"Why don't we open it? They've all run away!" The young man looked puzzled at the old man who kept calling him grandson.
A burly man pushed through the crowd and shouted at the young man, "Kid, stop yakking. If you don't open it, give the key. I want to get out; I'm tired of living this damn life."
As he spoke, he reached out to snatch the key from the young man's hand.
Seeing this, the old man quickly said, "Didn't you hear the gunshots outside? Sothing big must have happened outside, or else we wouldn't hear gunshots from here, and even the ones watching over us have fled.
You all heard the content from the walkie-talkie earlier, right? Rebellion, they are fighting."
The burly man sneered and mocked, "Isn't that perfect? It gives us a chance to escape. Kid, hand over the key."
"You've seen how the wall is built, you know it's not finished yet. With all that gunfire, and now it's night, the zombies might co in!
If we don't open the door, this is the safest place. If we open the door, everyone will die!"
The old man's eyes were calmly intimidating, but he was still patient in his explanation.
Because he knew there were many people here who held the sa thoughts as the burly man, wanting to escape from here.
"Ha, I don't believe a damn word of it! Don't make use force!" The burly man stepped up to seize the key from the young man's hand.
So people nearby heard the old man's words and their expressions beca uncertain.
But many others thought like the burly man, that if zombies ca in, the motorcycle gang would surely stop firing and block the zombies.
This was the only chance for these slaves to escape.
This opportunity was too rare, and if they didn't grasp it, they might never have another chance.
So they looked towards the young man with unfriendly eyes, and the aning was very clear.
The young man watched as the crowd approached, quickly taking a few steps toward the old man.
He asked in a low voice, "Old Huang, what do we do now?"
Inside, the old man sighed bitterly, and a fierce determination appeared in his eyes.
He said to the young man, "Xiao Ye, go open the door, but rember not to give them the key."
The young man pursed his lips. Though the old man often took advantage of him, always calling him grandson, he had seen the old man's skill. If it weren't for Old Huang, the two of them would probably have died in this doomsday.
In this cannibalistic doomsday, it was incredibly difficult for the old and young to survive.
All this was thanks to Old Huang's ability to make accurate judgnts ti and ti again.
Repeatedly correct judgnts made the young man increasingly trust the old man.
"Don't push, don't push, I'll open the door now." Xiao Ye looked at the approaching crowd and quickly shouted.
"Don't open it!" So people who heard Old Huang's words said to the young Xiao Ye.
"Hurry and open it! If you don't, I'll kill you."
"Open the door!"
These burly n spoke nacingly to Xiao Ye.
Inwardly annoyed, Xiao Ye looked at their vicious faces.
Why so fierce? Why not be as tough facing those motorcycle gang mbers?
Among the slaves, there would often be conflicts.
These were bullies who preyed on the weak.
The young man quickly went to the door and inserted the key into the lock.
Click!
The lock was opened.
Bam!
As soon as the lock was opened, the iron door was pushed open forcefully by the burly man.
Then he ran outside, looking excited.
Thud thud thud!
A large group of people followed the burly man, running outside together.
"Ouch." The young man was bumped several tis by those running out, so he could only move away from the door and watch them leave.
This instant, a quarter of the people in the workshop were gone.
Many of the remaining people were watching to see if there were zombies outside; only those who went out would know.
Once they saw, they would decide whether to go out.
The burly man was the first to run out of the workshop. He saw smoke rising outside, flas everywhere, and gunshots heard from ahead.
But no zombies were seen.
He was about to run outside, but took two steps and suddenly rembered Old Huang's words, so he backed up a few steps.
He shouted towards the people inside the iron fence, "Old Huang, damn liar, where are the zombies? Haven't seen a single one. Co out quickly; if you don't, there'll be no chance."
Watching him co out and then return to explain the situation outside, with this precedent, those inside the iron fence, already desperately wanting to go out, could no longer hold back, and they all rushed outside.
Old Huang heard the burly man's words and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.
Ultimately, he still felt he should not go out.
This evening, the leader of the motorcycle gang suddenly took most of the gang out, surely they encountered so problem.
Now it's night, and from inside the workshop, no sound of a large number of vehicles can be heard; judging by the noise, only a few have co in.
Where did the others go?
There must be sothing odd.
Plus those who just returned, and shortly after, rebellion broke out outside, clearly sothing was wrong.
Most importantly, even if they escaped amidst chaos, then what?
In the pitch black night, surrounded by zombies outside the wall, where could they run from the workshop?
At most, they just move from this workshop cage to a cage surrounded by zombies. A failed escape has no aning.
Moreover, Old Huang didn't want to take risks.
The gunshots outside were so loud, most of the motorcycle gang had gone out and not returned, indicating a shortage of personnel here.
Once the wall is breached, the gang's base becos a death trap.
The safest bet was to stay in this makeshift cage workshop, at least they wouldn't die.
