Although Zhang Cheng hadn't entered the villa yet, he remembered that the group of rich 'second-gens' drove modified off-road vehicles.
That means the villa in front of him clearly wasn't where those 'second-gens' stayed at.
But, the lights were on, so there should be someone inside, right?
Like the other villas, this one also had solar panels installed on the roof.
Even if the whole city lost power, this place would not.
However, there were no lights on the first and second floors, only on the third.
This seemed rather unusual.
Zhang Cheng didn't choose to climb over the fence and enter the yard. Instead, he quietly left.
His purpose this time was to deal with those 'second-gens.' As for this villa, he'd let it be for now, and come back after dealing with them.
He continued wandering in the villa compound.
Without his motorcycle to ride, he had to rely on his feet.
In the darkness of the night, Zhang Cheng continued striding forward, aided by the flashlight in his hands, while keeping alert to the sounds around him.
The growls and roars of the zombies were becoming more distinct and raucous.
All of sudden, he heard something else - music.
It seemed like rock music.
Playing rock music in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?
Was that an attempt to attract zombies?
Did they have a death wish?
From his perspective, with a slightly prejudiced bias, Zhang Cheng concluded that only that group of 'second-gens' could be capable of such behavior.
This neighborhood had very few residents to begin with.
The number of zombies they could attract would then be limited.
If these guys really had the guts, they should try the same in the city center to see if they dared to flaunt there.
Despite his disdain for these 'second-gens', Zhang Cheng doesn't slow down and follows the sound towards its source.
He came across a villa that stood out from the others.
The fence around this villa was fortified with welded iron plates and metal wires.
If one tried to climb the fence carelessly, they'd get scratched or even impaled.
At the moment, there were six off-road vehicles and two white RVs parked in the courtyard.
All the vehicles were modified.
There were solar panels installed on the RVs, steel plates welded to the windows and car body to ensure that even if the glass shattered, zombies couldn't climb in and bite the people inside.
Aside from that, there was also an imposing Harley Davidson motorcycle.
Among them, the fiery red off-road vehicle was responsible for attracting and ramming into zombies.
Right then, the headlights of the six off-road vehicles and the sound of the car CD playing heavy metal rock music were attracting zombies from outside the villa area.
The engine's roar complimented the rock music, summoning zombies from outside the neighborhood.
Meanwhile, beyond the fence, Xu Chao was in an open space, wielding a stick to pop zombies' heads outside the villa.
Zombies threw their hands forward.
He swung the stick preemptively.
Bang!
Brain matter splattered.
Any zombie that approached, he burst its head.
You had to agree, this guy certainly was gutsy.
But what was the point of all of this?
Hiding behind a tree, Zhang Cheng was a little confused.
He wasn't wealthy, and he couldn't understand such wastage of fuel.
And more than just wasting fuel, the risk of being bitten by a zombie was also elevated.
It was as if they were repeatedly testing the limits of courting death.
Inside the courtyard, Xu Chao's friends were worried about him.
He had ridden the motorcycle alone today. When he came back, he vented his emotions outside the house.
No one knew who had provoked him.
Emily, who had been scolded by Xu Chao a few days ago, didn't dare to console him now.
Xiao Tian muttered, "It should still be about the bike."
Now he was somewhat regretful. If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have brought up that matter.
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