Loyal and Brave, Fine Youth!

Boss Zhao's sudden whim to take Zhang Guangmu as his son amused the audience. A bunch of followers who loved watching chaos immediately began heckling, but Zhang Guangmu paid no attention to their reactions. He merely lowered his head and pondered for a long while before suddenly saying, "One."

???

Boss Zhao subconsciously turned his head, pricked up his ears, rubbed his Bald Head, and felt that he might be having some bizarre hallucination.

Or perhaps the interrogation had gone too far and directly turned this Little Ghost stupid?

Just as he was utterly baffled, Zhang Guangmu said solemnly, "It should be 'a fine man,' not 'a fine strip.'"

"Using 'strip' as the measure word is way too disrespectful. How is that any different from calling someone 'a fine beast'?"

"Even if I can't beat you and admit defeat, a scholar may be killed but not humiliated. You can't insult me like this!"

Hearing this, Boss Zhao sighed, picked up a towel, and casually wiped the bloodstains from Zhang Guangmu's face. "I feel like you focus on rather different things from normal people..."

"As the saying goes, 'Those who rise above the ordinary will surely act unlike ordinary people.' Perhaps it was meant for a unique little fellow like you?"

"You can think carefully about the conditions I proposed just now."

"I, Zhao Zhengrong, have no children and have no plans to marry or have children. I am now the ruler of Changhe Survivor Camp, and I greatly admire you."

Speaking of which, Boss Zhao's Bald Head seemed to shine even more brightly. "Zhang Guangmu, I intend to take you as my adopted son!"

"As long as you tell me Chu Fan's location..."

"My wealth, status, power, and future will all be yours to inherit!"

The other man's sincerity was almost tangible, yet Zhang Guangmu only raised his eyelids. "Forget it! You might as well kill me."

Boss Zhao's expression changed rapidly, his face instantly darkening. A terrifying pressure that made it hard to breathe gathered around him, as though he had transformed into a vicious beast ready to choose someone to devour. "What kind of bewitching potion did Chu Fan feed you? How could he make you so devoted to him?"

Perhaps because of his burly physique, perhaps because of his ruthless methods, or perhaps merely because of his fierce appearance...

As he spoke, the two staff members who had tortured Zhang Guangmu could not help swallowing. Their entire bodies trembled, and before they knew it, they had shrunk into the corner.

"A Mooncake."

Zhang Guangmu did not ramble. Instead, following the false memories and Script Hint that had appeared in his mind, he said seriously, "Five Kernel filling. Tasted awful."

"If it weren't the apocalypse, I would never eat that thing. It was practically the darkest of dark cuisine. Even Stargazy Pie... Hmm, forget it. Going too hard on the insults wouldn't be fair. Objectively speaking, Five Kernel Mooncakes were still dozens of levels better than Stargazy Pie."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhengrong's eyes went blank and his scalp tingled.

Zhang Guangmu had already been hungry for quite some time. He had been malnourished for so long that he was nearly skin and bones, and then he had been subjected to Severe Torture...

This Little Ghost was practically about to breathe his last after being tortured so badly, yet he still had the leisure to spend so much energy on such a trivial matter.

Zhao Zhengrong was genuinely a little worried, afraid that Zhang Guangmu might be talking one moment and suddenly drop dead the next.

The bald brute who had been indirectly rejected could not bring himself to lose face, so he did not mention taking Zhang Guangmu as his Godson again.

Hearing this, a trace of pity appeared on his face. "Just one Mooncake?"

"As long as you tell me Chu Fan's whereabouts, I'll give you three cans of Beef Canned Food."

Just as Zhang Guangmu was about to answer without hesitation, another Script Hint from the Production Team emerged in his mind.

Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! Hungry!

I'm about to starve to death!

Three cans of Beef Canned Food... They must be delicious, right? Even half a can would be enough to truly fill me up!

I, Zhang Guangmu, can be beaten to death and tortured to death in a prison cell, but I cannot starve to death! That is not how a human being should die!

I cannot accept such a death!

Chu Fan never intended to help me in the first place. He was unwilling to give me any food at all. That awful Five Kernel Mooncake was only given to me because the young lady beside him had a soft heart!

Giving his information to Boss Zhao would not be betrayal, nor would it be selling him out!

Fine! Even if it is, so what? For one Mooncake, I've already bought them so much time, taken such a brutal beating, and endured the interrogation. I've already Done Everything Possible!

Even if I reveal Chu Fan's location to Zhao Zhengrong, my conscience will be clear!

Hiss...

He drew in a sharp breath.

This ability to Control the Field was a little too strong!

Seeing Zhao Zhengrong's temporary impulse to take him as an adopted son, the Production Team had immediately seized the opportunity.

That wave of thought-guidance bombardment nearly made Zhang Guangmu think he had developed split personalities.

Fortunately, his will was firm, and he was not swayed by external influences.

"Just three cans, and you think you can buy me off? Slurp..."

Zhang Guangmu swallowed, his eyes glowing green with hunger, yet he stubbornly said, "Even thirty, three hundred, or three thousand... Hmm, if it were three thousand cans, Master could reluctantly consider it. After all, a great sage once said that everything in this world has its price."

"In this hungry apocalypse, selling my integrity for three thousand cans of Beef Canned Food would be worth it."

That was complete nonsense.

Let alone three thousand cans of Beef Canned Food, Changhe Survivor Camp had already reached the end of its rope. It could not possibly produce even thirty cans.

Precisely because of this, Boss Zhao, the interrogators, and the audience present all understood perfectly well that Zhang Guangmu was simply insulting everyone's intelligence.

He would rather die right now than betray someone who had shown him kindness.

Even with the Script Hints disguised as his own thoughts misleading him, Zhang Guangmu's powerful subconscious still allowed him to make his decision without hesitation.

"Phew... No more jokes."

Zhang Guangmu raised his head and looked seriously at Zhao Zhengrong. "A drop of kindness should be repaid with a gushing spring—this is my Life Motto."

"When a person lives their life, aren't they simply seeking a Clear Conscience?"

Boss Zhao looked at Zhang Guangmu expressionlessly. His huge Bald Head, muscles all over his body, and bare brow ridges made him look like a born executioner. "I greatly admire people who are Loyal and Brave like you, and I truly wish to win you over."

"However..."

"Since you cannot be used by me, then you can go die."

As he spoke, Boss Zhao grabbed an instrument used for torture from the table and smashed it directly into Zhang Guangmu's neck.

Zhang Guangmu saw nothing clearly. He only barely caught a Pitch Black afterimage before darkness fell over his vision and he lost consciousness again.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes. Every part of his body hurt, as if he had been run over by a truck several times.

"Holy Shit, that hurts!"

After the pain subsided, Zhang Guangmu's heart stirred.

If he had truly died at the other man's hands, he would have already left the Endless Food Bag script, severed the connection between his nerves and consciousness, and would not feel any pain at all.

So...

Boss Zhao had gone Soft-hearted at the last moment!

Zhang Guangmu's Thoughts raced. "But I actually didn't die..."

"What exactly was that Big Bald Head thinking?"

Or had the Director and Production Team interfered?