But ever since the zombie apocalypse began.
Lin Wuxiao had been stripped of all his disguises, instantly turning into a selfish, self-serving person.
Everything he did was for his own benefit.
Even when Lin Wuxiao asked Liu Li to team up with him, he was only using Liu Li's muscles.
But from a personal perspective,
Lin Wuxiao was right.
The world had ended, after all. If you didn't look out for yourself, were you supposed to play the saint?
"Brother Lin, if we don't save them, they'll die..." Liu Li muttered under his breath, seeming to realize that this was a bit too idealistic.
"What the hell does that have to do with me?"
"If you want to save them, go ahead. Otherwise, help me sort the supplies later."
"Then we'll block off the hallway."
"The guys who've taken over the supermarket might not come, but the zombies will still follow the smell." Lin Wuxiao fixed Liu Li with a menacing stare.
It was as if he'd push Liu Li down if he didn't agree.
"Oh..." Liu Li pursed his lips, seeming to accept Lin Wuxiao's reasoning.
Afterward,
the two of them took stock of all the supplies in the men's dorm, then prepared to block off the hallway.
"Go grab the fire axe from the third floor."
"I'll take a look around. I'll call you if I need you." Lin Wuxiao called out, then split off from Liu Li.
When Liu Li returned,
he saw an astonishing sight: Lin Wuxiao was... hacking at the zombies' heads!
"Ugh...!" At the first sight of it, Liu Li threw up.
It wasn't his fault.
Lin Wuxiao had made a real mess of things. The zombies' skulls had been smashed open, and bits of tissue and bodily fluids had spilled out.
Ordinary blood