Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 755 - 741

Lei Tong and Hua Biao stood upright and saluted Old Xu: "Commander, what do you need us for?"

Old Xu waved for them to sit down, then said in a deep voice, "I called you here because there’s a new task for you two!"

"What task?" The two exchanged a glance, their expressions immediately turned serious.

"From now on, put aside everything you’re working on, and you don’t need to participate in the regular shifts and guard duties. I’ll arrange for others to fill those positions!"

A soldier’s duty is to obey orders; since Old Xu had said so, Lei and Hua naturally had no objections.

However, they were a bit puzzled about being relieved of these tasks. After all, it would make them idle in the villa, which would be embarrassing for them. "Commander, if we’re not to handle these tasks, then what are we supposed to do?"

Even though Old Xu had made it clear he’d assign them new tasks, the situation made them wonder if they had done something wrong.

Seeing their tense faces, Old Xu walked over, placed his hands on their shoulders, and spoke softly, "I’m having you stop your current tasks not for a break but because I’ve got something more important for you!"

With Old Xu’s words, the downcast Lei and Hua instantly perked up, almost asking in unison, "Commander, what’s the important task?"

"Surveillance on Liu Fugui. I want you, from the moment you step outside this door, to focus all your energy on Liu Fugui and his group, including his son. If there’s anything unusual or inappropriate, notify me or Old Lin immediately."

"Surveillance?" Lei Tong asked puzzledly, "Do you suspect they’re up to something?"

"Then why don’t we just..." Hua Biao also expressed confusion. Knowing their intentions, why treat them so courteously?

"Ah, Little Lei, Little Hua, it’s not as you think!" Old Lin offered each of them a cup of water, then continued, "Although I’m sending you to monitor Liu Fugui, it doesn’t necessarily mean they’re enemies! We’re just taking precautions, just in case. Hehe, so when you carry out this task, you need to be discreet. Don’t tell the other brothers, no one. If this gets out, it not only makes us seem disloyal but could also jeopardize the cooperation we’ve just established. Got it?"

Old Lin’s few words quickly put Lei Tong and Hua Biao at ease. They repeatedly said, "Commander, Old Lin, don’t worry, we know what to do. We’ll handle it well!"

"Hmm, this task won’t last too long. But in the coming days, you’ll have to work hard. Do this: later, go live in the room opposite Liu Fugui’s.

Moreover, coordinate with Old Bi, explain the situation to him, and have him observe these people from the monitoring room if necessary.

Remember, keep this low-key, and avoid alerting them, particularly Liu Fugui. This man is cunning; you must be cautious not to let him sense anything amiss!"

"Yes, Commander!"

After Lei Tong and Hua Biao left, Old Xu finally felt relieved. Having done what needed to be done and said what needed to be said, he sat down and relaxed. Old Lin timely offered a cup of hot tea.

"Thanks!" Old Xu opened the lid, and the refreshing tea aroma immediately revived his slightly tired spirits.

"This afternoon sure was busy!" Old Lin remarked.

"Hehe, isn’t that the truth? Who could have predicted the once-arrogant Liu Fugui would end up like this?" Old Xu shook his head, indicating how unpredictable life can be.

But soon, his gaze shifted to Lin Junfu, who was leaning back, sipping tea, teasing, "Old Lin, I think you have the makings of an instructor!"

"Instructor?"

"Yep! The way you just explained to Lei Tong and them about monitoring Liu Fugui, it was just like an instructor! I think, if you don’t mind a lower position, you should be our instructor!"

"Haha! Oh, my dear Old Xu, you really overestimate me! With my temperament, tending to want to curse when in a hurry, you want me to be an instructor? Please spare me, I don’t want to be shot in the back by the soldiers on the battlefield!" Old Lin made a playful gesture of being shot, making Old Xu laugh out loud.

As Lin Junfu and Xu Renjie were joking, on a country road a hundred miles from their base, the SUV carrying Spring Xiu was crawling forward.

As the sky grew darker, Spring Xiu was growing more anxious. Traveling at night in the apocalypse is undoubtedly dangerous, especially amid such heavy snowfall.

No one was more unfortunate on this trip than the driver of the lead car, who had endured his share of Spring Xiu’s berating. The interference from Spring Xiu’s violent behavior even caused the car to skid several times, nearly leading to disaster.

Perhaps fearing for his own life, Spring Xiu eventually stopped punishing the driver, but his verbal tirades continued unabated.

Liu Yunpeng strolled idly through the villa, hoping to find something in his room to pass the time, but his room was securely locked, and he had no key to open it.

Left with no choice, he headed downstairs. In the living room, Wang Zhongyu and others who didn’t have tasks were amusing themselves.

From afar, Liu Yunpeng noticed A Cheng holding a black square object, which was his PS2.

He couldn’t help but furrow his brows, and as he looked further, there was Wen Quanjin, legs arrogantly crossed like a thug, holding a post-apocalyptic novel from Liu Yunpeng’s home, "Apocalypse Saint Armor."

Seeing this, Liu Yunpeng cursed internally. These guys really don’t treat him as an outsider, taking and using his stuff as they please.

Liu Yunpeng’s appearance didn’t draw attention from the others in the living room. It wasn’t so much that no one noticed him, but that nobody cared to interact with him. Everyone knew about his disgraceful act of insulting Wang Qiang.

Moreover, everyone present had close ties with Wang Qiang, so their indifference toward this spoiled princeling was understandable.

Each person went about their own business, finding their own entertainment, occasionally joking as if Liu Yunpeng didn’t exist.

Over time, he felt increasingly irrelevant, and though it bothered him, he could only helplessly accept it.

"WOW!" Tang Xiaoquan exclaimed as Old Zhao brought in a pot of spicy beef and vermicelli stew. The long-lost aroma and enticing red oil made Tang Xiaoquan’s taste buds come alive, eager for a close encounter with the pot’s delicious contents.

Old Zhao cheerfully stirred the pot with a ladle, the rising steam warming up the once cold living room.

"Come on, come on, this is your Uncle Zhao’s hard work, so regardless of the taste, you two have to give him face and eat at least two bowls each!" Old Zhao said while piling the rice into bowls with enthusiasm, stopping only when the bowls couldn’t hold any more. (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote at Qidian.com for recommendation and monthly tickets; your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read on m.qidian.com.)