Chapter 9

"What should we do? We've lost contact with the outside world. Will anyone come to save us? The police? The military?" Hao Chen said with a worried look on his face.

Before anyone could answer Hao Chen's question, a voice came from the door, and the tense Li Fatso immediately got up to check.

The short-haired man with glasses, who had been lying on the tall, thin man, slowly got up, looking in the direction of the voice, and then opened his mouth to let out a low growl.

The short-haired zombie was only a few steps away from them. The two girls and the small-glasses man were so frightened that they immediately ran away. However, the short-haired zombie did not attack them, as he noticed a human right next to him and was about to eat him on the spot.

Seeing the tall, thin man about to be torn apart, Li Fatso darted to the front desk, grabbed a bottle of foreign liquor, and threw it hard at the short-haired zombie!

Fortunately, the bottle hit the zombie's head, knocking it to the ground. Tony also rushed over and gave it a few hard whacks with a mop.

While Tony was busy finishing off the zombie, the tall, thin man suddenly stood up.

Tony quickly pulled out the mop, but it was too late to aim and stab, so he swung it hard at the tall, thin man's head.

The tall, thin man extended his arm to block it, revealing that he had not turned into a zombie!

Although Tony noticed this and tried to pull back, he still hit the tall, thin man's arm.

With a "bang," the already fragile mop broke into two pieces and could no longer be used.

The tall, thin man grunted and fell back down, but he endured the pain without crying out.

"Bro, are you okay? Is your arm alright? You didn't make a sound, I thought you were a zombie..."

Before Tony could finish, Li Fatso pushed him away.

Li Fatso grabbed the tall, thin man by the collar with one hand, the other hand clenched into a fist, ready to strike at any moment.

"Are you crazy!? Fatso, what are you doing!? He's not a zombie!" Tony quickly held back Li Fatso.

"You were awake all along, right? Tell the truth, or else..." Li Fatso raised his fist, staring into the tall, thin man's eyes, threateningly.

"You were awake all along?" Tony also looked at the tall, thin man, a bit surprised.

"Right, otherwise he would have cried out."

Albe, who had been observing closely, walked over and said.

The tall, thin man, holding his left arm, stood up and looked around at everyone.

"You're right, I was awake before. But the fainting was too strange, and the scene in front of me was too confusing. Then I heard you all talking, so I..."

"So you continued to pretend to be unconscious and eavesdropped on our conversation?" Albe finished the tall, thin man's sentence for him.

The tall, thin man nodded indifferently, looking at the few people who were still wary of him. He sighed and said, "Please, this is normal, right? If you suddenly fainted and woke up to see zombies outside the door, and then heard five people talking, would you stand up boldly?"

As he spoke, the tall, thin man pointed to the zombies outside.

"Now we need to figure out how to deal with those guys outside, not target me, right?"

"Alright, your arm should be fine, right? Come with me, there are only six of us left in this KTV." Tony thought the tall, thin man's words made sense, nodded, and helped him walk to the front desk.

Looking at the tall, thin man's back, Li Fatso still frowned.

"He does have a point," Albe whispered to Li Fatso.

"Do you remember, if it weren't for that bottle of liquor, the zombie would have almost bitten him! He was awake at the time!" Li Fatso also deliberately lowered his voice.

"Um... you mean?" Albe said, his eyes also becoming a bit strange as he looked at the tall, thin man.

"This guy is a great actor. If he's not an idiot, we need to be more cautious around him."

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The six of them sat in a circle by the front desk, no one speaking, each lost in their own thoughts.

Li Fatso clapped his hands, and when everyone looked at him, he said, "This is the situation. We won't find out how it happened. Now that we've lost contact with the outside world, I believe it's not just Norwich that has turned into this mess. We need to prepare for the worst."

Li Fatso stood up and walked to the storage room. "The first priority is for everyone to find a handy weapon. We don't know what will happen next..."

The other five people exchanged glances and silently got up to find weapons.

The tall, thin man found a tennis racket inside the front desk, probably left by a manager who liked to play tennis.

Tony went to the men's restroom again, where he had seen another mop. He was now quite adept at using mops.

The small-glasses man and the two girls, unable to find suitable weapons on the first floor, were about to go upstairs. At this moment, Li Fatso came out of the storage room with a toolbox.

Li Fatso called them back to the front desk. He opened the toolbox, took out a tool hammer and placed it beside him. Then he took out a few awls and gave them to the three.

"We're in a KTV, so we have to make do with what we have." Li Fatso looked at his watch; it was almost four, and it was still pitch black outside.

The zombies outside, unable to achieve their goal, had gradually dispersed. Although the zombies outside were still wandering, the KTV was safe inside. With all the zombies cleared out, everyone's drowsiness began to set in.

"If you're tired, go ahead and sleep. Maybe when you wake up, the police will have come to save us," Hao Chen said without looking up.

For some reason, whenever Li Fatso thought of the two police officers, he secretly hoped that the whole of Britain, no, the whole world, would turn into this. Otherwise, this bar street, or Norwich, or even the entire British Isles, would be isolated and destroyed.

People are selfish, and Li Fatso understood this well. Besides, sacrificing the small for the greater good is quite normal.

Thinking this, Li Fatso lay down on the sofa, still holding the tool hammer in his hand.

Do our best and leave the rest to fate.

The others also found sofas to lie down on. Only the small-glasses man walked back to the front desk, opened a bottle of foreign liquor, and took a few gulps.

"At a time like this, you still have the mood to drink?" Albe, curled up on a sofa, asked somewhat helplessly.

The small-glasses man shook the bottle of Chivas in his hand.

"I need to get drunk."

As he spoke, the small-glasses man took the bottle and lay down on a sofa.

"After getting drunk, the alcohol will go to my head, the strong liquor will burn my throat, and I'll forget my worries~"

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