Chapter 317 - 262: The Warmth of Xufeng

Chapter 317: Chapter 262: The Warmth of Xufeng

Yu Dong: "Who?"

Lin Mo: "Yanhai City’s top-tier sniper, Lv Sheng..."

Lin Mo: "And remember, find a room with a window..."

Lin Mo: "Oh, right, I have a little trick for lying. If you don’t want to get caught... create a persona, get into character, and let that persona do the talking for you..."

Yu Dong: "I don’t need to create one. I already have that persona... The me from the second life: short-sighted, content with modest wealth and stability, prone to relying on others... I’ll use that version of myself when I meet with Yin Shuangyang..."

Song Jinchuan: "My family and I can help you deal with enemies at sea... You have a good memory. We have a set of secret codes used within the family. If you want to pass a message, just leave a sign somewhere we can see it..."

Ji Luo: "Unfortunately, I can’t help with this matter, but... as for the vaccine, leave it to me in the next life..."

"..."

"..."

After a full day of meetings, they finalized all the plans for the next life.

Lin Mo: "Let’s give this plan a name. A bit of ceremony will make things go smoother."

Fan Zhenyu: "Operation Decapitation!"

Zhang Yihuai: "The Apocalypse Preppers?"

Wang Dingbei: "Alright, we don’t even know if there will be a next life... Besides, the situation isn’t that bad right now. It’s just one mutated zombie. Once the Wilderness Battle Corps arrives..."

"A single spark."

Yu Dong spoke up.

"Operation Single Spark. I’ll be the one to light the biggest fire!"

At that moment, it was incredibly fitting.

Wang Dingbei looked at Yu Dong, whose eyes were shining, and sighed.

"Yu Dong, even though we’ve planned everything out today... ’Man proposes, God disposes.’ Once you’re really in the game, any plan can go wrong. There’s no such thing as a perfect plan..."

"During this process, you might be humiliated, threatened, intimidated, beaten, and even... killed."

"The path you’ve chosen is covered in thorns."

Yu Dong clenched his fists, his eyes filled with dauntless courage.

"My path is the path of thorns!"

"If I can’t even handle a little humiliation, what right do I have to talk about saving the world?"

"As long as we can create the vaccine in the next life, I’m willing to sacrifice everything... including my soul."

The fire in Yu Dong’s eyes burned bright red.

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...

...

BANG!

Yu Dong pushed the door open and walked out of the room where he had been held.

This hallway, in the doomsday entertainment center he had personally built for Yin Shuangyang’s crew, was now littered with corpses.

The windows on one side were completely shattered. Red light poured in from outside, adding a ghastly sheen to the floor.

The fiery sunset clouds today were a garish, blood-red.

In the hallway, three henchmen who had dutifully put on their protective suits and helmets ahead of time were now trembling in fear.

They didn’t understand why the outbreak, scheduled for 8:00, had suddenly begun at 7:00, turning everyone around them into zombies.

Nor did they understand why a constant stream of bullets was coming from outside, picking off the zombies one by one. They didn’t dare move, terrified of getting hit.

"Brother Yu! Brother Yu is out!"

"Where’s President Yin? Why isn’t he out yet? This is terrifying!"

"Someone’s been shooting outside this whole time. Is it one of ours?"

These underlings knew of Yu Dong. He was Yin Shuangyang’s hand-picked second-in-command, a big shot in the crew. Finally, someone was here to take charge.

ROAR~~~

A zombie with a broken spine was crawling on the ground toward Yu Dong and the others.

BANG!

A bullet shot through the scarlet light, a clean headshot!

Yu Dong glanced out the window, then said to the three henchmen, "That’s my man out there. The zombies are all dead. You can take off your helmets."

Hearing that it was Yu Dong’s man, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief and took off their helmets.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

With three shots, Yu Dong took care of Yin Shuangyang’s three henchmen.

Just then, Zhao Youcai came from upstairs, having found Yin Shuangyang’s son, and handed him to Yu Dong.

He was a cute little boy, his face a mess of tears and snot.

Under the glow of the fiery clouds, the entire long corridor became a scarlet hallway.

Yu Dong held the little boy, his tactical boots treading through the blood pooling on the floor, as he walked outward. One step, one step, one step...

His back was straight, his steps firm.

’The road ahead of me is rough, rugged, and thorny, but I will keep walking until... I reach the end.’

The faces of everyone who died in the last life replayed endlessly in Yu Dong’s mind, crystal clear.

The last face was Yin Shuangyang’s, one of relief as he went to his death.

’Yin Shuangyang, we walk different paths. There’s no place for you in this game.’

’I can’t let my hesitation get them killed all over again...’

...

CREAK~

The main gate to the dormitory area was pushed open from the inside.

Yu Dong, the little boy, Zhao Youcai, and Huang Zhiqiang, who was carrying Xufeng on his back, walked out.

In the entertainment center behind them, the corridor floor was covered with bodies, none of them moving...

Yu Dong set the little boy down on the ground.

"What’s your name?"

"Yin Jiahao."

"From now on, you’ll take my surname. We’ll call you Yu Jiahao. How about that?"

"My name is Yin Jiahao! My dad is Yin Shuangyang, and my grandpa is Yin Zhiyong! Our whole family’s surname is Yin! You’re not one of us! I want my daddy! Where did you take my daddy? I want my daddy, WAAAH~~~"

Yin Jiahao sat on the ground and cried.

Yu Dong was silent.

He looked at the horizon. The spectacular fiery clouds that had been burning since 7:00 were now fading, with only a little red left, barely holding on.

Darkness would follow.

Listening to Yin Jiahao’s cries, Yu Dong thought of his own core team... They hadn’t managed to assemble before the apocalypse, and he didn’t know what kind of situation they were in now.

He held his phone in his hand, but he didn’t dare to make a call.

He was afraid that one of the numbers wouldn’t go through... But he was even more afraid that if a call did connect, he would hear them in danger and be powerless to help.