The Obstructing Fatso

Chu Han showed no extra emotion, his right hand fingers flexing slightly before he gripped the axe tighter. The muscles in his arm conveyed an incredibly familiar sensation.

Fighting zombies with one hand was how he'd spent most of his previous life.

Two zombies lunged at him simultaneously, their sharp, foul-smelling jaws opening wide, intending to bite down on Chu Han, tear his body apart, and feast on his fresh innards.

"Run!!" Zhang Ziyu finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted.

Chu Han stood tall, watching the two zombies less than a meter away. Suddenly, he powerfully thrust his right foot forward, kicking one of the zombies. At the same time, he sharply raised his right hand. The axe blade flashed with cold light as he fiercely brought it down on the other zombie's head.

Bang!

Chu Han's movements were incredibly swift and decisive. He aimed directly for the zombies' most vital spots. With one swing, the zombie's head exploded on the spot.

Pieces of rotten flesh flew through the air, landing in Chu Han's mouth.

At this moment, the zombie he had kicked away scrambled to its feet, shaking its head, and lunged at Chu Han again with a roar, showing no reaction to its fallen comrade.

Pfft! Chu Han spat out the zombie's rotten flesh.

He picked up his axe and swung it at the other zombie, smashing its head in as well. Throughout the entire ordeal, he never let go of the gas pump in his left hand. The axe was covered in zombie brains and black blood, dripping onto the ground.

Zhang Ziyu, who had been running away, watched with his jaw dropped. He saw Chu Han covered in foul, putrid pus and blood, with the bodies of two zombies at his feet, their mouths agape, their heads bashed in.

The utterly disgusting and horrifying scene assaulted his nerves. The inconspicuous outsider kid from before had suddenly become so cold and brutal, leaving Zhang Ziyu feeling completely unsettled.

Chu Han had killed two zombies in just two moves, and he was even fueling the car with one hand!

He glanced again at the gruesome sight of the zombies on the ground, their cracked skulls leaking a pus-like fluid unlike human blood, and the zombie brains splattered on Chu Han's face.

Ugh—

Zhang Ziyu immediately threw up.

Chu Han glanced back at him, his nerves still taut, and continued fueling the car. There were no zombies nearby for the moment.

"Don't open the door! Don't open the door! Ahhh!" Gu Xiaotong's voice suddenly rang out from not far away.

Fan Wei slammed the door open with a bang, holding an iron rod. When he saw the scene outside, his steps faltered, and Gu Xiaotong's screams abruptly stopped.

The zombies were dead.

Fan Wei stared in horror at Chu Han, who stood motionless, fueling the car with his left hand and holding his axe in his right. A feeling of fear surged through him. Was this even human? What kind of incredible mental fortitude did it take to remain so calm!

Gu Xiaotong felt a chill run down her spine. She looked at Chu Han with a complicated expression. She hadn't seen him kill the zombies; she only knew they were dead, and Chu Han was unharmed.

With a click, Chu Han pulled out the gas pump. The tank was full. He turned and scanned the surroundings, his filthy face devoid of any expression. There was plenty of space in his car, and he wanted to take the supplies from the convenience store.

"Where are you planning to go?" Zhang Ziyu suddenly ran over.

He had decided he had to follow Chu Han!

Chu Han frowned slightly and simply replied, "To find my parents."

Finding his parents was Chu Han's first goal after the apocalypse broke out. Some people were looking for lovers, others were just trying to escape, but very few would travel a great distance to pick up their parents. At their age, having just passed their rebellious phase, they hadn't developed that kind of awareness, let alone when they couldn't even protect themselves.

But Chu Han had to go; otherwise, he wouldn't feel like a man!

"Can you take me with you?" Zhang Ziyu quickly asked. "Your home is in Anluo City, right? You'll pass through Shi City, I'm going to Shi City!"

Zhang Ziyu was internally freaking out. How had he never noticed how awesome Chu Han was before? The way he wielded that axe was so cool; he took down two zombies in two moves, scaring him so much he scrambled away.

"We have a car, you don't need to trouble yourself," Fan Wei quickly added.

"Right, right!" Zhang Ziyu nodded eagerly. He no longer dared to speak to Chu Han with his previous attitude.

Chu Han frowned. If they were driving themselves, he wouldn't mind. However, more people meant more trouble. Still, Shi City was on the way to Anluo City, and having two cars would provide double the food and safety.

"Alright. Take more food from the convenience store," Chu Han instructed.

"Okay!" Zhang Ziyu and Fan Wei immediately got to work.

Chu Han entered the convenience store, still holding his iron axe. After scanning the area to ensure there were no immediate threats, he went into the warehouse. He didn't have time to sort through things outside slowly.

He passed Gu Xiaotong without much thought, even though she kept looking at him with a complicated gaze.

As for the fat guy sitting in the corner constantly eating, Chu Han didn't even spare him a second glance.

