After the annoying person left, Song Ziming felt much better. As the apocalypse dragged on, they encountered other people, but none were as shameless as before.

That day, Song Xia went out and brought back not only the corpse of a strange beast, but also several cubs of strange beasts.

"So cute!" Song Ziqing couldn't help but go up and pet it. Even Song Zile, who was usually quiet and rarely got close to people except for Song Xia, had his eyes move.

"Does Mama Song mean that the mother of these beast cubs sacrificed herself in the battle against this beast?"

"Mmm." Song Xia can now make simple syllables. Seeing Song Ziqing and the others happy, she also curved the corners of her mouth, but her muscles were still a little stiff, so her expression didn't look quite right.

"These must be kittens born from a cat mutation. They look almost like real kittens, so cute." Song Ziqi petted them too. The kittens first bristled, perhaps sensing some danger, then lay back pitifully, revealing their soft little bellies.

However, Song Ziqing and the others were very considerate and even fed them dried meat, so they quickly let down their guard and willingly became the family's pets.

Song Ziyang added fuel to the stove. As always, Song's mother loved to pick up little babies! They were all picked up by Song's mother in this way.

Moreover, even though Song's mother was already infected, she was still working hard to take care of them, trying to make sure they ate better and to make the home more cozy. Apart from not having electricity and not being able to go online or watch TV, their family seemed no different from before the apocalypse. If things continued like this, it wouldn't be so bad.

Song Ziyang was unaware that despite their lack of desire and ambition, some people couldn't resist causing them trouble.

"It's not far off, Brother Fang. You definitely won't be disappointed. That family has collected a lot of supplies. They steam buns and eat meat every day, and they've filled several large barrels with gasoline." The man said with a malicious vengeance in his tone, letting that family get away with their arrogance. Someone will eventually take care of them.

The man named Fang casually played with the gun in his hand: "Meat is fine, you can get it by shooting a few alien beasts. But gasoline and rice are strictly controlled by the base. You can only exchange dozens of crystal cores for a little bit. If it's really as you say, you'll definitely get your share of the benefits."

The man bowed and scraped: "Thank you, Brother Fang, thank you, Brother Fang, it's you, Brother Fang... Although they are just a group of children, the woman protecting them is very powerful; even mutated zombies are no match for her."

Fang's accomplice mocked, "How powerful can a woman be? It's true that she's killed mutated zombies, but our Fang has killed them too."

"Exactly, and with those kids keeping things in check, dealing with a woman wouldn't be difficult, would it?"

"Kid, it's no wonder you're so ignorant if you haven't seen it before. Our Brother Fang has a lot of heroic deeds to his name!"

Fang Ge enjoyed the praise from everyone, and his smile grew wider and wider, which put the man at ease.

His eyes were filled with malice. He thought to himself, "That woman and those children were so heartless before, refusing to even lend them a hand, and indirectly causing the death of my mother. They shouldn't blame me for seeking revenge."

He had witnessed Fang Ge's prowess firsthand. Even at the White Tiger Base, he was a figure of considerable influence. Dealing with those kids would be a piece of cake for him.

He licked his lips. This time he should be able to eat meat, right? How long had it been since he'd had a full meal since the apocalypse? Let alone meat.

Fang and the others said that killing a strange beast and eating its meat was very easy, but heaven knows how difficult it was for an ordinary person like him.

He watched these people eat dried meat with longing, but even though he was envious, he didn't dare to look at them for long. The men following Brother Fang clearly had mocking looks in their eyes. If this man hadn't spoken so earnestly, they wouldn't have bothered to make this trip.

This person should just pray that what he said is true, otherwise... ha...

After Fang Ge finished eating, he casually tossed the man a piece of jerky, as if he were dismissing a stray dog ​​that was wagging its tail and begging for mercy. But the man did not feel humiliated at all. He showed none of the moral blackmail, disdain, and insults he had shown when facing Song Ziming. Instead, he was extremely grateful and humble to the extreme.

That's just how people are. If someone is easy to talk to, they'll take advantage of them; if someone is difficult to talk to, they'll be obedient and compliant.

"It's just ahead." The closer they got to the villa area, the happier the man became.

Fang and his group also noticed something unusual, because the further they went, the fewer zombies there were.

He felt uneasy. Zombies are inhuman and don't know how to avoid danger. Except for high-level mutated zombies, no one can control them. The reason there are few zombies here is either because they feel the pressure of high-level zombies or because someone regularly cleans them up.

However, the man said that a group of children lived in that place, so it was impossible for there to be advanced zombies there, meaning someone must have cleared it out in time.

Zombies attack as soon as they smell human scent. How powerful must someone be to clear out all the zombies in this area so thoroughly? Fang Ge felt a little uneasy.

But seeing the trust his subordinates had and the man's flattery, Brother Fang couldn't back down. He decided to play it by ear. After all, there were still a group of children. For the safety of those children, he figured the woman wouldn't dare to make any rash moves.

However, to ensure safety, Brother Fang devised a plan: "We'll approach quietly, and it would be best to capture her children first, no matter how many."

His companion asked, puzzled, "Why don't we just charge in?"

"All you know is to charge in?" Brother Fang didn't voice his concerns, but instead pretended to be thoughtful, saying, "What if we spill the gasoline that woman has stored and get the food dirty during the fight? Wouldn't we have made a wasted trip?"

His accomplice suddenly realized, "Brother Fang, you've really thought things through."

Only the man was somewhat unwilling. His purpose in bringing Brother Fang and the others here was to teach that woman a lesson, preferably to kill them all, so that the woman and the children would regret offending him. Now that Brother Fang was only threatening people by grabbing the children, wouldn't there be no casualties?

But he dared not question it and could only nod obediently.

Unbeknownst to them, Song Xia and Song Zile had already spotted them as they approached the villa area.

Song Zile suddenly stood up and pointed in a direction: "There are bad guys."

"Zile, you heard it again?" Song Ziqi and the others were very surprised, because this was not the first time Song Zile had shown any unusual behavior. It seemed that Zile always noticed the noise before them. Could this also be a superpower?

But apart from knowing about distant movements in advance each time, Zile didn't seem to show any other abnormalities.

But his perception was never wrong, so Song Ziming and the others became wary.

As the vehicle approached, Song Ziming dropped a bombshell in front of the car: "This is private property, please do not approach."

The sudden clap of thunder startled Fang Ge and the others. The man had told them that a child possessed lightning-based superpowers, but Fang Ge and the others never expected that a child's superpowers could be so powerful.