Beep beep!
An Aima electric scooter was an essential way to get around. As long as you didn't go too fast, it was perfectly safe.
The little scooter's red paintwork made a lovely sight on the quiet street.
Growl!
The only downside was the few zombies following behind him.
Lin Fan wasn't worried or in a hurry. He was taking his time, occasionally glancing back with a friendly smile. Perhaps the smile was for the zombies, or perhaps for the four elderly people following behind in a car.
The zombies were chasing him. Maybe they were drawn to the Aima scooter's impressive appearance and wanted to touch such a magnificent machine.
Or perhaps they were attracted to the domestic car driven by the old man.
After all, he'd seen people get so excited at the sight of a luxury car that they knelt on the ground to take pictures.
So it was understandable that the zombies wanted to touch the Aima scooter and the car.
There was no need to draw his sword and chop them up.
That wouldn't align with socialist values.
Xinfeng Agency.
"Boss, I'm back." He parked the scooter to one side and spoke to the boss, whom he'd split in two. "Thanks."
He returned the scooter key.
Then he planned to take the four elderly people into the residential complex.
Growl!
A zombie's growl rang out.
He hadn't expected the zombies following them to be so persistent. They'd kept tailing them and had now appeared around the corner.
"Ah, there's no need to be so unfriendly."
Lin Fan motioned for the four elderly people to stay in the car for now, then raised his sword and watched the zombies charge toward him.
To the zombies, he was incredibly tempting.
All they wanted was...
Eat!
Eat!
Eat!
They wanted to bite Lin Fan to pieces, pull out his intestines and organs, and gobble them all up to satisfy their hungry stomachs.
"I don't want to do this either."
He swung his sword, cleaving the attacking zombie in two.
Black blood stained the ground, mingling with all kinds of disgusting flesh and painting a hideous scene.
"Boss, sorry about dirtying up your storefront."
He apologized.
He felt a little bad for the boss.
The boss had run a business, but Lin Fan had made such a mess of the place.
Lin Fan was troubled. The zombies were far too violent. If he didn't fight back, they'd bite him to death.
Nine years of compulsory education had taught him
to be a good citizen.
He shouldn't hurt other people.
But if someone tried to hurt him, he was allowed to defend himself.
The relevant law stated:
Article 20: Acts taken to stop an ongoing unlawful infringement in order to protect the public interest or the person, property, or other rights of oneself or another from harm, which cause injury to the person committing the infringement, constitute legitimate self-defense and do not incur criminal liability.
If, in response to an ongoing violent crime such as assault, murder, robbery, rape, kidnapping, or another crime that seriously endangers personal safety, a person takes defensive action that results in the injury or death of the offender, this does not constitute excessive self-defense and does not incur criminal liability.
When he'd read this passage in school, he'd understood one thing.
He had to be a good person. When defending himself, if one slash would do the job, he shouldn't swing a second time.
Otherwise, it could very well be considered excessive self-defense.
"Given the situation, I've cut down a lot of zombies, but the nation's criminal law is standing behind me, constantly telling me not to blame myself or feel bad. I did the right thing. I did nothing wrong. It was self-defense."
"So I should go all out and protect myself."
He went inside the shop.
The key to Room 804 in the residential complex was here.
The owner had left the key here so the agency could show the apartment to prospective tenants.
He took the key.
A smile bloomed across his face.
He'd had a full day and gotten a lot done.
"Oh, right. I still haven't paid the agency fee. But I don't have any money on me right now, Boss, so I can only owe you for the time being. I'll pay you once I earn some money."
Lin Fan hadn't wanted to ask Li Mei for money. Her family had given him such an expensive imitation weapon, and he felt too embarrassed to bring it up.
What was the hardest thing in the world to repay?
A favor. Favors were the hardest to repay. Lin Fan was a man who cared about his pride, and even when he had no money, he still liked to puff himself up and pretend he was a big shot.
He had to find something to do and earn some money soon.
He couldn't stay cooped up at home all day and turn into a shut-in. He had to become someone useful to society.
The boss had been a respectable person in life, too. Before leaving, Lin Fan nodded to the boss's two halves.
"See you next time."
Sunshine Residential Complex had welcomed four new residents.
Old Man Wang Zhongguo, a veteran with extensive combat experience.
Old Lady Xu Guifen, once an army medic with excellent medical skills.
Old Man Zhou Aijun, a military industry expert who had earned many medals.
Old Lady Liang Yan, a retired teacher who had devoted herself to educating others.
If a group in a zombie web series encountered these four elderly people, they'd be so happy they wouldn't know which way was up. They were exactly the kind of people you needed to survive the apocalypse.
The group would treat them like royalty. Even a single sneeze would put everyone on high alert, afraid that it might be a sign of something serious.
Lin Fan directed Old Man Wang, who was driving, to park the car in one of the marked spaces inside the residential complex.
Perhaps Old Man Wang hadn't realized he needed to park neatly inside the lines. Lin Fan tapped on the window and gently reminded him not to leave the car outside, since that would look bad.
Those four painted lines weren't just lines. They marked the rules.
Old Man Wang saw his point and parked the car with impressive skill.
He brought them to his home.
"Grandpas and Grandmas, this is my home. I'll have to head out in a little while. I've already found a place for the people I promised to help, so I need to bring them over."
"Do you have any requirements for the place you'll be renting?"
Lin Fan hadn't intended to charge these four elderly people a fee for running errands. There was no need. He was more than happy to help with something he could manage.
Old Man Zhou Aijun looked a little confused.
It was the apocalypse, and the agencies were closed. How could anyone rent an apartment?
Old Man Wang Zhongguo smiled and said, "Young man, the four of us can live together. A two-bedroom apartment with a living room will do. Rent isn't cheap these days, though. Here's my bank card. The PIN is 123321. Just take out what you need. Oh, and don't forget to take some for yourself. You've worked so hard, and we'd feel bad if we didn't give you anything. It wouldn't be right."
Watching Old Man Wang hand him the bank card,
Lin Fan realized how wonderful it felt to be trusted.
Who would just hand someone their bank card and PIN?
He didn't have any cash right now, but he still had some money on his phone. If it were someone else's errand, he'd definitely charge a fee. But he didn't want to take a single cent from these four elderly people.
When they'd left, the elderly people hadn't brought much with them. They'd only carried a wooden box, which they'd shown him. Inside were their various medals—their glory. Seeing those medals,
Lin Fan had been deeply moved.
He had no other thoughts. He just wanted to do everything he could to protect the four elderly people and give them a peaceful life.
He came downstairs.
The residential complex was quiet.
He looked up at the sky.
It had been such a full day. He'd been busy, but he was happy.
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