Chu Han had honed his mindset to the extreme over ten years in the apocalypse. In his opinion, that fat guy was beyond saving and would soon die in this world of collapsing order.

Boxes and boxes of food were moved out until the G55's massive space was almost full before Chu Han stopped. Gu Xiaotong got into the car first, earning a few curses from Zhang Ziyu.

Just as they were finishing loading their supplies and preparing to leave, Zhang Ziyu walked past the fat guy who was still crying in the corner and kicked him in the face. "Get lost, you useless piece of trash! Don't block my way!"

The fat guy, kicked, cried even harder. He looked up at Zhang Ziyu with fear, tears and snot smeared all over his face.

This fat guy had been crying and eating since Chu Han arrived. In a short time, he had consumed five packs of salted duck and twenty sausages, and he was still going.

However, when the fat guy looked up, revealing his plump face, Chu Han was struck as if by lightning, frozen in disbelief.

A face like a ball of flesh, with a hairy black mole below his lower lip. Chu Han hadn't seen this face many times, but he remembered it vividly because it was too distinctive!

"What's your name?" Chu Han asked. He couldn't be sure if this was the person he knew; after all, the crying, fat man in front of him was nothing like the person he remembered.

"My name is Chen Shaoye," the fat guy said fearfully.

"You're Shaoye? I think you're truly brain-dead!" Zhang Ziyu cursed and moved to kick the fat guy again. The fat guy flinched back in terror, shrinking away.

Chu Han's mouth twitched. Heh heh heh... Chen Shaoye.

That god-tier sniper, Chen Shaoye, who could summon wind and rain and ranked in the top twenty nationally in combat power in his past life?!

His real name was indeed Chen Shaoye, surname Chen, given name Shaoye.

However, Chu Han truly hadn't expected Chen Shaoye from ten years ago to be in such a state. This was even more fantastical than his own rebirth. Everyone knew Chen Shaoye's name in the apocalypse for ten years; even though his combat power only ranked twentieth, even the few freaks in the top ten didn't dare confront him directly.

The reason was Chen Shaoye's incredible shooting accuracy. If he claimed second, no one would dare claim first. He was a true sharpshooter, and no one could get within ten meters of him. People like Chu Han, ordinary individuals without abilities, could only be assigned the most basic guns in the apocalypse. But Chen Shaoye had received special privileges from the country. High-Power Weapons that ordinary people had never even seen were just toys to him.

Who would dare challenge someone like that? If he fired a shot towards your residence in the middle of the night, the entire building would probably be blown apart.

Seeing Zhang Ziyu still intending to beat Chen Shaoye, Chu Han stopped him, "Get in the car. I'll take this guy with me."

"You're taking him?" Zhang Ziyu was clearly incredulous. Smart people generally thought alike; bringing someone like Chen Shaoye would only be trouble.

"Since he's riding in my car, he won't take up your space," Chu Han said casually, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Ziyu.

No matter how clever Zhang Ziyu was, he had never actually killed anyone. Pushed by the cold glint in Chu Han's eyes, he ignored Chen Shaoye and got into the car.

"Fatty Chen, pack your things and come with me." Chu Han cut to the chase.

"You're willing to take me?" Chen Shaoye was clearly excited, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Hurry up, quickly!" Chu Han snapped impatiently, but his mind was already racing on how to get a gun for Fatty Chen. Such a talent was a gift from heaven that couldn't be ignored.

At the same time, he swung his iron axe and retrieved the fire axe from the convenience store, shoving it into the fatty's hand: "Let's go!"

Clang!

Chu Han hadn't taken two steps when he heard the sound of an axe dropping to the ground behind him. The veins on his forehead twitched, and he suppressed the urge to tear the fatty apart before turning around.

"Sorry, sorry." Chen Shaoye stood trembling behind Chu Han, clutching a pile of food, the fire axe lying at his feet.

"Pick it up," Chu Han's tone was harsh. "In the apocalypse, your weapon can't leave your hand, or you'll be the one who dies."

Chen Shaoye froze for a moment, his gaze drifting down to the axe Chu Han held tightly. It was a long-handled axe, much larger than the fire axe, and appeared very heavy. Yet, Chu Han had held it the entire time while moving things in and out.

"I, I understand." Chen Shaoye felt an inexplicable surge of emotion. He quickly picked up the fire axe from the ground and followed Chu Han out.

Zhang Ziyu, sitting in another car, spat. He watched Chen Shaoye follow Chu Han into the G55, a car he had coveted for a long time, and said resentfully, "Damn it, what is Chu Han thinking, actually taking that fatty with him?"

Gu Xiaotong, her makeup thick, licked her lips and hesitated, "That car must cost a lot, right? How could he possibly own a car like that?"

The doubt in Zhang Ziyu's eyes flashed briefly, but he was quickly startled by the terrifying sight of Chu Han killing zombies earlier. "Don't ask so many questions!"