Ninth Master and Eighteen

"Where are you two going?" a man's voice rang out.

"To the restroom," Zhan Le replied.

"Don't go together," the man's voice hesitated. "Go one by one, otherwise..."

"I'm just taking the child to the restroom!" Zhan Le's voice grew louder. "What could happen with just the two of us?"

"Then hurry up," the man conceded.

Soon, Zhan Le led Ye Ting around the corner and met Chu Han, who was standing still. Both of them had the same icy expression, showing no surprise whatsoever.

Next, Zhan Le's lips moved, but no sound came out.

Chu Han nodded and followed behind them, his footsteps silent.

Zhan Le and Ye Ting made normal footsteps, but they created an illusion. Though the two were walking to the left, they made sounds as if they were turning right.

Chu Han followed behind them with an amused expression. These two women, one big and one small, were quite interesting.

He had already noticed something odd about this mother and daughter pair. Whether they were truly mother and daughter was debatable. And this little girl named Ye Ting knew lip-reading. When they entered this rest stop earlier, she had leaned on Ye Tianlong's shoulder and said something to him, which was quite intriguing.

She had said: Hey, do you dare to kill someone?

And just now, this woman named Zhan Le had also mouthed words to him, which were equally interesting.

She had said: Hey, follow me!

The three of them walked to a locked door. Chu Han immediately understood. This was likely where they wanted him to break open whatever was locked inside with the axe.

They were far from the others now, and also a considerable distance from Ye Tianlong's luxurious room. Their normal conversation wouldn't be overheard by anyone.

"What are your names?" Chu Han asked, smiling as he weighed the axe. He didn't believe 'Zhan Le' and 'Ye Ting' were their real names.

"My name is Shang Jiudi! But—" the woman's lips curled. She pointed to herself with extreme boldness. Her intentionally dirtied face hadn't changed much, but her demeanor instantly transformed, radiating an innate arrogance.

"I prefer it when people call me Ninth Master!"

Chu Han was slightly moved. What an overbearing woman!

"Why so arrogant?" the twelve-year-old girl snorted, glancing at Chu Han sideways. "Just call her Old Ninth. I don't have a name yet, only a codename: Eighteen."

"Alright, Ninth Master, Eighteen."

Chu Han's mouth twitched. If he hadn't understood lip-reading, he would have been completely fooled by these two. Life truly is like a play, all about acting.

Chu Han held the axe and gestured with his eyes towards the lock on the door. "You two need to be quick. The noise here won't be small."

The twelve-year-old girl named Eighteen smirked sinisterly. "Don't worry, you don't need to fuss over it."

Chu Han frowned. Was this the demeanor and tone a twelve-year-old girl should have?

Shang Jiudi snapped at Eighteen, veins bulging on her forehead. "Don't speak if you have nothing to say!"

"Hmph!" Eighteen's innocent face contorted into an even more wicked expression, like a little devil. "You're my half, why do you get to order me around?"

Half? Chu Han was astonished.

Ah, right. The number nine is indeed half of eighteen.

But why did it sound so strange coming from Eighteen? It sounded like she was insulting someone.

Chu Han stared blankly for a few seconds. He thought he had probably encountered a lunatic!

Clang!

Chu Han's axe struck heavily, instantly smashing the lock.

Swish! In the blink of an eye, Shang Jiudi and Eighteen pushed the door open first and rushed inside with incredible speed.

"What was that sound?!" Ye Tianlong, who was enjoying himself, shoved Lu Wan aside. Without even bothering to put on his clothes, he grabbed an axe and ran out.

"Boss!" The men outside immediately gathered around. "The sound came from the warehouse!"

Ye Tianlong's face turned cold. Someone had broken into the warehouse?!

Who dared to touch his things? He would kill them!

"Get your weapons!" Ye Tianlong roared, his face contorted in ferocity. "Kill them!"

It was a dimly lit room filled with all sorts of supplies.

Riiip—

As soon as Chu Han entered, he heard the sound of packaging being torn open.

Shang Jiudi and Eighteen were frantically tearing open bags of sanitary napkins, their fingers moving at lightning speed, pulling out scattered parts. Soon, a large pile had accumulated.

Ka-ka-ka—

Two pairs of fair hands moved and assembled like machines, producing a sound that stimulated the eardrums.

Chu Han watched in disbelief as the big and small women, completely ignoring him, assembled the scattered parts with incredible speed, forming two automatic rifles.

They were real guns!

Eighteen's speed was even faster. By the time she had found all the scattered magazines, Shang Jiudi had finished assembling the gun.

Chu Han frowned deeply. If this were ten years into the apocalypse, such a scene wouldn't be surprising; everyone would be intimately familiar with firearms then. But today was only the fourth day since the outbreak, and this scene was completely illogical.

The country hadn't yet dispatched helicopters to drop supply packages across various locations, so it was impossible for ordinary people to carry guns. Let alone one of these women being only twelve years old.

Judging by the speed of assembly, they were definitely very knowledgeable about guns and had practiced thousands of times.

Who were they?

"What are you doing!" A sudden roar echoed as Ye Tianlong charged over with five of his subordinates.

Click! Shang Jiudi's expression was cold as she calmly inserted the magazine, aiming the muzzle directly at the doorway.

She stole a glance at Chu Han, seeing him standing behind the door, axe in hand, his face calm and collected. Chu Han's stance was professional; his casual posture allowed him to strike with maximum speed while ensuring his own safety. This surprised Shang Jiudi slightly. Moreover, judging by his angle, he wasn't just defending against Ye Tianlong's approach!

Shang Jiudi came to a conclusion: this person was like her, but stronger.

"You—" Ye Tianlong's angry curse cut off abruptly as he entered the doorway. The five subordinates behind him also halted, with two nearly turning to flee.

"Where did you get a gun?"

Ye Tianlong stared in terror at Shang Jiudi, who was half-crouched on the ground, aiming the muzzle at him.

A toy? Even a toy wouldn't make sense; he had checked everything in this room!

Then, Ye Tianlong's gaze landed on a pile of tissue paper packaging on the floor... A wave of anger washed over him! They had hidden it here!

Ye Tianlong's eyes were filled with rage. Regardless of whether the gun was real, he felt his dignity had been challenged. He couldn't tolerate someone hiding things right under his nose.

Suddenly, Ye Tianlong's gaze froze again, as he saw someone who shouldn't possibly be there.