The Zhu residence.
A dozen or so youths sat brazenly in the living room, feasting.
The housekeeper serving them watched, dumbfounded.
"You rarely see boys who can eat this much."
"Growing boys can eat their fathers out of house and home."
"Watching them eat is making me hungry."
The servants chattered among themselves. Old Ninth had one foot planted on a chair and ate like a reincarnated hungry ghost.
Young Master Zhu urged them helplessly, her face cold, "Can't you afford food? Could you show some manners?"
"We really can't." Old Ninth kept his head down and spoke as he ate. "We never had a full meal before we turned fifteen."
In the Apocalypse, even surviving was difficult, let alone eating one's fill.
Young Master Zhu glanced at them with a complicated look and asked, "How long are you going to hide at my house?"
Hearing this, Little White Tiger put down his chopsticks and said to Old Ninth with a contemptuous expression, "See? This is how big families behave. We do their dirty work, and they still think we're filthy."
Young Master Zhu frowned. "If my father sees you here..."
Little White Tiger and his group really did make a poor impression.
Every one of them looked no different from the hired guns outside the city, reeking of banditry. One glance told you they were no good.
"The San Mu Group is searching the whole city for us. If we don't hide here, we'll be killed in minutes." Old Ninth dropped the drumstick in his hand and gave Young Master Zhu a meaningful look. "We'll leave once the job's done. We won't trouble you for long."
Ever since they blew up the San Mu Group's building, the two sides had completely fallen out.
The San Mu Group's men were