Surrounded by the crowd, Chu Han looked like a hero returning from the battlefield after slaughtering enemies—a victor. And that was indeed the truth. Taking down so many zombies alone was enough to earn these people's admiration.
But Cheng Zehao didn't know that. He had no idea what had happened when these people went out that afternoon. His gaze drifted toward Shang Jiudi and Bai Yun'er standing nearby, purely by instinct. Bai Yun'er and Shang Jiudi were simply too eye-catching; their exceptional bearing and stunning beauty stood out sharply in the hall.
Then, inevitably, he looked at Chu Han standing between the two women. Though he wasn't embracing one on each side, it was still an irritating sight. His gaze lowered to the iron axe in Chu Han's hand.
"Pfft! Hahaha!" Cheng Zehao suddenly burst into loud laughter, drowning out the crowd and silencing those gathered around Chu Han. He looked at Chu Han with mockery and disdain, pointing rudely at the axe. "It really is an axe? Hahaha! Carrying an axe around while eating? Is it plastic?"
Exactly. How could a normal person possibly wield that axe one-handed? It looked pretty realistic, though!
Plastic?
Cheng Zehao's words gave everyone strange expressions. They had seen the axe's power firsthand. The force with which it smashed through zombie skulls had been unimaginable. How could it possibly be plastic?!
"Zehao! Shut your mouth!" Cheng Xianguo finally snapped. His 50% loyalty to Chu Han made him instinctively speak up for him. "Apologize to Chu Han right now!"
"Apologize?" Cheng Xianguo's words provoked Cheng Zehao. This was completely humiliating him. His face twisted viciously again. "You want me, the second-in-command of this base, to apologize to him? An outsider? A piece of trash? A bastard?! Is he worthy?!"
Trash and bastard were words he