"Your relatives are relatives, but what about these soldiers who protect you? It’s not them who set the taxes, so what are you yelling for? Did they pop out of the rocks to just throw away their lives for you?"
Although her words were coarse, the rationale was solid, which moved the soldiers, their eyes reddening. Most of them didn’t even know if their families were still alive.
The crowd below was stunned, then, as if provoked, burst into shouts.
"Who are you to replace Admiral Rong?"
"Little girl, come down here."
Rong Bai looked at her for a long while, then suddenly spoke up, "Who says she can’t?"
His voice, strong and resonant, boomed, "She is my sister-in-law."
He somewhat understood why Lu Chen wanted her.
The crowd below fell silent.
Su Mo was quite pleased with the accolade; she continued loudly, "It’s the apocalypse now. Don’t play the legal and moral society card with us. It’s about power here. If you have ability, follow; if not, find a corner to shrink into."
As she spoke, her eyes fixed on those who yelled the loudest, her Tang Blade suddenly appearing in her hand with a murderous look. Months of experience had given her a cute face, but the aura of slaughter overwhelmed her appearance.
The crowd was startled, realizing she was a superpower user.
Rong Bai gave a look to the soldiers below.
In coordination with Su Mo, the soldiers under the vehicle simultaneously raised their rifles, all aimed at the civilian convoy.
Lu Chen leaped onto the vehicle, lifted Su Mo down, releasing the full press of a Level 3 superpower user, his voice indifferent, "You have one night to decide whether to stay or leave."
The terrifying aura from the man caused the crowd to step back a few steps. Currently, Level 3 superpower users were scarily scarce, and their dominance made them show fear.
As the two left, Rong Bai regained control of the situation, visibly annoyed and stern, full of murderous intent, "Stay, and we won’t protect you. The rear army will reclaim this area by tomorrow morning."
He instructed Sergeant Yang, who had followed him, to handle the aftermath before leaving, disregarding the renewed uproar behind him.
Lu Chen led her back to their tent, Jianxiong was about to greet them when he saw the curtain pulled shut; a grin spread on his lips, "Boss is really eager."
"Why did you go up there?" Knowing he had hurt her again, he sat inside the tent to massage her hand.
Her hands were indeed delicate.
"I saw you were upset," Su Mo moved closer to him, having noticed his gloomy expression earlier, and spoke with a beaming smile, "Your lives and jobs shouldn’t be trampled on ."
"Are you standing up for us?" Lu Chen stopped massaging her hand and looked up at her.
"Of course, how could they talk about my man like that?" Su Mo’s expression was matter-of-fact.
Lu Chen fell silent for a moment; his heart felt as if it had fallen into a honey pot, so sweet that it was cloying; his thinly pursed lips curved into a clear arc.
Su Mo found herself staring at him again, just hearing him say,
When he smiled, he was incredibly gentle, so gentle that it made her swoon at a glance. Su Mo unconsciously stroked his face, "I really hope you can keep smiling ."
He embraced her and chuckled lightly, "I’ll try my best."
"Tomorrow, when they eat, give a few bags of rice to Rong Bai. It’s quite pitiful that they eat instant noodles and dry food every day," Su Mo whispered softly.
Even without Su Mo saying it, Lu Chen had planned this, given Rong Bai was one of the few he could truly call a brother.
The two of them slept in each other’s arms. The next morning, while it was still dim outside, Rong Bai’s orders took effect. The small team that had been following last to protect the tail had finished rejoining, now waiting at the back for the army at the front to turn around.
That morning, everyone simply washed up and grabbed some food. Zhao Changsheng had a big bump on his head and was holding her neck, crying out in pain as she emerged from the tent.
Su Mo didn’t feel sorry for her at all and told her to drink some Biluochun Tea and bear with it.
After packing up, Lu Chen took out some oil to fill up the vehicles, and once Rong Bai had confirmed the route, he signaled for the lead convoy to turn around.
Wang Hai, who had been kicked out of the team, saw them turning around and didn’t dare to follow at the tail; he was so frightened that he had someone drive him straight away from the junction.
Su Mo noticed the monster hanging at the back of the convoy and frowned, not understanding why they had to bring this thing along.
Their series of actions made it clear to the ordinary citizens that they were serious. A very small portion of them left, leaving behind those who either had no Combat Power or were still observing as superpower users.
Many didn’t want to lose their shelter just like that and directly blocked the road in the middle with their cars, stopping the military vehicles one after another.
Rong Bai’s vehicle was at the very front. He slowly stopped. Jianxiong followed behind him, and Li Chuan was next to them.
"They’ve blocked the road," Jianxiong turned off the engine, his square face full of irritation.
"Pass me the walkie-talkie," Lu Chen said, sitting in the trunk—his thin lips pressed into a straight line.
Li Qian handed it over.
The man pressed the switch and spoke directly to Rong Bai with a cold voice, "Just drive through them."
Suddenly, through the walkie-talkie, Rong Bai’s deep and magnetic voice responded, "I was just about to."
These people had worn out his patience.
After receiving the instructions, Sergeant Yang got down from the vehicle and shouted directly at the crowd, "You have one minute to move, or we will drive through."
He didn’t care at all about their screams and simply returned to his vehicle to start timing.
The headlights of the front row of military vehicles turned on, and these people even naively thought that they wouldn’t dare to drive through and collectively stood in the road.
This series of actions had already chilled the soldiers to the bone.
The logic was simple—even if they entered Yan City, these people couldn’t escape death, but they just didn’t understand.
When he said one minute, it meant one minute; Rong Bai, gripping the walkie-talkie, his eyes fiery, ordered, "Hit them!"
Dozens of military vehicles heard the command, stepped on the gas, and charged forward.
"Fuck, they’re serious!"
"Run! Get to the side!"
Now, no one thought they were joking anymore. The crowd scattered instantly, and the cars blocking the road were directly knocked aside, these small cars not even comparable to the military vehicles, and several were immediately totaled.
Dozens of vehicles sped away.
"Follow them! They’re leaving!"
"Quick, follow them!"
Everyone was thrown into chaos, clumsily starting their vehicles to chase after them, the superpower users among the crowd followed suit.
Before long, a long tail was hanging behind the military vehicles.
Su Mo leaned on the small window of the trunk and glanced at the still huge convoy, shaking her head before turning around and sitting down properly.
They needed to return to Lakefront County, getting off the highway onto the national road toward Yan City—the journey wasn’t very far, but the number of zombies clearly increased when they exited the highway onto the national road.