"Brother Jin, what should we do with these people? Should we..." Li Zhe drew a finger across his throat.
"Ah, forget it. Bring them all back."
Shen Jin was both angry that these people had huddled here without caring about the people of Q City and sympathetic toward these former Government personnel whom the zombies had terrified out of their wits.
If the zombie horde hadn't breached his villa back then, forcing him to start over in D City,
he might well have stayed holed up in that warm little nest, spending his whole life guarding his "Heaven, Earth, Mystic, Yellow" supply stores.
Years later,
if humanity won, he would come out and enjoy the fruits of victory with everyone else.
If humanity lost, he would find a deserted island and spend the rest of his life with two or three women,
then wait for the zombies to discover them, or have his descendants guard the food he left behind.
After feeding three generations, there would be nothing left to eat, and humanity would go completely extinct.
That way, Shen Jin would have an easy life, turning into a handful of dust a hundred years later, with nothing left to think about.
But he would still feel he had let down this system and... this world.
So, when Shen Jin saw that Rolex on the table in his workshop in D City back then, Zhu Dan's foolish sense of justice moved him.
That was how a hero should be!
The greatest heroes served their country and its people.
Shen Jin might never be as reckless as Zhu Dan in his methods. He lacked that courage to charge ahead no matter what, but... he, too, had a heart that wanted to do something.
"These people might need a Rolex of their