Wen Zuo didn't act immediately. Instead, he looked down at Mo Shuwan, patted her lifeless face, and shook her until he finally brought the exhausted Mo Shuwan back to her senses. "What?"

Xiangzi had no choice but to repeat himself. Mo Shuwan nodded, her face pale, and swayed as she stood up, reaching out to rummage through the bag on Wen Zuo's back.

Wen Zuo quickly put the specially made watermelon knife on the ground, freed one hand to pick up the bag, and then quickly helped Mo Shuwan sit down. The actions were so smooth that Xiangzi, who was standing next to him, was even more surprised and couldn't help but scrutinize the two of them.

Mo Shuwan was really tired. The amount of exercise she did in one day was equivalent to what she usually does in one or two years. Now her whole body ached, especially her back, which hurt terribly, like it was about to break.

Mo Shuwan took all the food out of her bag and gave half of each item away, saying, "Take these, but I can't give you the water."

"That's enough, thank you." Xiangzi's tone was a little strange. He squatted down next to Mo Shuwan, looking at the fresh food on the ground that should have completely disappeared a year or two ago. After holding back for a while, he couldn't help but ask in confusion, "Where did you get this food?"

Mo Shuwan smiled but didn't say anything.

Seeing that they were unwilling to talk, Xiangzi didn't ask any more questions. He carefully picked up the snacks from the ground and put them in his arms, holding them with great care. He looked at Wen Zuo, who was packing food into his backpack, and reminded him, "Be careful."

Xiangzi planted the torch in front of the shed, enough for Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo to see their surroundings clearly. After Xiangzi left, the survivors who had been hiding in the shadows had no more scruples and silently surrounded Wen Zuo and Mo Shuwan. Mo Shuwan sat on the ground without moving. Wen Zuo wanted to move, but Mo Shuwan held his hand down, so he had no choice but to squat down and stay still.

Seeing the urgency on his face, Mo Shuwan pulled Wen Zuo closer to her and said in a very low voice, "We can't make the first move."

Warm breath sprayed directly onto his face. Wen Zuo lowered his head and looked at those extremely bright eyes in the flickering firelight. His ears turned slightly red, and he tried his best to suppress the upward curve of his lips.

Seeing that they didn't move, the initial apprehension that had arisen because Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo had been personally delivered by Xiangzi completely dissipated. The closest survivor rushed directly in front of Mo Shuwan and said viciously, "You bitch, hand over the food, or I'll kill you!"

Just as Mo Shuwan was about to signal Wen Zuo to act, Wen Zuo suddenly stood up, took a step forward, and pressed the gun with the safety off against the other person's head, his eyes as cold as ice.

Surprisingly, the other person wasn't scared at all. He even laughed and leaned his head forward, saying, "Come on, shoot! Hahahaha, don't think I don't know you don't have any bullets in your gun."

"Hehe, we don't like killing, but we also don't have the habit of being bullied and doing nothing." Mo Shuwan struggled to get up with the help of Wen Zuo's hand, slightly panting as she leaned against him. After resting for half a second, she took a shaky step forward. With Wen Zuo's support, she reached out and covered Wen Zuo's hand holding the gun, slowly moving his hand down.

Throughout the entire process, Mo Shuwan wore a smile on her pale face, which frightened the survivors who were initially certain that the gun was empty and began to waver.

But then he thought about how many years had passed since the apocalypse, and that guns and bullets were generally not found in safe zones. Even if there were bullets, they wouldn't be in such a low-level residential area. The survivor's face immediately put on a sinister smile again. "Trying to fool me? Hehehe, you little bitch, your skin is not bad. Although you're a bit ugly, you're barely enough to satisfy my lust."

He completely disregarded Mo Shuwan and Wen Zuo, and he was clearly of slightly higher status here. Although the other survivors were also eager to make a move, they all stood obediently a few steps away and did not step forward.

"Brothers, this chick is mine. Everyone help me kill him, and we'll split the food." He said this while starting to unzip his pants.

A fire blazed in Mo Shuwan's eyes. She had already moved the gun to the survivor's leg and was about to let Wen Zuo fire when suddenly a force came from her waist. Her head was pressed down and her face was instantly buried in Wen Zuo's chest.

The pressure of the large hand pressing down on her head prevented Mo Shuwan from turning around. As she stood there stunned, the sound of gunfire reached her ears, and her body trembled involuntarily. Then she felt the hand pressing on the back of her head increase slightly, as if it were trying to soothe her.

"ah!!!"

The loud gunshots drew the attention of almost the entire safe zone. Xiangzi, who was distributing food to his brothers, glanced up at the direction of the low-rise residential area, then quickly looked away indifferently, saying in a cold tone, "We can have extra food again tomorrow."

A moment later, someone sneered, "I don't think that woman is anything special."

Having already taken off his hat, Luo Jingdong carefully swallowed the biscuit in his mouth, glanced at his shirtless companion, and said, "How could someone as blind as you possibly see that?"

"Damn it! Can't you live a day without arguing with me?"

"Hmph. On the highway, she and the man next to her spotted us first. After going down the cliff, she skillfully started killing zombies. When crossing the wooden bridge, she knew very well that she couldn't crowd across with those rabble. After someone fell into the river, she immediately seized the opportunity to cross the bridge safely, even faster than me. Xiangzi just said that when getting food, the man asked for her opinion first, which clearly shows that she was in charge. This is the woman you call 'nothing special'."

The burly man retorted defiantly, "So what? There are several women in our safe zone who can do that too."

Luo Jingdong immediately gave him an expression that said he was too lazy to waste words with him, which infuriated the burly man.

Meanwhile, in the chaotic low-class residential area, the rude survivor was writhing on the ground in pain, clutching his groin. He didn't even have the strength to scream; all that could be heard was his weak plea for help.

However, the other survivors around were already terrified. Most of them had already fled when Wen Zuo fired the shot, and those who remained were either too scared to move or just wanted to watch the show.

After all, the guy lying on the ground had been swaggering around in the low-end residential area for a long time, and many people had long disliked him. Now that he had bitten off more than he could chew, there were quite a few people who wanted to see him make a fool of himself.

Mo Shuwan struggled for a moment, but Wen Zuo didn't let her out of his arms.

A look of helplessness flashed across Mo Shuwan's eyes as she whispered, "I'm not afraid, just let me go."

Wen Zuo hesitated for a moment, not letting go immediately. He glanced around, then beckoned to the survivor standing not far away with the hand holding the gun. Just as the survivor was so frightened that he almost knelt down and begged for mercy, he frowned and pointed at the man on the ground who was clutching his groin and barely breathing, making a gesture to drag him away.