
“Captain Hua is quite fortunate.”
“That kid is really something, so fair and tender. I think he looks even better than Jian Lexian.”
Jiang Hua’s senses were sharper than those of regular people; their whispers, which they thought were quiet, reached his ears.
Tong Sui, being an ordinary person, couldn’t hear their words.
Instead, he looked up at Jiang Hua, gazing at him in a daze.
Jiang Hua glanced at the youthful Tong Sui, whose hair and glasses were dusted with white flour, though he himself was clean.
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