(1) I Still Want to Have a Good Chat with Your Boss (1)

Early morning!

"Brother, hello."

Huang Mao Tran Ngang was idly strolling around the Sunshine Shelter. Being new here, he felt a little constrained, so he first familiarized himself with the environment. At a glance, he saw Quan Hao waiting on the roof of a shop. He felt the other party had an outstanding temperament; one look and you knew he was an old-timer here. So he wanted to greet the old-timer and build some connections.

Quan Hao, who was envisioning the future, heard the voice and found Huang Mao standing at the entrance of the shop. He looked very unfamiliar; he must have been brought back by his big brother yesterday.

How polite this person was! This "Brother" made him feel comfortable all over.

"Yes, you're very unfamiliar with this place, right? Go up this ladder. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Since Old Chung and the others had gone out to patrol the streets, he was the only one idly bored here watching the main gate. When a newcomer proactively communicated with him, he couldn't ask for more.

"Alright, brother."

Tran Ngang habitually called him brother. Perhaps it was related to his work. Calling men "brother" and women "sister" had already formed a conditioned reflex in his address.

He climbed the ladder to the roof of the shop, revealed his white teeth, and walked towards Quan Hao with a smile on his face.

"Don't be nervous, sit."

When Quan Hao faced Tran Ngang, he was very calm, exuding the demeanor of a strong expert. He spoke unhurriedly, relaxed and measured, precisely to give the other party a feeling that "I am an old-timer here, and a somewhat influential one at that."

Tran Ngang sat beside Quan Hao on a stool, his legs together, his small hands nowhere to place, not knowing what to say.

"Brother, my name is Tran Ngang."

"Just arrived yesterday, right?"

"Yes, just arrived yesterday. I'm still not familiar with the rules here. I hope brother can teach me. I still don't know what your name is, brother?"

"Quan Hao."

He felt the other party was quite interesting. This attitude was absolutely standard. Anyone who saw or heard it would have to say, "This kid is polite," and not just a little polite.

"Hello, Brother Hao."

"Haha, good. You're a good person. But don't be too restrained. Here, just treat it like your own home. Our Sunshine Shelter was opened by Lam Pham, who is also my big brother. He alone protects all of us and is the belief and hope in our hearts. So, you have to remember, you don't have to listen to others, but you must listen to what my big brother says."

Quan Hao first carefully explained these things to Tran Ngang.

Lest some survivor think, "I am human, I am proud, I am arrogant, I am domineering, I just want to be unique, I listen to no one."

Of course, until now, he had never met such a person.

Tran Ngang, sitting on the side, nodded, engraving Quan Hao's words in his heart.

"Brother Hao, I know this. Last night, I read the entire 'Zombie Illustrated Guide.' The content inside was all personally written by Big Brother Lam. From this, I knew that Big Brother Lam is definitely not an ordinary person."

Tran Ngang could see Lam Pham's status here, or rather, his influence in other people's hearts.

Quan Hao said seriously: "Not just not an ordinary person. In my heart, he is the big brother I respect most. In the hearts of some people, he is hope and reliance. In the hearts of that group from Huong Son base, my big brother is a god. With my big brother around, the sky in their hearts will not collapse."

Tran Ngang nodded, "Yes, I know."

He truly understood.

However, there was one more thing he wanted to know most, so he asked cautiously, "Brother Hao, are all the zombies in Hoang City really cleaned up?"

They hadn't gone outside to look since arriving here.

It wasn't that they didn't want to, but they didn't dare. They were afraid that if they went, a zombie would appear.

"Of course! There were at least millions, even tens of millions of zombies in Hoang City, and they were all eliminated by my Brother Lam."

When Quan Hao said this, his face was full of worship.

Ha!...

Tran Ngang's eyes were about to pop out in shock, "So many? All cleaned up?"

He really didn't dare to imagine.

What a terrifying number that was! Even if one really wielded a sword to chop, it would be impossible to chop them all clean in a few months.

"Could it still be fake? If you go out for a stroll now when you have nothing to do, I guarantee you won't encounter any zombies."

Quan Hao said with certainty.

Tran Ngang believed it. Such a thing indeed didn't need to be exaggerated. Whether it was true or false, one could find out just by taking a look.

"Have you ever seen a certain kind of scene?" Quan Hao spoke halfway, asking first, but didn't say what kind of scene.

Tran Ngang, "What scene?"

Quan Hao looked at the sky, "A scene where one person, with one sword, fights alone against hundreds of thousands, even millions of zombies?"

