A list lay on the table, densely packed with writing.
"I need these things." Chu Han's voice was extremely calm, as casual as if he were handing over a supermarket shopping list. "You go out every day to gather supplies, so you should know where to get them."
Cheng Xianguo and the other two lowered their eyes. The moment they saw the densely listed items and quantities, their scalps went numb and a wave of weakness washed over them.
"Two days! We have to prepare this much?!" Yuezi suddenly felt his legs go weak.
"The amount isn't the issue. We can just assign more people, but—" Cheng Xianguo frowned, his gaze full of confusion. "Will these things really be useful?"
"I thought it would be gasoline or something. I didn't expect you to ask us to prepare these." Ye Chen pushed up his glasses, unable to keep up with Chu Han's train of thought.
Chu Han's eyes glimmered faintly with a barely discernible anticipation. "This is called turning waste into use."
"Right! You're absolutely right. These things are junk in the apocalypse." Cheng Xianguo nodded heavily and looked at Chu Han with complete trust. "I'm looking forward to seeing how you'll use them."
"You'll find out when the time comes." Chu Han curled his lips into a smile and said no more.
"Good!" Cheng Xianguo laughed heartily, his spirits restored.
At that moment, a glimmer of hope rose in all three of them. That afternoon, they had been just as despairing, believing they would die on the spot. Yet Chu Han had saved them outright, blocking the zombie horde for them. By the time they arrived, Chu Han had already created a miracle: more than five hundred zombies had all been killed.
So now, despite feeling equally hopeless, they held