Ji Qingliu's scream stunned everyone, and they all looked in the direction she was pointing.
It was a flashy off-road vehicle, a Mercedes G-Class G55. Spotlessly clean, it looked tall and imposing. Its body was covered in scratches but not a single dent, enough to show just how sturdy it was. Every mark spoke of its glorious record. No one knew how many zombies it had run down, but without question, it was a vehicle that could accompany its owner through life-and-death battles. Beneath the rock-hard front bumper, the faded blue license plate bore the number 888.
Ji Qingliu was right. The vehicle really was hers. Half a year ago, Duan Ming had used connections to smuggle it in as a gift for her. The moment she received it, she smashed the Pandora bracelet Chu Han had saved for an entire year to buy her into pieces.
Zhou Shuli had already stopped wiping down the vehicle. He watched the group warily. Were they trying to take his things again? This car was his. The food was already gone, and so were his status and women. No one was taking this car from him!
"This is mine! This car is mine!" Ji Qingliu screamed madly, flinging her arms as she charged forward to fight Zhou Shuli. Her hair was a mess, and she was filthy and reeked. None of her former grace remained; she had become a complete madwoman.
"So the car was with you! You thief, you robber!" Duan Ming rushed forward as well. He had spent a fortune on this car to please Ji Qingliu. Its performance was incredible, and in this apocalypse, it was far better than a 458. If it had not been stolen, he would not have suffered so much along the way.
Ji Qingliu and