Chapter 89

"Brat, are you willing to tell us your name now?"

"Hehe..."

Seeing that the brat still had that stubborn look, the little girl couldn't do anything about it.

"Did you arrive just a little bit earlier than us?" Jialin, who had finished eating, walked up to the brat and asked.

"Hehe..."

"When I entered the supermarket, I noticed that the main door had been pried open. That person should be you, right?"

"......"

"You must have been hungry for a long time, so your stomach has been growling. Did you find this place, which is like heaven, check the safety of the second and third floors, and then discover us before you could eat anything?"

"......"

"We saw a few zombie corpses on the second and third floors. Did you take care of them, right?"

"......"

Jialin kept asking questions, but the brat remained silent, not intending to answer at all.

Jialin, being a law major, asked questions very logically. And from the brat's expression, she guessed she was mostly right.

Wang Chan then brought a bowl of noodles to Jialin.

"Tell us your name and promise not to be a threat, and we'll untie you. Then you can eat." Jialin waved the bowl and chopsticks in her hand.

The brat opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment. Seeing that he was no longer as aggressive as before, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. If they really had to kill him? None of the four of them could do it.

But the next words the brat said made everyone's faces turn dark.

"Once you're dead, I'll eat however I want! Haha!" The brat laughed maniacally.

The little girl slapped him hard on the head.

"Throw him out!" The little girl gave Wang Chan and Old Hong a look.

This was something they had already discussed. If this brat continued to be so defiant, they would scare him. Wang Chan and Old Hong wouldn't miss such an opportunity to perform.

Wang Chan's face was terrifyingly dark; if he were any more sinister, he might have scared the kid to tears. Old Hong was even more exaggerated, standing up abruptly and slamming the bowl in his hand to the ground.

The bowl shattered, and the chopsticks, sauce, noodles, and meat scattered everywhere.

"I've been annoyed by this kid for a long time! I said we should just throw him out to the zombies, no need to go through all this trouble!" Old Hong said, grinning wickedly as he picked up a roll of tape from beside him and walked over to the brat with Wang Chan.

Old Hong tore off a piece of tape and covered the brat's mouth. They were going to pretend to throw him out, and they really didn't want him to make too much noise and attract a horde of zombies.

The brat naturally guessed they were acting. A group of sheep couldn't kill a wolf, even a bound one. Although he couldn't speak, the brat still had a carefree expression.

Old Hong, seeing this, thought, "Hey, this kid is actually mocking our acting skills." As an actor, Old Hong immediately got into character and signaled Wang Chan to lift the brat's head while he lifted his legs.

This time, they would act more convincingly and see if they could scare the brat into peeing his pants!

A fourteen-year-old kid couldn't be that heavy; the two of them easily lifted him up. The little girl walked to the window and opened it.

A full moon appeared in the sky, surrounded by countless stars. A gentle breeze blew, and summer had arrived.

There were still many zombies on the street, and the sound of the window opening caught their attention. Soon, the zombies gathered below the window.

The two of them easily carried the brat to the window. Seeing that the brat still looked relaxed, Wang Chan and Old Hong exchanged a glance.

They had to keep acting.

Old Hong increased his acting intensity. He kept telling himself, "I really am going to throw him down, I really am going to throw him down!"

It wasn't until they lifted him out of the window that the brat started to feel a bit panicked. Are these people really going to feed me to the zombies???

He had barely escaped from the hell in North Africa, survived a perilous journey across the sea, and finally made it to England. He thought that with the world in this state, he could finally control his own destiny.

But to die here!?

No matter whether they were really going to throw him, half of his body was already hanging out the window. If he really fell, all his efforts over the past year would be in vain!!!

The brat finally realized they were on the second floor. He could clearly hear the zombies growling below. Inside the room, the two idiots each held one of his feet, and he was hanging headfirst.

Just as Wang Chan and the others thought they might have gone too far, the brat finally couldn't take it anymore and chose to give in. He realized that even if the world had changed, his life was still in the hands of others.

What a cruel reality.

Giving in and begging for mercy were things the brat had long become accustomed to. If not, a kid like him couldn't have made it from North Africa to England.

He understood one thing: only by staying alive did he have a chance for revenge!

The brat immediately wriggled and started making muffled sounds. Since his mouth was taped, it was hard to tell what he was saying, but from his expression, it was clear he was scared.

The zombies below heard the brat's struggling and became even more frenzied!

Seeing the brat beg for mercy, Wang Chan and Old Hong were delighted. They exchanged a glance and prepared to pull the brat back in.

But Old Hong's hands were sweaty, and the brat kept struggling. Old Hong accidentally pulled off the brat's shoe! Due to the inertia, Old Hong fell to the ground holding the shoe.

With one less person holding on, Wang Chan was left to support the brat's weight alone!

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Sensing the danger, the brat struggled even harder.

"Damn! Stop kicking, I can't hold on much longer!" Wang Chan was sweating profusely and started cursing.

Jialin and Ning Dongqing hurried over and grabbed the brat's right foot from outside the window. Old Hong threw the stinky shoe aside and helped the three of them pull the brat back into the room.

All four of them were drenched in cold sweat, almost making the fake act real. The brat was almost scared to death, lying on the floor with a pale face, panting heavily.

Ning Dongqing quickly got up and closed the window. With all this commotion, it was unknown when the zombies would disperse.

Jialin also tore off the tape from the brat's mouth.

"Damn! Damn your ancestors for eighteen generations..."

Before the brat could finish, Jialin quickly covered his mouth again. Although she didn't understand what he was saying, seeing the other three's faces turn dark, she knew what to do.

"Old Hong, tie him up a few more times. Jialin, let's go upstairs to rest." Ning Dongqing, not wanting to deal with the brat anymore, took Jialin's hand and started to leave.

"By the way, clean up that disgusting mess you made."

Ning Dongqing and Jialin stepped over the mess and went upstairs.

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