67: Chapter 65: Get Some Good Rest 67: Chapter 65: Get Some Good Rest Lu Chen was about to get angry, but her words froze him in place, a smile tinging his cold gaze.
The next second, Zhao Changsheng’s words turned his face dark again.
“Momo, men are no good,” Zhao Changsheng clutched her chest, shook her head with a sigh, “Someday you’ll understand my worth.”
Having said that, she turned and walked away with a sultry twist of her waist, her gorgeous face feigning a sad expression.
“Just how heartbroken must this person have been to end up ?” Su Mo released her hug around Lu Chen, rubbing her arms vigorously, “That’s really scary.”
“Stay away from her in the future,” Lu Chen lowered his head and flicked her forehead.
“You flicked me again!” Su Mo pouted, glaring at him.
“Could you two consider my feelings for a second?” Jianxiong, like a stone statue, had been a spectator for who knows how long, getting increasingly fed up.
Su Mo glanced at Jianxiong and almost laughed out loud at the sight of his face, but remembering the wound on her back, she held it in.
Her half-smiling expression was yet another blow to Jianxiong.
“I’m going back to sleep,” Jianxiong grunted through his nose, seemingly aware that he was unfit to be seen, and covered his head as he left.
Li Qian walked in just as he was leaving, his face and balding head making Li Qian’s naturally amiable smile turn rather mischievous.
He walked in and asked, “What happened to him?”
“Nothing, just had a fight with Zhao Changsheng,” Su Mo replied, still unable to suppress a smile at the memory of that ridiculous face.
Lu Chen asked him, “Is everything taken care of?”
“Yeah, I told them all to go back to sleep tonight,” Li Qian nodded.
Lu Chen then briefly discussed with him the arrangements that he and Mo Yan had just confirmed, as well as the plans for the remaining ordinary prison population and the surviving superpower users.
“Tomorrow, you execute it.”
“So, you’re planning to be a hands-off boss now?”
“No, perhaps he’s just too lazy to talk,” Su Mo shook her head interjecting.
“Alright,” Li Qian touched his nose and nodded in polite agreement; after all, he had been acting as a messenger with Old Shen Du around.
Before he left, Lu Chen called out to him, offering an olive branch, “How about joining our team?”
“Hm?” This was unexpected for Li Qian, who expressed his surprise, “You want me to join?”
“That’s great,” Su Mo was all for it, Li Qian had a weakness, and he was incredibly cunning—a perfect fit for their team.
What he received was Lu Chen’s affirmative response.
“With me, there’s no hierarchy, only friends.”
After pondering for a moment, Li Qian’s face became affable with a smile, “With the War God inviting me, how can I refuse to join?”
“Pleasure doing business,” Lu Chen extended his hand toward him.
Li Qian gripped it, both applying a bit of force, signifying their consensus.
Su Mo clapped her hands cheerfully, “Let’s go, this is settled too, I still need to get the people out of the car.”
The pregnant woman had been curled up in the trunk all night; who knew what state she was in now.
“I’ll head down to the cafeteria,” Li Qian had been keeping his back straight since this evening, he greeted the two and then went his separate way.
Su Mo, not missing a beat, rushed back with Lu Chen to their parked car.
Opening the trunk, Zhuang Mei was still curled up motionless inside.
As fresh air poured into the car, she slowly opened her eyes.
Su Mo helped her out, “Come on, let’s find you a place.”
“Thank you,” Zhuang Mei expressed her gratitude repeatedly.
Supporting Zhuang Mei and walking alongside Lu Chen back to their dormitory, she asked the man, “What should we do next?
“Once there’s news from the Jiang Residence, we’ll go,” Lu Chen replied, his belief unwavering that the Jiang Family must still be alive.
“Mm-hmm,” Su Mo nodded.
She had no relatives or family to speak of, so following him and taking things one step at a time was just fine.
Back at the dormitory building, someone was tied up at the entrance.
“Did Li Qian treat him like a dog?” Su Mo approached Hao Hu, whose neck had been collared with a chain attached and tied to a tree.
The man was unconscious, his hand twisted at an unnatural angle and turning a shade of deep purple.
Zhuang Mei, seeing the horrifying state he was in, kept silent, too scared to speak.
“This guy, he’s got to pay the price for his words,” Su Mo said without an ounce of sympathy, as she supported Zhuang Mei into the dorm.
Su Mo settled her in a vacant room at the end of the first floor, and as they parted, the pregnant woman kept bowing and thanking her.
Zhao Xiweng, due to her leg injury, sat in her room waiting for news, while Mo Yan had already sent someone to inform her about starting work.
She was incredulous, just like Chu Mengyao, how could she, a high and mighty superpower user, one day need to serve everyone by gathering water?
But with Lu Chen’s character, he was definitely one to follow through with his word given the current situation in prison.
If she hadn’t fallen out with Su Mo…
Would her fate be different now?
She heard noises coming from the next room and suddenly looked towards the door.
The two returned to their own room.
Su Mo took off her leg wrap, quickly washed up, then climbed to the upper bunk to lie down.
There were still some bruises on her back that hadn’t faded.
“This gun’s magazine is too small,” she muttered.
“Next time, I’ll get you a bigger one,” Lu Chen reloaded the handgun, then placed a box of ammunition by her bedside.
“Heh heh,” Su Mo chuckled and took them, storing both the gun and the ammunition in her System Bag.
“Rest well these next two days.” Despite his height, allowing him to reach Su Mo easily even from below, he stretched out his hand and gently massaged her back through the fabric of her clothing.
“Mm,” she felt some prickling pain on her back, but Lu Chen had quite the technique, making her involuntarily ask, “Did you get injured often before?”
The man’s big hand never ceased as he replied, “Mm.”
If she had seen his body before the apocalypse, it would have scared her for sure.
The burdens borne by the man before her were perhaps far beyond her imagination.
As she mused, swept up by the comfort of Lu Chen’s massage, she drifted off to heavy sleep.
The man gazed at her sleeping face, his eyes softening as his hand movements became even gentler.
Li Qian hurried to the cafeteria.
Su Niang had stayed in the compartment all this while, following his words, and burst into tears of joy upon seeing him.
“Li Qian, you’re still alive, that’s wonderful.”
“I’ve come to get you,” Li Qian patted her shoulder, a rare sincere smile on his face.
Su Niang wiped her tears and let him help her up to leave.
Su Mo stayed prone on the bed all night, and when she awoke in the morning, she felt miserable.
In the bathroom, she grimaced and said, “You’ve really suffered.”
Lu Chen saw her come out with a sad look on her face.
“No, it’s better now,” Su Mo quickly shook her head, “Let’s go.”
They hadn’t brought back supplies yesterday, and today Mo Yan led a group out early in the morning.
Chu Mengyao had gone to stay in Zhao Xiweng’s room since dawn.
And then Li Qian came to ask for assistance.