People who dare to peep are not all fools. They all know Zhou Pangpeng's ability, and how much is the Zhou family's assets? Strength or weakness? Under the fierce and cold gaze of the little fat man, many people flinched. Of course, this is definitely not a sign of fear of fat on the fat man's body, but Tang Zi used his fists to make them understand that some people in this world are not easy to mess with.

The opposite of "smart" is "stupid". There are many ignorant and fearless guys who still haven't let Yang Lulu go. Just like this survival training, many senior students want to take Zhou Pangpeng's place. They sent a challenge to the fat man, wanting to ask him out to beat him up and warn him to stay away from Yang Lulu in the future. However, Zhou Pangpang also has his own wisdom, he doesn't pay attention to those messy things at all, follows Yang Lulu wholeheartedly, and makes those guys who want to make trouble half angry, but he can't really do anything to change the reality that is a foregone conclusion.

Yang Lulu held the knife, her eyes kept staring at the little fat man, and her eyes were very confused.

The little girl knows that she is a public school star, and there are hot eyes firmly on her everywhere. In Yang Lulu's view, this situation should have nothing to do with her personal charm. The shadow of life in peacetime still hangs over her, and in Yang Lulu's subconscious, the teacher is still a terrible black demon, with contempt and contempt radiating from his eyes anytime and anywhere, and the biggest killer to deal with students is the tried-and-tested "please parents". Because of his parents' marriage and family, most of the people around him are hostile to him. Many parents warn their children "don't mess with that girl", and many old men and bad men always seduce themselves with gadgets such as popsicles and candy, wanting to take the little girl back to the little black house and develop a year-old sex while naked...... Well, that's pretty much what Yang Lulu once lived. She was terrified, disgusted, even hated. Many times, Yang Lulu always feels that she should be grateful for the virus, if there are no zombies and no chaos, she is likely to be abandoned and become a discarded waste of a glorious civilization.

Now, the many onlookers around him have gathered to a large extent because of Su Hao and others. Yang Lulu doesn't think she is beautiful, her fierce and domineering style is enough to ⊥ many men to shy away. Well, I admit it, there is a handsome, tall, mighty and strong uncle who is indeed very tugging, and I heard that Su Hao's recent military rank has been promoted to brigadier general, which makes the male chasers around him look more and more crazy. Last month, for example, there were 22 brawls in Yang Lulu's Zhilu Dao alone. Six unlucky guys were killed on the spot, and a dozen were beaten to waste. Without legal checks and balances, without the shackles of the moral framework, people's inner madness and desires are completely aroused, and there is no difference between beating or injuring people.

This terrible state of affairs is having an impact on the entire human society. In the case of the new Chengdu base city, for example, more and more people are falling in love with alternative collectibles———— which is a perverted practice that has spread from the underground fighting arenas in civilian areas. When two fighters fight in the ring, one loses. In this day and age, failure means death. In order to make more profits, the boss of the arena will often try his best to praise a certain boxer, elevate him to the height of "boxing king" and "fighting saint", give a series of dazzling names, and then send a dark horse to secretly suppress the strength, and kill the previous boxing champion on the spot with the audience betting a lot of money. This is no different from that of peacetime, but the fierce winner will always slash the throat of the deceased on the spot, carry his head around the field, show his strength, and auction the loser's head as a trophy. Once someone makes a bid, the owner of the stadium will send someone to embalm the head, dig out the brain, remove the flesh, brush the surface of the skull with varnish, and engrave the name of the deceased on the top of the skull, as well as a series of achievements that have been achieved...... This kind of dead man's head, which has been specially treated and has special significance, is now becoming the new favorite of wealthy commoners.

Driven by this perverted and terrible atmosphere, students in public schools do not have a few dead mandibles in their pockets. Some of the more daring ones even strung these pieces together to make necklaces or bracelets. It is said that this polished bone has a mysterious amount of strength, which can make the wearer stronger, and produce more courage and strength.

In Yang Lulu's view, these statements and practices are simply fart. God knows if those bones carry HIV? Will the souls of the dead be possessed and bring nightmares? In this world, the world is becoming more and more terrifying, civilization is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the violence and ferocity of the barbaric era are gradually becoming the basis of domination. Around me, many of those classmates who are the same age as themselves have become nondescript. They like to sharpen their teeth and then wash them white, and when they see people, they will curl their lips and show off two rows of sharp white teeth, looking like ghosts who specialize in eating people.

Luckily, the people around me aren't all crazy and idiots.

At least, Zhou Pang-pang has done a good job in this regard. He has no evil habit of wearing a necklace of human bones, nor does he have a horrific hobby of collecting dead people's heads. It's normal for a little fat person to look at him with affection and fear, as well as the protective elements that most men should have for women in peacetime.

