Obviously, Tang Xiaoquan is not a Bodhisattva, nor does he have a Bodhisattva's heart. The only reason he agreed to the man's request without objection was because the steering wheel was in the man's hands.

This is a very pragmatic issue; whoever controls the steering wheel basically controls the lives of everyone in the car.

Sure, we can use our advantage in numbers to convince the other party, but who can guarantee that he won't bear a grudge?

And if at this critical moment the man does something extreme because of a grudge, wouldn't it be us who get implicated?

So...whether the man wants to visit some distant aunt, right now Tang Xiaoquan feels that as long as it doesn't involve life-threatening matters, whatever he says goes. We should completely follow his intentions, at least until we gain control over the use of the car.

The car drove steadily, the street scenery on both sides moving backward like streams of light.

Desolate storefronts, shattered glass, evidence of burning flames, bloodstains splattered all over the ground, and the pervasive smell of decay in the air.

Looking at the corpses discarded by the roadside, cut open and disemboweled, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but sigh inwardly about his own luck. Because no matter how cruel reality was, at least he was still alive, he still had a group of brothers he could entrust his life to, and he still had hope of seeing light again.

"Hey~ Uncle Zhao, what did you do before? Big boss, huh?" Wen Quanxin yawned, readjusted to a comfortable sitting position, and lazily asked.

"Hehehe," Zhao Yunhai laughed meaningfully twice, glanced at little Wen in the back row through the rearview mirror, and lightly said with a smile: "Why? Do I look like a big boss? Hehe, actually, I'm a university teacher!"

"A teacher!?" Almost in unison, Wang Qiang and Wen Quanxin blurted out in disbelief.

"Hehe, do I not look like one?"

"No, no, no, it's not that you don't look like one, it's just..." Wang Qiang glanced around the car interior and couldn't help but sigh softly, "The salary for teachers is really good now, huh, even bought such a bold car!"

"Hehe~" Another light chuckle, Zhao Yunhai seemed very amiable: "Does a teacher have to ride a bike? Hehe, just kidding. Actually, I do have a small design studio, although it's not like a big boss, but it does have some extra income."

"Huh? Teachers can run companies? Isn't that a bit..." Originally intending to say "unprofessional", but thinking it might be inappropriate, Wang Qiang chuckled awkwardly twice to conclude.

"Hehe," Hu Xiaodong, who had remained silent, slightly shifted his body after hearing Wang Qiang's questions, and then said calmly: "I think there's nothing wrong with teachers engaging in related work. As the saying goes, practical experience is where true knowledge comes from. Why do you go to school? Isn't it just to graduate and find a stable job, then get married and have children? So think about it, a teacher can both teach you theory and cultivate the basic qualities needed for your future job, it's a win-win situation without extra tuition, what's not to love?"

Just like that, everyone talked and laughed as they quickly arrived at the entrance of a medium-sized residential community.

"We're here, this is my place!" Holding the steering wheel tightly, Zhao Yunhai's forehead slightly creased.

Looking along, a gleaming plaque was hung on the sculpted wall beside the main gate of the community, the three big words "Huagui Garden" reflected in the sunlight, appearing vigorous and imposing.

Due to the gate barrier used to maintain community safety and block external and internal vehicle passage being damaged, Zhao Yunhai no longer needed to park and swipe a card like before.

The car continued forward, as they passed by the gatehouse, everyone couldn't help but gasp.

The glass was blood-red, two huge handprints formed a horrifying long mark from top to bottom, one can imagine that the victim at that time must have been quite helpless and panic-stricken.

On the seat, there was still a faint sight of a man in a community uniform lying back, his powerless arms barely maintaining their original appearance.

Although the survivors had seen too many similar bloody scenes before, inevitably, they still felt a wave of nausea rising...

Due to the narrowness and chaotic state of the district roads, Zhao Yunhai had to keep the car speed relatively slow.

And this inevitably provided those scattered zombies on the road with an opportunity.

These brainless beasts don't care what this tin can of a thing is, since you dare to so boldly break in and make such an unrestricted buzz, even if they can't knock you down, they have to at least peel a layer of skin off you.

Zombie hands slapped the car's surface making "papa" sounds, the beasts fearlessly used their frail bodies to either charge, block, hinder, or grab, intending to obstruct the progress of this "steel beast", but unfortunately, despite their strenuous efforts, the result was...

The car body occasionally bumped slightly, accompanied by some sounds of bone breaking, the Buick GL8 forged ahead, not long before it entered the depths of the community.

There's no denying that this "Huagui Garden" really is like its name suggests; here you can see strangely shaped rockeries, well-trimmed plants, a gently flowing artificial lake, and fully-equipped fitness playgrounds.

Undoubtedly, the environment here is at least a hundred times better than that cheap rental place of mine from earlier. In past times, Tang Xiaoquan would surely lament life's unfairness, the gap between people, but now...

Ha, even if you have tens of millions in wealth, even if you have luxury cars and mansions, so what?

Can you bribe zombies? Clearly not!

Can you exchange for food? Clearly also not!

You don't even have the chance to enjoy them! So...

Sometimes Tang Xiaoquan can't help but think, does this cruel apocalypse really not have any good points?

Setting aside those obvious tragic situations, Tang Xiaoquan discovered that humans have never been so equal, cities have never been as quiet, and even the sky above has never been so blue.

Maybe this catastrophe is nature punishing humanity. Reflecting on the past events, Tang Xiaoquan believes that those still alive now must have somewhat realized the mistakes of the past, so he sincerely hopes this punishment from the heavens won't last too long, because those who remain alive can no longer bear or want to experience the pain of losing family and friends again.

With the screech of the hub abruptly stopping, Tang Xiaoquan's sleepy thoughts were pulled back to reality.

"Here we are! Everyone, my house is on the 5th floor of this building, I'll go up by myself, I kindly ask you all to wait in the car!" Saying this, Zhao Yunhai began to pack his things...

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