The bald Monk had already carried his bags out of the residential complex. When he passed the gas station that was still blazing fiercely, he deliberately stopped and ran over to take a look around.
"Holy shit! My idol is freaking awesome!" Seeing the scene up close, the bald Monk's admiration for Chu Han soared to the extreme. He was in an especially good mood, and before he knew it, he started rambling to himself again. "But I really didn't expect Xiao Yunfei to be the one who died! Damn it, who told you to hold up my goods and lend money at usury rates? Fucking deserved it, getting blown up by my idol! Hehehe, my idol is still the best..."
The bald Monk talked as he walked, his words flowing endlessly, while still managing to deal with zombies at the same time.
Outside Ange Town.
G55 was already speeding down the road, but Chu Han could not take his mind off things. There was no one on the roads ahead or behind them, and the unknown person's loyalty rating had completely baffled him.
Yet no matter how he asked, the Reforging System did not utter a single damn word. Forget a name—even the person's gender could not be determined!
Still, since it was an unknown person, it should not have been someone he knew, or at least someone he had met in this life. He knew nothing about the reason or the person's identity, so Chu Han could only set the matter aside. Even if he wanted to investigate, he had no idea where to begin.
Chu Han turned to glance at the back seat. Eighteen was sprawled across Shang Jiudi's lap, sleeping soundly. Chen Shaoye hummed a little tune as he drove, and the atmosphere in the car was peaceful and pleasant.
Warmth rose in Chu Han's heart. These three people put him at ease. It was a long-lost sense of comfort, a genuine trust that meant he did not have to constantly worry about someone stabbing him in the back.
His greatest gain from this trip to Ange Town was that Shang Jiudi's loyalty had finally reached 50%.
A loyalty rating of 50% was a basic dividing line. Having loyalty only meant that someone had a favorable impression of him, and that goodwill was extremely unstable. Any random event could change their minds and cause their loyalty to fall to zero.
Only once it exceeded 50% would they truly be influenced by him on a psychological level, instinctively believing what he said. At 90%, loyalty would be locked in and betrayal would no longer be possible. Their thinking would revolve entirely around Chu Han, just like Chen Shaoye. If Chu Han said the thing in the sky was not the sun but Mars, Chen Shaoye would believe him.
As for 100% loyalty, that meant Chu Han could tell them to die, and they would obey without a word.
Ding—
Chu Han flicked the dagger that had been tied to his left arm ever since the apocalypse began. The dagger had originally been meant to guard against people. Hopefully, he would never need to use it again. He liked how he felt now: relaxed from the inside out, no longer constantly on edge.
"You have something to say?" Chu Han turned his gaze toward Shang Jiudi. Her hesitation was obvious.
Shang Jiudi nodded and gently used her fingers to smooth Eighteen's hair. She looked so tender, as though she really were Eighteen's mother, but Chu Han already knew that Shang Jiudi was only twenty-one.
"Do you know what her name is?" Shang Jiudi gave Chu Han a faint smile. Naturally, "her" referred to Eighteen.
Shang Jiudi's smile was pure, without the slightest trace of impurity. That purity came entirely from her heart and was completely different from the suspicion and scrutiny she had previously shown toward Chu Han.
Chu Han frowned and put on a serious act of playing dumb. "Isn't she called Eighteen? Did she lie to me?"
At the same time, a faint anticipation rose in Chu Han's heart. These two women, one older and one younger, were definitely not simple. Could they be arms smugglers? It was entirely possible. Two women with guns, acting like bandits—they really did resemble a smuggling ring.
Not bad. Chu Han nodded happily. That way, he could use his own advantages to get hold of plenty of good things.
People as unusual as Shang Jiudi were generally very famous during the apocalypse. Yet throughout the full ten years of his previous life, Chu Han had never heard of these two. Could it be that Shang Jiudi had died very early in his previous life?
"I originally had some suspicions about you." Shang Jiudi began talking about something else. "I couldn't figure out what your identity was. You were so strong, yet you were only a university student? Could training alone really turn someone into a superhuman?"
"Hehehe." Chu Han gave a vague laugh. What was wrong with this woman? One moment she wanted to speak, the next she did not. If she was not going to say it, he was going to sleep.
Shang Jiudi in the back seat did not notice Chu Han's impatient expression. She gently stroked Eighteen's delicate little face, her voice somewhat lost. "Do you know? Her name is Luo Xiaoxiao."
Luo Xiaoxiao?
After pausing slightly, Chu Han smiled. "That's a cute name. Her parents must have loved her very much, right?"
Shang Jiudi stared directly into Chu Han's eyes from the back, suspicion in her gaze. "You really don't know that name?"
Chu Han frowned, his expression strange. "Should I?"
The confusion in Shang Jiudi's eyes flashed past, and then she shook her head. "Then it's nothing."
"Mm, I'll sleep for a while." Chu Han turned his head and closed his eyes for a light nap.
But from an angle Shang Jiudi could not see, Chu Han's eyes were filled with shock. His hands trembled uncontrollably with excitement, his heart rate had definitely surpassed two hundred, and sweat covered his entire body.
He had nearly leaped up in shock just now, but fortunately he had suppressed it in time. Otherwise, Shang Jiudi would definitely have become suspicious and questioned him to the bottom of it.
Eighteen was actually Luo Xiaoxiao?!
He truly had never expected it. It was far too unexpected!
So that was it. No wonder these two women had guns. No wonder Shang Jiudi used a military knife. No wonder they had become so trusting and excited upon hearing the words "military district base."
Chu Han should not have been qualified to know the name Luo Xiaoxiao. It had only been through an extremely coincidental chance that he saw a list of special military personnel. Everyone on it was classified, and all were people every military district had to protect as their first priority. Among them, Luo Xiaoxiao's name ranked in the top five, but two words were written after it—missing.
Luo Xiaoxiao had never appeared throughout the ten years of the apocalypse in his previous life. Even an idiot knew she had most likely died. In a sense, the word "missing" already represented death. Yet for the full ten years, the military had never stopped searching for Luo Xiaoxiao's whereabouts. This showed just how special Luo Xiaoxiao's status was within the military.
Chu Han suddenly recalled the zombie horde at the rest stop. If he had not happened to pass through there, Luo Xiaoxiao and Shang Jiudi in this life would probably still have been unable to escape disaster.
No wonder a woman like Shang Jiudi, with such an unusual personality and decent combat skills, had never become famous during the apocalypse. She had died long ago!
Chu Han suppressed his excitement as his right hand unconsciously moved to his chin.
Luo Xiaoxiao's identity was actually easy to deduce. She was among the top five people on the military's protection list, and the military had searched for her for ten years without giving up. Within the military, there had only been one person surnamed Luo who had remained powerful and influential for the full ten years!
Fuck!
That strange little girl he had casually saved was actually that man's granddaughter?!
The feeling was simply like walking outside and picking up five million!
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