In the room more than ten meters in front, there was a rat-like humanoid hidden. According to the biological point of view of the future world, this rat man is in the juvenile stage of semi-evolution. It is short in stature, and when it stands with its legs upright, it is only 1.4 or 5 meters tall. This test object, which was used to test the actual combat ability of students, curled up in the corner of the room, looking at Yang Lulu and Zhou Pangpang outside with fierce and frightened eyes through the gap, grinding his teeth, and hesitating whether he should rush out of the hall to hunt for food? Or turn around and run away?

As a student's actual opponent, the captured mutant creatures will not be too strong, or even weak. Although the overall ability of this nezumi is not as good as that of an adult, it still has a broken leg, and it becomes more difficult to move. But its sharp teeth and claws are its most effective weapons, capable of tearing flesh and throat.

Yang Lulu is an enhancer, and her divergent consciousness has long been aware of the hidden location of the rat man. To her, dealing with this kind of thing is no different than stepping on an ant.

Zhou Pangpang avoided Yang Lulu's gaze.

The little fat man felt very inferior. When he entered the school, the higher and higher Yang Lulu was gone. At that time, I had a wealthy father, an out-and-out rich second generation, who could eat enough every day, canned food, fresh vegetables, and even candy and other things, and there was no shortage of these conditions It is undoubtedly the happiness that many civilians dream of, and even many students in public schools want to get it. Zhou Pangpang once thought that he could easily capture Yang Lulu's heart with these. But now, this fierce and domineering chick is getting taller and taller, and has become a big man who must look up to him.

What's more, she is still a strong person.

Zhou Pangpang felt that his heart was bursting, full of too much frustration.

The fat man doesn't know if Yang Lulu will like himself? He knew that he had no advantages, he couldn't fight, and he wasn't handsome, and in this era when fucking stars were not as good as dogs, he was really not as good as a bubble of shit.

Of course, the little fat man also had some rather evil thoughts. He went privately to the black market and got some things like "aphrodisiacs". According to the guy who sells the medicine, these medicinal powders are so powerful that even the fierce women of the three chastity and nine spirits will all fall, eager to stuff all the stick-like things in the world into the wet abyss.

Zhou Pangpang had many opportunities to put the medicinal powder in Yang Lulu's meals and drinks, but he still didn't do that in the end. It's not out of fear, but the little fat man has watched an old movie "The Dream of the Covered Bridge". He feels that true love should exist at the spiritual level, not just carnal desire, just like the heroine to the male protagonist.

Yang Lulu is getting more and more beautiful as she grows, and she is really glamorous in public schools. But the more this happens, the more depressed the fat man's mood becomes, and he feels that he has no chance at all.

Zhou Pangpang glanced at Yang Lulu, did not speak, bypassed her, lowered his head, and continued to walk forward

Yang Lulu was a little surprised and a little angry. She didn't like the feeling of being ignored, especially for fat people, it made it worse and worse, and it made her want to go crazy.

So, Yang Lulu quickened her pace, rushed to the fat man, blocked the way, and stared at him with vicious eyes.

Under the gaze of this fierce and furious gaze, the little fat man's heart began to tremble.

He has always been afraid of Yang Lulu, and now he is even more afraid.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

Yang Lulu smoothed the long hair next to her ears, her eyes were alert and puzzled: "Since yesterday, you have been in a mess, and you haven't slept well and started watching too many horror movies?" ”

The fat man felt instinctively angry at this kind of question, and subconsciously raised his voice, and his tone was very disdainful: "Horror movie? What does that stuff do to me? ”

"Then why haven't you been in the energy all day?"

Since the first question was rejected, Yang Lulu naturally used her imagination to expand the possibilities to the extreme: "Say, what did you do?" Looking for other women? Reading pornographic comics? Or is it against the masturbation?

It is indeed surprising that these words come out of the mouth of a teenage girl. But when you think about it, it's pretty much what most men like to do in peacetime, and the common consequence of these things is to become lethargic, lifeless, and uninterested in anything.

"Hell, how could I possibly do those things? I'm not what you think I am————

Yang Lulu's words were scathing, the little fat man's originally calm and calm face was red and white, he was excited for a while, but he didn't expect the other party to speak so unsparingly, and suddenly screamed like a cat stepping on a soldering iron: "I, I, I'm normal, no ———— normal"

"Normal?"

Yang Lulu was seriously skeptical. She leaned close to the fat man and stared into his eyes for a few seconds before slowly standing up straight and muttering gloomily, "I really don't know what you're thinking, do you have it?"

"Flash ————"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Pangpeng's entire body suddenly rushed forward. His eyes widened, he shouted violently, and suddenly waved the hunting knife in his hand, slashing down at a rapid and violent speed, and under the action of huge inertia, he swept past Yang Lulu like lightning.

The blade accurately slashed the neck of the rat man who attacked from behind the girl, and directly slashed the hideous and ugly head, and the blood gushing out from the broken neck splattered the little fat man's body, wet, as if he had just soaked in a bloody hot spring.

This scene was thrilling, and Zhou Pangpang never dreamed that in the room close at hand, there was a humanoid hiding from him. This damn big rat was very close to Yang Lulu, and the distance and speed didn't allow him to explain more, so he could only rush forward with a knife.

