Especially Wang Zimo, he was anxious, always feeling that "Shen Hetian" would pull a "but".
And here cos the twist!
He Tiantian had a cold smile on her face, "Since that’s the case, then please return my belongings to !"
"After all, like you all keep saying, it’s the apocalypse now, everyone should look out for themselves. Sharing, enduring hardships together, that’s sothing for a Saint!"
"I can’t use the standard of a Saint to morally coerce you. Likewise, you can’t expect to sacrifice myself for others either!"
Wang Zimo and the others, upon hearing this, instinctively hugged their backpacks tightly.
These were their lifelines!
Though it was their first apocalypse, whether it was scenarios seen in novels or logical deduction, they all understood the importance of resources.
Without food and water, even if they escaped the campus and reached the survivor base, survival would be difficult.
"Boss, are you saying that these people ’shared’ your resources, but left you tied up in a room with zombies roaming and the door wide open?"
Fei Hanqing was very sharp, fearing the people around didn’t understand the boss’s aning, he pretended to be puzzled and emphasized the "main point" again.
He Tiantian, seeing Fei Hanqing’s perceptiveness, felt it was indeed nice to have a henchman to scold others for her.
She nodded slightly, "Yes, my cousin is in the trade business, and just a few days ago sent several big boxes of trendy snacks, bottled drinks, chocolate, energy bars, instant chicken breasts, sausages, self-heating hot pots..."
"After the apocalypse descended, my few classmates, roommates returned to the dormitory. They didn’t have any provisions, so they made divide these resources!"
"The most ridiculous part is, of my things, I got none. After taking the resources, they directly threw to the zombies!"
Saying this, He Tiantian displayed a look of grief. Clearly, these classmates of the original owner were not just ordinarily "selfish and cold", they had broken certain boundaries and now seed to exhibit a trend towards top-grade behavior.
"No way! No way! It’s already 2202, we’re all from the ’00s, and there are still such double-standard bitches?"
Fei Hanqing continued his Onmyoji act, deliberately with exaggerated expressions and sarcastic tones, rcilessly mocking Wang Zimo and the others: "When dividing stuff, they preach brotherhood and mutual help!"
"Yet when running for their lives, they use ’It’s the apocalypse, each for themselves’ as an excuse."
"You’re so double-standard, do your parents, teachers know?"
"Sha on you! Where’s your sha? How could you have the nerve to take soone else’s resources and leave them tied up for zombies to snack on?!"
"You hurt others, yet you expect them to understand you! Now, when soone wants to reclaim what’s originally theirs, why can’t you understand them?!"
"It seems you only ’understand’ what’s beneficial for you. Tsk tsk, it’s everyone’s first ti being human, what makes you so special?"
"Enough with the nonsense, just hurry and return the stuff!"
While launching his verbal assault to the fullest, Fei Hanqing swiftly dashed forward when the few were caught off guard and ashad from the scolding.
With a strong tug, he actually managed to snatch all their backpacks.
Wang Zimo and the others just felt the sting in the palm of their hands from the backpack straps, and suddenly reacted.
"Fatty! What are you doing?"
"How dare you steal our stuff?"
"Give it back, hurry up and return our stuff!"
The few shouted angrily at Fei Hanqing.
Their furious deanor, their urgent tone, seed as if Fei Hanqing was their mortal enemy.
Fei Hanqing, cunning as he was, had grabbed the backpacks and without a word, slipped behind He Tiantian.
He Tiantian:... What a nimble little guy, what a clever henchman.
Though Fei Hanqing had so slyness, his words and actions were not annoying.
He Tiantian even felt that Fei Hanqing’s sarcastic manner just now was very satisfactory.
Seeing Wang Zimo and the others explode, she said nothing, keeping a cold face, she directly pointed the military shovel in her hand at them.
The dark military shovel might not seem as imposing and aggressive as sothing like a big machete.
But the one in He Tiantian’s hand was stained with blood, and just looking at it gave off a chilling, evil aura.
Along with He Tiantian’s expressionless appearance resembling a god of death, Wang Zimo and the others swallowed nervously, involuntarily stepping back a few paces...
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