Chen Qizhi swept his gaze across a pharmacy. Through the glass, he could see his own bloodshot eyes.
After the disaster broke out, he had done everything he could to make his way home from school. Along the way, he had encountered countless dangers, as well as a few opportunities.
He had even earned the favor and support of a military officer, obtaining equipment sufficient to protect himself.
He had returned this time with two missions. One was to find his mother and take her somewhere safe to shelter. The other was to gather more survivors and lead them all to the survivor camp.
But he had never expected that he would fail to find his mother when he got home. When he rushed to the shop she ran, he saw her stabbed to death by a thug.
At that moment, something in his mind snapped. Only one thought remained in his heart: kill that bastard.
However, that bastard was terrifying. Even after being shot, he could still run. None of Chen Qizhi's later shots had hit him. Considering the weapon that bastard used, Chen Qizhi felt that if he let him get close, he would be in grave danger.
He glanced at the grenade hanging from his waist, his finger tightly hooked around the trigger as he took every step with extreme caution.
The moment he found that bastard, he would open fire without hesitation. He would not stop until he had riddled him with holes.
But... where was he?
He should not have stopped back then. He should not have lingered beside his mother's corpse.
Grief could not bring his mother back to life.
Only avenging her could comfort her spirit in heaven.
Chen Qizhi scanned another pharmacy. Seeing no one inside, he sighed inwardly. "That bastard is