Only after finding Meng Fan did they learn that he lived in a slum inhabited by a group of fifteen- and sixteen-year-olds. Meng Fan was the oldest and their leader.
"What?" The boy with the buzz cut gaped, his eyes shining. "You're going to teach us to make weapons and fight back against the Person-Eaters?" His voice was full of disbelief and anticipation.
"Yes." Su Fengzi nodded like a leader. "What equipment do you have right now?"
Several children immediately pattered back to their rooms. Moments later, they returned with a few handguns.
Su Fengzi's phoenix eyes widened in shock, as though even the little tuft of hair at the back of his head had stood on end. "...What are those you're holding?"
Meng Fan glanced at the weapon in his hand and answered as if it were obvious, "Guns. We even snatched these from the Person-Eaters!" He looked quite proud of himself.
Su Fengzi: ...
He turned his head. "What do we do now? We don't know how to use guns."
Pei Yanchuan looked disgusted at the sight of the guns, but after hearing Su Fengzi, he still raised his hand. "I do."
"..."
Silence fell. Why did an eighteen-year-old high school senior know how to use guns?!!
Yet Pei Yanchuan seemed completely unaware of how strange his statement was. He took the gun from Meng Fan and fiddled with it, then looked at everyone's wide eyes in mild confusion. "Is there something strange about that?"
Wasn't there?!
"Guns like these aren't easy to make. The few of us can't manufacture them ourselves. I suggest we raid their armory instead."
Ye Chu nodded. True, Ordinary People had been able to chain up Person-Eaters centuries ago, but hundreds of years had passed. Times had changed, and weapons couldn't possibly have