"No."

"I've seen it, with my own eyes, right here. It was my Brother Lam handling it alone. That scene was earth-shattering, terrifying beyond measure. The sky turned red, the ground turned red, the air was filled with the stench of blood. Countless broken corpses piled up in the city. Thousands of people cleaned for several days to clear it up."

Quan Hao stared into Tran Ngang's eyes, as if conveying an emotion, hoping Tran Ngang could use his yellow-haired head to imagine that kind of picture.

Tran Ngang hadn't seen it with his own eyes, but from Quan Hao's vivid description, an image gradually formed in his mind.

Quan Hao patted Tran Ngang's shoulder, "From now on, you can watch the main gate with me. I'll take care of you."

"Thank you, brother."

"Oh right, I'm very curious, what did you do before?"

Quan Hao always felt that this little brother called him "brother" extremely smoothly, as if he had undergone hard training. Closing his eyes, he even had the feeling of being in a KTV business club.

"I worked at a KTV, specializing in handing out towels to people."

"Oh, no wonder. You have that kind of accent."

Quan Hao chatted casually with Tran Ngang. If Brother Chao were here, how good would that be? He could tell Brother Chao that his choice to stay here was correct. Now he was valued by his big brother, had become an Awakened, and had even recruited a little brother. His life was getting better and better.

Every early morning, when the sun rose, he would occasionally think of Brother Chao.

But where on earth had Brother Chao gone?

A man who was competitive his whole life, his life would surely be full of various ups and downs.

"Khuong Nhi said the shelter he used to join was nearby. I wonder if it still exists."

Lam Pham looked at the surrounding environment. There weren't many buildings; around them were only scattered factories. This was one of the few places where a small number of survivors could hide.

Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, far from countless zombies.

Wanting to find a truly safe place in the apocalypse was very difficult. Where there were buildings, there would be zombies. Where there were zombies, there would be danger. If an area could be cleared out and developed properly, it wasn't without hope of survival.

Zombies limped and wandered around.

They had nothing to do all day. When there was no movement, they were like fools, without any irritable behavior.

"Oh oh…"

A zombie saw Lam Pham.

Its "meow meow" sound was like a signal, able to remind other zombies, telling them that a human had appeared in our territory. Hurry up and act, devour, tear apart. Delicious flesh and blood will satisfy our taste buds.

Facing the aggressively approaching zombies, Lam Pham appeared very calm. The zombies in other places were exactly the same as the zombies in Hoang City; they all behaved very impolitely.

He slowly drew Frostmourne, which was slung on his back.

He wasn't prepared to hunt them from a distance. Instead, just like before, he would only let Frostmourne touch the zombies when they got close, cutting them in two.

It was precisely because he didn't want to cause too much panic.

If someone was peeking at him and saw that he could cut down zombies from a distance, they would definitely be extremely vigilant. With such strength, could they possibly deal with him?

In the end, they would definitely retreat in defeat.

But by appearing only slightly more powerful than an ordinary person, it could create an illusion for them that the other party's situation might only be slightly more powerful. Seeking wealth in danger, perhaps it could be done.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Viscous blood splattered. The rushing zombies crashed to the ground. Not a single one could stand.

He walked around, observing the surrounding movements.

With his understanding, factories in peacetime and factories in the apocalypse were definitely different.

Factories in the apocalypse would more or less undergo some modifications, precisely to better resist zombies.

He was looking for such an appearance.

Not long after.

He really found one that was somewhat different from other surrounding factories. At least in peacetime, it would definitely not be made like this.

In his line of sight, the factory door was blocked by wooden railings, and there were zombie corpses, not many, perhaps a battle had occurred.

Thinking of this, he had a bad premonition.

He walked to the door.

"Sure enough, it's as I thought."

The factory's main gate before him had crashed to the ground. The surface of the main gate was covered in dust. Observing carefully, one could find that the main gate was broken with irregular holes, and the edges of the holes were strangely shaped.

Although he hadn't experienced the situation at that time, a terrifying zombie that could spit corrosive liquid had already appeared in his mind.

He had encountered such a zombie before and called it a mutated zombie.

He didn't know what this type of zombie had experienced, but it just looked extremely disgusting, with pustules growing all over its body. Mutated zombies had various abilities and were relatively disgusting among zombies.

"If there really were survivors here before, then if they encountered mutated zombies, their chances of survival would be very low."

Stepping on the collapsed iron gate, he walked inside.