Chapter 90 Stop, Meng Ci’s Tone Arrogant

Chapter 90 Stop, Meng Ci's Tone Arrogant

"Classmate Meng, Classmate Shen, people are coming from the south!"

Meng Ci was curled up on the sofa, half-asleep when he heard the shout through the walkie-talkie.

He jolted awake and quickly responded.

"Yes, Teacher Yun."

To be safe, worried that there might also be trouble from the north, Meng Ci didn't dare delay and rushed to the balcony.

Upon reaching the balcony, he swiftly pulled back the curtains and scanned the area.

Sure enough, as he had suspected, a group of people was approaching from the north.

However, after observing them for a while, Meng Ci felt puzzled; these people did not seem dangerous at all.

With his doubts, Meng Ci picked up the binoculars beside him and looked towards the group.

Through the lens, he was surprised to see men, women, and even children among them.

More astonishingly, each person carried an enormous backpack.

Could these be the people who originally lived here?

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into Meng Ci's view—it was Zhang Mingtian!

And right now, Zhang Mingtian was leading his elderly mother and wife through the crowd.

"Teacher Yun, they seem to be the residents who were previously evacuated to the refugee camp."

"Hmm, I see someone I recognize in the crowd," Yun Jingcen said.

After hanging up the walkie-talkie, Meng Ci sat back down on the sofa.

He couldn't understand why these people would suddenly return.

Shen Que had gone out to chop wood after breakfast this morning.

Meng Ci, due to forgetting to refill the diesel generator last night, had woken up to a cold electric blanket in the middle of the night.

This led to Meng Ci sneezing several times when he woke up in the morning.

So Shen Que had left him at home and went out alone to chop wood.

Afraid that the returning people might attack Shen Que if they saw him alone, Meng Ci dressed and started heading downstairs.

When the returning people saw Meng Ci, their eyes were filled with surprise.

They must have been wondering how someone could survive without going to the refugee camp.

But then they realized that anyone who survived must be ruthless, so it was best to keep their distance.

Thus, one by one, they moved aside like startled birds when they saw Meng Ci.

Meng Ci was pleased with their behavior; he wouldn't need to resort to violence to intimidate them.

Shen Que had mentioned earlier that he would go to the place where they used to chop wood, so Meng Ci headed north.

As he approached, Meng Ci saw from a distance a few people gathered around, holding knives and axes, glaring fiercely at a man in a military overcoat.

Meng Ci quickly took out his long knife.

Damn, just because he missed one outing with Shen Que, how did these people get to him?

Tsk, tsk, tsk, looks like Shen Que really can't manage without me.

Someone in the group noticed Meng Ci and quickly alerted the others.

"Hey, kid, we're chopping wood here. Could you move somewhere else? We have some personal business to settle," a man in a mink coat said.

Meng Ci didn't stop and continued forward.

"What if I don't?" Meng Ci's tone was arrogant.

The man in the mink coat's face darkened, showing a fierce expression, and spat on the ground.

"Damn it, since you're asking for it, don't blame us for taking care of you too."

Shen Que, who had been facing away from Meng Ci, turned around upon hearing his voice.

"Meng Ci, why are you here?"

"Weren't you supposed to stay inside today because of your cold?" Shen Que asked, frowning.

"What if it gets worse!"

Meng Ci showed Shen Que his clothes. "Don't worry, I'm wearing plenty. I'll be fine."

Seeing the two of them chatting as if no one else was around, the man in the mink coat snorted coldly.

"Fine, since you know each other, you can die together then."

As Meng Ci kept moving closer, the group slowly surrounded Shen Que and Meng Ci.

Meng Ci and Shen Que stood back-to-back, their eyes alert, scanning their surroundings.

"What happened?" Meng Ci asked, tilting his head.

Shen Que said, "After I chopped down a tree here, these people came and insisted that this forest belongs to them, ordering me to leave the tree behind."

Today, Shen Que was truly unlucky. Meng Ci hadn't accompanied him, and Yun Jingcen, along with other residents who usually chop wood, were also not present.

Seeing Shen Que alone, they naturally harbored thoughts of easy gain.

The mink-coated man said arrogantly, "I say this forest is ours, so it's ours."

"If you want to chop trees here, fine."

"Chop three and hand over two; keep one for yourself."

Meng Ci rolled his eyes. This guy must be dreaming.

"If you're daydreaming, go bang your head against a tree to wake up."

"Don't spout nonsense that makes people laugh."

There were only nine men on the mink-coated man's side, all looking average in skill and rather malnourished. For Meng Ci and Shen Que, escaping unscathed would be simple.

Enraged, the mink-coated man ordered his men to rush forward and capture the two.

Meng Ci and Shen Que cooperated seamlessly, ensuring no one could attack them from behind.

Meng Ci felt someone hit his arm and sighed again.

Fortunately, he was wearing many layers; otherwise, he would have bled a lot.

Ouch, this guy had actually cut through his warming pad, causing iron powder and activated carbon to spill into his pants.

How outrageous!

Meng Ci identified the person who had cut his warming pad and slashed at him, severing his hand.

"Ow, ow, it hurts like hell!" The man rolled on the ground, screaming in pain.

Without hesitation, Meng Ci finished him off with another strike.

These people had struggled through the apocalypse and, seeing this scene, did not feel fear but fought even harder.

"Brothers, avenge Lao Wu!"

"Yes."

They charged forward recklessly.

Meng Ci and Shen Que showed no fear and fought back fiercely.

Surprisingly, despite their malnourished appearance, these men fought quite bravely.

Meng Ci began to consider whether to take out a gun and shoot them one by one or use a grenade to take them all out at once.

But then he remembered that the grenades were meant for Shen Que and couldn't be wasted here.

So, Meng Ci pulled out a gun from his space.

"Bang!"

Before Meng Ci could use his pistol, he heard gunfire from nearby.

During the fight, he realized a group of soldiers was approaching. Meng Ci quickly put the gun back into his space.

"People over there, stop fighting!"

Even though they were furious, the sound of gunfire made them pause.

When Meng Ci saw the leader among the soldiers, his eyes lit up.

Ah, an acquaintance.