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I was bitten by a zombie, which doesn't seem to be a bad thing.
After being bitten, I not only didn't turn into a zombie, but also, zombies no longer attack me.
While people struggle for survival under the pursuit of zombies, I move freely among them.
When people fight each other over a piece of bread, I have alreadycollected a large amount of supplies and casually raised an army.
While people barely establish camps under the siege of zombies, I have already become a ruler of a territory!

Bitten by the Zombie

Zhang Cheng sighed, shaking his arm. He finally understood what muscle memory meant. The first time using a dagger to stab zombies might be clumsy, but after enough repetition, it would become effortless. The entire process of inserting and extracting the dagger became fluent, much like how precise shooting felt. If such killing, or rather practice, were to continue, he would indeed become a machine of annihilation.

When the soreness in his arm started to fade, Zhang Cheng opened the shutter door of the repair shop. The girl in the attic held her breath, her hand shaking as she gripped the wrench.

Zhang Cheng walked to the base of the attic, looking up at the girl who was staring back at him. Compared to last time, he had a gun and a bulletproof vest, all that police gear.

"Lad, come with me," Zhang Cheng told the girl, who was wearing an oversized T-shirt, sporting short hair, and covered in engine oil. She looked like a little beggar.

Zhang Cheng's attitude towards the girl, naturally, would not be good. The girl shook her head; she did not want to follow Zhang Cheng out. The outside world was full of zombies.

Zhang Cheng held up a canned ham sausage in front of the girl, saying, "Won't you leave? If you don't go, I will, and this time I won't leave any food for you. I'll let you starve to death here."

In Zhang Cheng's eyes, the treatment of men and women was unequal. If the "lad" wasn't able to repair cars, posing minimal threat, he might have chosen to kill him directly rather than compete with him for cars, houses, and women.

The girl swallowed her saliva. The food Zhang Cheng left last time was far better than the sun-dried sweet potatoes she had. And the mineral water in the attic was about to run out.

Zhang Cheng turned and walked away, and the girl quickly grabbed an old bag and followed. The bag was full of dried sweet potatoes, brought by relatives from her hometown. They were sliced and sun-dried, which could be used to make sweet potato porridge.

However, they could also be eaten directly. Of course, the taste and texture would be inferior to that of the processed ones. Seeing the footsteps, Zhang Cheng turned back and saw the girl dragging an old bag.

"What's this stuff?" He asked with frowned brows.

The girl quickly hid it behind her as if afraid it would be snatched. Zhang Cheng's face darkened, he sternly said, "Hand it over!"

She was a bit scared but handed over the bag. Opening the bag, Zhang Cheng saw it was full of dried sweet potatoes.

As someone who isn't a rich second generation who is out of touch with reality, Zhang Cheng had his fair share of dried sweet potatoes when he was young.

"Good, perfect for making porridge," he remarked.

Make porridge? Where on earth would he find electricity now? This guy must be out of his mind. The girl thought to herself.

"Just like a mosquito." Zhang Cheng helped the girl secure the bag of sweet potatoes.

It's only then that the girl noticed the street full of zombies. The entire street, from east to west, within a kilometer, was filled with 'bodies' of zombies.

At this moment, Zhang Cheng was already on his motorcycle and said irritably, "Don't dawdle, get on the bike."

Chapter 56: Unequal Treatment of Men and Women