That's what fucking men are supposed to do.

Yang Lulu's expression was stunned, and she was a little girl who had been overly frightened and had not yet recovered her senses.

Looking into her eyes, Zhou Pangpang wiped the knife vigorously on the rat man's body, and his confidence and superiority regained and occupied the entire brain.

This makes the fat man feel like a real man.

He took a deep breath, with heroism and satisfaction, and didn't know where the courage of the road came from, grabbed Yang Lulu's small hand, strode over the corpse of the ratman who was still twitching, and turned around and walked towards the camp gate of the training area.

At this moment, the fat man's mind is full of impulses and satisfaction. He forgot that Yang Lulu was an enhancer, and he didn't know that the Dao enhancer had the ability to release consciousness, and could detect the existence of the target earlier than ordinary people.

It's a secret, and Yang Lulu will never tell the fat man.

The hand held by Zhou Pangpang was a little sweaty, but Yang Lulu didn't want to pull it back, she just wanted him to hold it like this

Xinyan said that at the right time, the psychology of men should be satisfied a little. Make him feel stronger than himself, and produce a small, false, and essential sense of superiority.

New Chengdu Base City, Area A.

This is a hall of more than 50 square meters, and the furniture is only sofas and coffee tables. They are all high-end goods brought by mercenaries and hunters from abandoned cities, undamaged, and can be sold for a very high price in the market.

Cigarettes sit on the coffee table, and tea, coffee and alcoholic beverages are available in a small trolley next to it. These things are also worth a lot of money, and they are luxuries that only the rich can enjoy.

Zhou Xiaohan sat at the head of the sofa, smiling and smiling to the other few people sitting on both sides of the ring, scattering cigarettes and offering tea.

Now Zhou Xiaohan has become one of the business tycoons with the right to speak in the new Chengdu base city.

In the city, he opened 46 shops of different specifications, covering the food trade, the recovery of mutated organisms, the exchange of old goods, and the trading of weapons. Of course, pornography, gambling and all kinds of entertainment are also included.

Outside the city, Zhou Xiaohan set up dozens of temporary shops. Compared to the shops in the base city, which are based on existing houses, the shops outside the city are just a tent with a few tables, and although they are simple, they cover everything from daily life to spirituality.

In just a few months, Zhou Xiaohan has completed the first phase of business expansion. He had an armed force of two hundred men and was well-armed, including hunters and mercenaries with extensive combat experience. At present, the "Zhou Group" occupies about 11% of the commercial share in the surrounding area of New Chengdu. In addition to normal business behaviors, Zhou Xiaohan of course also bought and sold too much, threatened and induced, killed people and set fires and other things. However, compared with the wealthy consortium that destroys people at every turn, Zhou Xiaohan's group can only be regarded as an emerging force, and there is not much strength and strength, and all the commercial shares that are seized by grabbing and forcibly occupying are obtained from other small businessmen. Because of this, the powerful wealthy consortium has no ill feelings towards the "Zhou family", but it is not close, but just a cold bystander.

Of course, this is not to ignore Zhou Xiaohan to become bigger, but to give him enough development opportunities and space. Just like big fish eat small fish, foods that are too small usually don't attract much appetite. The same is true for small businessmen in the Hao consortium, only the group that has developed to a certain size is the target they are really interested in and want to devour and occupy.

In addition to Zhou Xiaohan, there were four other people in the hall. They are all heads of a group on the same scale as the "Zhou family".

Zhou Xiaohan had a polite smile on his face, but his tone was extremely serious: "Regarding the proposal just now, I want to hear your opinions. ”

The four men sitting on the couch had different expressions. Some of them looked at each other and secretly communicated with each other; Some meditate alone; There is also a person who only cares about smoking, enveloping the whole person in the depths of the pungent smoke.

Today's gathering is actually a private meeting. Zhou Xiaohan proposed: The "Zhou Group" is willing to take out a part of the weapons and fuel to exchange the corresponding amount of food with the four groups.

"I'm very sincere."

The silent scene was embarrassing, and Zhou Xiaohan had to repeat the topic that had already been said again: "Although the weapons are all old "95" rifles, they are well maintained, the amount of ammunition is sufficient, and there is no problem in maintaining the parts. If you need fuel, whether it's diesel or petrol, I can do my best. ”

Still no one answered.

In all fairness, it was a good deal. Whether it is weapons or fuel, in the world after the Black Age, it is enough hard currency to trigger madness. The exchange price given by Zhou Xiaohan is not low, and it can even be regarded as fair. However, in the eyes of many wealthy consortiums, the "Zhou family" is still insufficient and can only be regarded as an upstart. Although there is no direct conflict of interest between the two parties, it is still irritating and indignant to watch such a guy suddenly appear.

This attitude has affected many people, even the four group leaders who were invited to the table inevitably despised Zhou Xiaohan, and instinctively had thoughts such as "will this transaction be a scam".