After contemplating for a while, Old Huang's gaze beca resolute, confident in his judgnt.
Then, he slowly approached the door, getting closer to the young man he always called grandson.
Crash~
More and more people cannot resist the allure of freedom. They've been bullied and exploited by the Motorcycle Gang for too long, unable to bear it any longer.
The number of people in the factory is visibly decreasing.
Soon, the factory which originally housed over a thousand, nearly two thousand people, suddenly lost more than half.
Among those who stayed, so were still observing, wanting to wait a bit longer.
So had listened to Old Huang's words, feeling he made sense, so they stayed.
Others didn't know what to do; going out felt dangerous, staying seed safer.
Suddenly, a few people stepped out from the factory, led by a short man.
In any group, even in prison, there will be people banding together to form gangs, and with gangs co leaders.
This group had comparatively strong power among the slaves.
Old Huang's eyes changed slightly as he saw this group approaching.
His mouth opened, revealing two missing front teeth, and he said to the short man at the front, "Jiu Ge, are you going out too?"
The short man looked deeply at Old Huang, then surveyed the others in the factory.
After pondering for a mont, he slowly approached Old Huang, and whispered, "Old Huang, you're a smart man. Tell why you're not going out?"
Upon hearing this, Old Huang curbed his smile and said to Jiu Ge, "Didn't I just say? The gunfire outside is so loud, and the walls aren't built properly, they won't hold."
The short man gave Old Huang a deep look and said, "I hope you're not lying to ."
Then he said to a young man, "Kid, bring the keys over."
Xiao Ye glanced at Old Huang, the aning in his eyes clear.
We definitely can't beat them, so what do we do?
Old Huang pondered for a few seconds. The short man now wants the keys in hand. What is his purpose?
After all, the door is already open.
The purpose of wanting the keys is obvious—
He wants to shut the door!!
"Give it to him." Old Huang's mind raced as he instantly realized the short man's sche.
The young man tossed the keys to Jiu Ge, who caught them, then walked over to a few people following him and whispered a few words.
The people, having heard the short man's words, showed surprised expressions, and then walked to the doorway, guarding the iron-barred door.
They wrapped the chains around, put the lock in place, and partially closed the door.
When they want to shut the door completely, they can easily pull it shut, pull the chain, and lock it. It's very convenient.
But it's not completely closed; if soone wants to go out, they can squeeze under the chains.
Xiao Ye walked over to Old Huang and asked in a low voice, "Old Huang, why did you let give them the keys? Now we're very passive.
If zombies really break in outside and he doesn't close the door, we will all die.
If there are no zombies outside and he shuts the door, we lose our chance to escape."
Old Huang gave the young man a look; he was quite tall, at least six foot three, but too thin, weighing less than 120 pounds.
"Can you beat them?" Old Huang glanced at Xiao Ye, speaking lightly.
"......" The young man looked at the people guarding the door, feeling a bit defiant but also helpless, unable to find words.
"My son, knowing when the timing is right makes you wise; that's the first lesson.
The second lesson is to understand the intention of others in so situations. If you want to accomplish sothing, just relying on your own strength is not enough. If you can discern others' intentions, and they don't conflict with your interests, then you can concede in certain matters.
When the ti is right, the world will assist; when the ti is wrong, heroes are not free.
Go with the trend, and sotis leverage it to benefit..."
The young man seed to understand, but not completely.
But to show he understood, not wanting to be looked down upon by Old Sun, he was also a person with pride.
So he looked up at a 45-degree angle, trying to appear profound, his gaze deep, nodding his head, and said, "Makes sense."
Old Huang saw his behavior, and his mouth twitched.
This kid's mannerisms are just like his father's.
It's really annoying.
But what comforted him was that this kid was still very respectful to the elderly and young. Even though he never admitted he was Old Huang's grandson, during dangerous tis, he never abandoned him to escape alone.
As ti passed, and they went through more experiences together, he treated this kid as his own grandson.
.....
As gunfire rang out, outside the Motorcycle Gang's unfinished walls, zombies beca increasingly restless.
Click!
Suddenly, on the right, a sound ca from one part of the wall.
That section of the wall was only half-built, with vehicles blocking the middle, tied together with chains and fixed on cent.
Now the vehicle in the middle was pushed by the group of zombies.
Crack crack crack!
The vehicle initially wedged in place, with a loosened chain, made the gap between vehicles grow.
Bang!
The vehicle was completely pushed aside, and a large mass of zombies squeezed through the gap.
These zombies surged like a tide, crashing into blocked cars, creating an opening, and easily breaking through other blockers.
Soon the gap widened, forming a six to seven ter opening.
More and more zombies broke through.
And at this mont.
The burly man who had just run out of the factory, after rushing out, saw people in the center still fighting close-combat, already in the heat of a gunfight.
Pleased, he ran around the center, heading to the right.
He intends to escape!
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