Doomsday Abyss, 2000 ters underground, inside the cave.
Biaozi was holding a gun, watching the group of slaves working as he patrolled back and forth, not daring to slack off. With more slaves now, it wasn’t like before; any slightest mistake would an dereliction of duty for him.
He wasn’t worried about the slaves successfully revolting.
After all, there was Master Mang.
But suppressing a rebellion always ant so slaves would die, and he, as the head thug, might end up bearing the bla.
At that mont—
"Biao,"
Hei Hao sneaked over and whispered, "Got any more cigarettes? I haven’t smoked all day, my mouth’s a bit greedy."
Biaozi frowned at this.
"Didn’t I assign you the patrol route? Who told you to wander off? What if sothing happens and you take the bla?"
"I’m out of cigarettes too. Get back to work."
"Heh heh..."
Hei Hao chuckled awkwardly, lowering his voice, "A few days ago in the ruins of Taiping City, didn’t we loot a bunch of cigarettes? I asked you, Biao, to save a few packs, but you turned them all in, saying Master Mang would definitely distribute them to us. But now, we haven’t received any."
"How about you ask Master Mang about it?"
"..."
Biaozi looked at Hei Hao expressionlessly, remaining silent for a long ti before softly saying, "Hei Hao, before Doomsday hit, I was your foreman, and you followed working on construction sites, I was the one who brought you out of the village."
"After Doomsday, wherever I went, I took you with , and I’ve saved you a few tis."
"You haven’t forgotten these two favors, have you?"
"I haven’t forgotten, why?"
"Then don’t bring up things that make it difficult for in the future." Biaozi patted Hei Hao’s shoulder gently and said, "The other day in the carriage you joked about playing with Ji Chuchu, saying it was sothing Master Mang promised, and Pig Train Captain’s face turned black."
"Is that sothing you should say?"
"Everyone knows your position on the train is my confidant, you’ve been with from the start, if you keep making offhand comnts, where does that leave ?"
"You want to ask Master Mang for cigarettes?"
"Do you think I have that face, or do you?"
"If I refuse you, would you bear a grudge against , thinking that now I’m doing well, I don’t care about the feelings of my old brother?"
"I’m telling you all this not to lecture you, but to hope you’ll be more careful with your words in the future. My status on the train isn’t that high; at best, I’m just the head thug. To be blunt, Master Mang just needs this role, regardless of who fills it."
"Do you understand?"
"Look at Er Dan, he hardly speaks a word usually, and now he’s still patrolling along my planned route. Learn from him, don’t think about other things when working, go on."
Er Dan and Hei Hao.
These two have been with him since before Doomsday, all from the sa village.
Many guerrilla construction teams are like this, with workers being from their own village, united even when away from ho.
"Biao, but I rember you still have one last cigarette, right? Why don’t you give that one?"
"..."
Biaozi looked at Hei Hao, who suddenly felt sowhat unfamiliar to him, and after a long silence, he took out the cigarette pack from his jacket pocket and handed the last remaining cigarette to Hei Hao.
He watched Hei Hao’s departing figure in silence for a long ti, with a shadow slowly erging in his eyes.
This was his last cigarette.
Though things have been developing well now, in Doomsday, no one knows when their ti will co, so he always kept a last cigarette in his pocket, calling it his death cigarette, to smoke before his death, marking an imperfect period for his life.
Hei Hao knew about this.
But he never expected Hei Hao would ask for this cigarette.
Hei Hao was already... a bit carried away, especially with so many new slaves joining, each one treating him with respect, making Hei Hao think his status on the train was much higher now, unaware of who actually granted the current status.
Today, when Old Pig was reprimanding Hei Hao, it was actually also a warning to him, though he was a bit embarrassed at the ti, he still took over the conversation for Hei Hao.
Now, it seems if Hei Hao’s attitude doesn’t change thoroughly, he might cause his own downfall in the future.
He knew Hei Hao really enjoyed this feeling of being above others.
When he first joined Master Mang and went out on field duty for the first ti, Hei Hao suggested that he hide the "Train Order" they picked up for himself and look for an opportunity to go independent soday. He understood this kind of thinking, but such thoughts were extrely deadly on the Constant Star Train.
"..."
Biaozi sighed lightly, looking down at the Soaring Dragon Assault Rifle in his hand. After all, he and Hei Hao had been together for so long, he wouldn’t go as far as to harm Hei Hao over such trivial matters. He admitted he wasn’t a good person, but doing harm to his own brother was sothing he found hard to do.
He decided to find a chance to have a heart-to-heart with Hei Hao tonight.
If things continued like this, sothing would surely happen.
Hei Hao’s ntality was already at a very dangerous edge.
...
Constant Star Train, inside the cabin.
Chen Mang was lounging with his feet on the table, holding a bag of chips in his arms, enjoying a Doomsday movie on the screen. Although the storyline was a bit lodramatic, overall it was quite good.
Through the movie, he could see the culture of this world.
This feeling of deeply understanding a world was quite nice.
It had been a long ti since he had relaxed like this.
In the midst of Doomsday, monts to relax like this were rare.
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