Undead

Chapter 29

Zhou Rong's brow furrowed intensely, and after just half a second, he briefly said, "I understand."

Ignoring Si Nan's slight resistance, he wrapped one arm around Si Nan's back and the other under his legs, lifting him horizontally. He headed into the bathroom, and once inside, he placed Si Nan in the shower area. Turning on the cold water, he began to spray it on Si Nan's face.

"Uh... Ugh!"

Of course, Si Nan wasn't cooperative, and the struggle continued for more than ten seconds. Finally, he managed to knock off the showerhead and yelled, "Get out!"

Si Nan was completely soaked, his skin glistening from the cold water, but his eyes seemed like they were about to ignite—out of anger.

Zhou Rong immediately raised both hands and said, "I'm sorry."

Zhou Rong's T-shirt was soaked too, clinging tightly to his body, revealing the well-defined muscular lines of his upper body. To make matters more awkward, his camo pants had formed a noticeable tent due to the water, and there was no way to hide it.

"Sorry," Zhou Rong repeated earnestly, then added with self-deprecation, "How about you hit me a few times to vent your anger?"

As he spoke, he was suddenly hit by Si Nan, sending his head tilting to the side.

"You moron," Si Nan said coldly.

Zhou Rong wiped his face and reached out to ruffle Si Nan's hair. Before Si Nan could dodge, he felt Zhou Rong roughly ruffling his hair. Zhou Rong chuckled and said hoarsely, "There, all settled."

Then, he stood up, coughed, and when he spoke again, his voice had returned to normal. "Xiao Si, you have three minutes to change into dry clothes and grab your weapons. Meet downstairs!"

Zhou Rong stepped out of the room, and Guo Weixiang was waiting in the corridor. When Guo Weixiang saw him coming out, he looked Zhou Rong up and down, clearly surprised, and said, "Rong-ge, what's going on with you?"

"Can't I put on clothes and take a shower?" Zhou Rong muttered and asked, "What's the situation now?"

"Ah? Oh, Feng Wentai knocked out the guards, stole the minibus keys, and completely broke through the barbed wire to the north..."

Zhou Rong sighed heavily inside.

I have to rely on my right hand for the rest of my life, he thought.

12:30 AM, North of the Factory.

People hurriedly moved back and forth, running and shining flashlights in the dark night. Large sections of barbed wire lay toppled in the knee-high dry grass. Chun Cao directed the men to hook and lift the wire with several ropes. He personally held one rope and shouted, "Three, two, one—"

"Up!"

Everyone worked together, lifting the deformed barbed wire, which creaked under the strain. Then, it split into pieces and crashed back onto the ground amid cries!

Zhou Rong stopped in his tracks and said, "What's the temperature now?"

"Minus five degrees," Guo Weixiang replied. "It's getting colder tonight."

The last trace of moonlight had disappeared, and the vast expanse of the dark night was devoid of stars or the moon. The factory compound, deprived of the protection of the barbed wire, seemed boundless.

In the distance, darkness extended as far as the eye could see, as if a colossal mouth of a demon had opened wide.

Zhou Rong suddenly felt an unsettling premonition, but he concealed his unease. He asked, "Where are the guards that Feng Wentai's people knocked out?"