Chapter 35: Reunion with Little Friends (2)
“Big Brother, hasn’t that little wildcat you caught this morning been tamed yet?”
“What do you know? Big Brother is trying to wear down his will, to make him completely lose the will to resist.”
“What’s the difference? In the end, isn’t it all just pulling down his pants and doing it?”
“It’s the taming process that matters, you bumpkin, you’ve never seen the world.”
The man ignored the others’ argument, closed the door, exhaled smoke, and walked to the window, looking outside.
Lu Weiyi had already entered the alley at this time. The collapsed billboard blocked the view of his figure, so the scene inside couldn’t be seen, but he had left a trail of zombie corpses along the way.
“Big Brother, you didn’t see it, that kid just went swish swish like this twice, and the zombies all fell down! Look at those clean cuts, you can tell he’s a trained fighter!” The man who spoke first held a bowl of instant noodles in one hand and gestured with the other. “If he could join us, he’d definitely be a good helper.”
“Did you see that car parked by the roadside? It costs at least a million to get one like that. How do you plan to get him to join us?”
“It’s the end of the world now, what’s the use of old money…”
Outside, the men continued to talk amongst themselves. Inside the bedroom, Dean held his breath and listened to the sounds for a while. He carefully pulled a razor-thin blade from the heel of Antonio’s shoe, tore open a corner of the now-decorative curtains, and kept rotating the blade tip against an existing small dent. As dust fell away, a thin beam of sunlight quickly pierced through. Dean’s eyes lit up, and his movements became even faster.
The sharp blade wasn’t easy to apply force with. As Dean worked, blood seeped from his palm and disappeared into his sleeve. Dean seemed not to feel the pain as a small hole about the thickness of a finger gradually formed.
Dean peered out through the hole. The empty street was devoid of anything. He couldn’t understand what the people outside were saying, but the malice in the man’s eyes needed no language, especially since the other party occasionally used the unconscious Antonio to threaten him. He knew exactly what he would face if he didn’t find a way out soon.
Although foreign countries were said to be open about this, he already had Antonio and absolutely didn’t want to have any relationship with anyone else.
But what could he do with the unconscious Antonio?
Dean looked at the once-strong man beside him, who seemed as if he would never fall, silently grasped his hand, and made a decision amidst silent tears. If he could protect Antonio, he would do anything.
The argument outside quieted down for a moment, then the voices suddenly grew louder again. Dean quickly pressed closer to the small hole and looked out – the person he had been looking for had appeared outside.
Dean felt this was his only chance. Without further hesitation, he threw himself hard against the earthen wall. This immediately attracted the attention of the men outside. The sound of someone walking over came step by step, heavy like it was treading on his heart. He couldn’t care anymore and shouted loudly, “Lu, help! Help me – Lu…”
The scarred man quickly appeared at the door. He reached out a hand towards Dean, and the previously trembling earthen wall immediately became solid. Hitting it again felt like hitting a steel plate. He chuckled, took a puff of smoke, and looked at Dean with amusement, watching him cry out for help in fear with tears in his eyes, like watching a rabbit struggling desperately before death.
This feeling of pushing someone into despair bit by bit was somewhat addictive to him.
While Dean was wary of him, he saw Lu Weiyi get into his car downstairs through the small hole. He stopped hitting the wall and just shouted “Help!” with his already hoarse voice, his hands forcefully pounding on the wall. As Lu Weiyi’s car started, his last hope vanished. Dean collapsed weakly to the ground and burst into loud sobs.
