He also took several selected team leaders to find out the "virus carriers" hiding among the survivors.
"I was just scratched, there was no bleeding! I-I shouldn't get an infection!"
"Wow, I don't want to die! You can't do this to me! I'm still alive, I'm not a monster!"
"I wasn't caught by a zombie. This wound was caused by me accidentally!"
"Let go! I'm leaving! I won't stay in this crappy camp anymore, okay? Let me go! What gives you the right to arrest me?"
Seven or eight people who were scratched by zombies were pulled out of the crowd by Wei Pengcheng and others. They were either crying or cursing.
They knew very well that they might not be able to escape death.
But no one is willing to "accept fate" until the last moment.
Some people even began to regret following the main group.
Now, they were tied up and locked in an empty car.
These people just want them to fend for themselves.
"Alright! Just be content. They're very kind by not killing you outright!"
"That's right, don't forget, in the restaurant, anyone who is scratched by a zombie will be—"
Other survivors, when their own interests are threatened, will not be so kind as to resort to moral blackmail against others.
Instead, they will join the "strong" in accusing the "weak" like themselves.
It's not about right or wrong, it's just human nature.
After busying himself for a while, Wei Pengcheng finally arranged everything for this temporary camp.
After rubbing his stomach, Wei Pengcheng walked back to the RV with a little fatigue.
He was really tired and hungry.
At noon, we stopped at a service station to eat and rest.
But because of the survivors, he just ate some fast food.
Bread, instant noodles, and sausages are really not real meals.
It’s okay to eat it as a snack, but if you eat it as a main meal, your stomach will be the first to not be able to handle it.
Wei Pengcheng is hungry!
I was so hungry that I was hallucinating——
As soon as I opened the door of the RV, I smelled a fragrant aroma.
When I walked into the RV, I saw the dining table filled with exquisite dishes.
There are both meat and vegetables, and the colors are bright, as if it is the signature dish of a high-end restaurant.
"Are you done? Come and eat! This is made by Dimple, it looks really good!"
Gu Qingcheng saw Wei Pengcheng standing at the dining table in a daze with a dreamy look on his face, so he smiled and said something.
Gu Qingcheng's voice woke Wei Pengcheng up, "Eat? Dimples?"
So, he wasn't hallucinating because he was hungry, but someone really prepared a large table of delicious food?
Who did it?
It’s definitely not the boss.
This person doesn't seem to have much pursuit for food.
Just like a real immortal, he does not eat grains, but breathes the wind and drinks dew.
If they are not keen on eating, how can they cook soup?
Wait, dimples?
Wei Pengcheng suddenly realized something and hurriedly searched around the RV.
Then, he saw a pretty boy with a harmless smile.
Humph, why does a grown man look so fair?
Still so fond of laughing!
There are dimples when you smile!
This, this is simply a foul.
And this expression, why is it so flattering?
A villain who tried to snatch the golden thigh from him!
Wei Pengcheng was so angry that he went out for a look and found out that there was a new younger brother around his boss.
"Little Fatty, this is Xiao Jiuwo, her name is Yao Lingyun. She's a master chef who inherited her family's tradition!"
Gu Qingcheng pretended not to notice Wei Pengcheng's resentful look and introduced the two of them. "Dimple, this is Xiaopang, Wei Pengcheng. He's older than you and came here earlier than you. You can call him Brother Wei."
"Okay, Boss!"
Yao Lingyun was holding the last dish of soup with a smile on his face.
He first responded to Gu Qingcheng obediently, then looked at Wei Pengcheng with an innocent face, "Hello, Brother Wei! I am, I am Xiao Jiudeng!"
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Dimples are just dimples.
The boss is willing to give him a nickname, which means he is willing to accept him.
Besides, dimples are pretty nice, ahem, at least better than the "little fat guy" opposite.
Wei Xiaopang Pengcheng: ...You little pretty boy, you are such a flatterer.
He was so happy to be given a nickname by the boss.
Humph, what’s wrong with dimples? I’m still the boss’s little fat boy.
Also, the boss said it himself, I came earlier than you, I am the "brother"!
Wei Pengcheng had a lot of drama in his heart, but he was not overwhelmed by negative emotions such as jealousy——
The boss is so powerful, there must be a lot of people willing to follow her.
Today there will be a dimple, tomorrow there will be a little black fat boy, a tall boy, and so on.
However, no matter how many henchmen the boss recruits, Wei Pengcheng is always his number one subordinate.
"Yes! I'm Wei Pengcheng, you can call me Brother Wei, or Fatty!"
After adjusting his mindset, Wei Pengcheng imitated Gu Qingcheng and nodded reservedly.
Well, there is one more lackey under the goddess's throne!
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