Undead

Chapter 58

The door slammed loudly, and Guo Weixiang looked up in surprise from the bed. He saw Yan Hao rushing in, his face pale, and he asked abruptly, "Where's Chun Cao Ding Shi?"

"She's on patrol with someone," Guo Weixiang replied, puzzled. "Why?"

Yan Hao stared at him with an intense, unsettling gaze, breathing heavily for a while before he spoke through gritted teeth, "I've lost Si Nan."

"Oh, really," Guo Weixiang turned a page of his comic book, showing little interest. "Why didn't you give Si Nan to Rong Ge earlier and let this fruitless first love come to an end, Vice-Captain? Rong Ge has been burning incense for thirty years to finally catch this blind rat named Si Nan. But from a facial perspective, you still have many chances..."

Yan Hao grabbed the comic book. "Come with me."

"What are you doing? Give it back! I finally borrowed the latest issue from someone!"

Ignoring Guo Weixiang's frustration, Yan Hao, like a gust of wind, rushed into the inner room. In the blink of an eye, he had taken a submachine gun and two tactical backpacks. He threw one of the backpacks in front of Guo Weixiang.

"The Captain told me not to let Si Nan be alone, but I lost him."

The two stared at each other for a few seconds. Guo Weixiang opened his mouth in disbelief, and Yan Hao hoarsely said, "He was taken by the people from this base."

"Captain," Guo Weixiang said seriously, "Rong Ge will kill you."

"Sss..."

Still feeling dizzy from the effects of the sedative, Zhou Rong opened his eyes and felt the world spin for a moment.

"Give him some water," a rough male voice said.

Cold water was forcibly poured into his mouth, but Zhou Rong's trained reaction was different from an ordinary person's. Instead of swallowing, he spat it out, choking but awakening.

The train car continued to sway with the motion of travel, and outside the window, the sky had darkened. The mountain road was rapidly retreating.

Wan Biao sat across from him, pointing a gun at Zhou Rong's head, while a burly henchman by his side watched intently.

Zhou Rong massaged his temples forcefully, and he remained unfazed by the gun pointed so close to his head, asking, "What time is it?"

"It's five o'clock," Wan Biao said coldly. "You sent more than twenty of my men to the emergency room. Don't move, or I'll really lose my temper with you."

"Where are you taking me?"

"Onto a ship."

"What about my team members?"

"That girl and the country bumpkin are patrolling outside the base with my people. I'll have the pretty boy and the second-generation official sent over shortly. Don't worry, none of you will be left behind; all of you can board the ship."

Zhou Rong then asked lazily, "What about my wife?"

"Your wife?" Wan Biao grabbed Zhou Rong's collar as if he found it ridiculous. "Have you not figured it out yet? All of your lives are in our hands. We've provided good food and drinks for you and are sending you to sea, which is more than enough. You're asking for too much."

Zhou Rong said nonchalantly, "Let's talk nicely and avoid any physical contact."

Zhou Rong's demeanor was just too relaxed, unlike that of a special forces soldier, and he appeared even less serious than newly enlisted recruits. Wan Biao was on the verge of losing his last thread of gratitude for Zhou Rong for guarding the base that night. He only wanted to punch him, and he took several deep breaths to suppress this urge.