Chapter 287: Uncle Shang
At the headquarters building entrance,the two corpses were prominently displayed, attracting a crowd.
“President Feng was actually killed…”
“Even Young Master Lu is dead. Who on earth is so bold?”
“I heard President Lu has called an emergency meeting. Is something about to happen?”
The people in the crowd were all talking at once, causing a panic.
Soon, Lu Zhonglin and the others appeared one after another. The crowd hurriedly dispersed, not daring to say anything more.
Seeing his son’s body, Lu Zhonglin’s face was tense, his lips trembling slightly. He had his son in middle age, and now a white-haired man was sending off a black-haired one…
A wave of dizziness came over him. Shang Jimin hurriedly supported him.
“Old Shang, is it really over?” Lu Zhonglin whispered with a hint of despair.
Shang Jimin didn’t speak. He thought back to their entrepreneurial days after graduation, sitting at a roadside stall, eating skewers and drinking beer. Then, in high-end hotels, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas. But they never had that feeling from their entrepreneurial days again. Although it was hard, every day was very satisfying.
From making money before, to now desperately trying to live, building a shelter in the apocalypse.
This place could defend against zombies, but it couldn’t defend against people.
How ironic.
“There will be a way,” Shang Jimin murmured.
Lu Zhonglin gripped Shang Jimin’s wrist tightly, his eyes red and bloodshot as he looked at him, as if he had aged several years.
“Let’s bury them first,” Shang Jimin said softly.
In the building, Ren Suyun suddenly rushed out of the elevator, shouting miserably, “Little Hua! Little Hua!”
When she saw her son’s body, Ren Suyun froze on the spot. Looking at her son’s mangled chest, she collapsed to the ground. He had been talking to her this morning. In just a few hours, he was already…
Heart-wrenching cries echoed around, making people unbearable to watch.
However, Lu Yudié, standing on the building, had a slight smile on her lips. Back then, hadn’t she also held her mother’s body and cried her heart out?
Who was the murderer? No one cared now. After all, the most urgent matter was to deal with the external aggression.
…
At three-thirty in the afternoon.
Lu Yudié, sitting on the sofa, heard a knock at the door. She went to open it. “Uncle Shang.”
“Little Die, can I come in?”
Lu Yudié nodded.
Sitting on the sofa, Shang Jimin took out a bag of bread. “I brought you something to eat. Freshly baked bread. It’s been a long time since you’ve had it, right?”
“Thank you, Uncle Shang.”
“Try it. See if you like it.”
Lu Yudié gave a “mm” and took a piece of bread, taking a bite. However, for ordinary people now, bread was such a luxury food.
“It’s delicious.” Lu Yudié revealed a smile.
Shang Jimin also revealed a smile, the wrinkles on his face very deep. They were all old, no longer the youths of before.
Opening his thermos, Shang Jimin took a sip of hot water and then placed the thermos on the coffee table. “Lu Hua is dead. Old Feng is also dead. Old Yun is probably gone too. Yun Chuan is also dead. Too many people have died these few days.”
Lu Yudié gave a “mm.”
“Little Die, there’s a group of virus-fused individuals outside. They will attack the shelter tonight. The current shelter has no ability to resist.”
“There is only one way now, which is to extract the primitive serum from your body. Then we can create powerful fused individuals. This crisis will also become Juding’s performance show, so that the company and Giant Arm will no longer underestimate us.”
Lu Yudié, holding the bread, trembled. She looked down at the bread in her hand, then at Uncle Shang sitting on the ground.
“Did my dad send you?” Lu Yudié knew that Uncle Shang would never harm her. Only her own father would do this.
Shang Jimin did not answer this question, but his face paled a little. “Actually, for me, Uncle Shang, I don’t like those struggles for hegemony. If everyone could unite and overcome the difficulties together, how wonderful would that be.”
Discovering that something was wrong with Uncle Shang, the bread in Lu Yudié’s hand fell to the ground. She hurried to his side.
“Don’t be sad, and don’t blame your father.”
Gradually, blood trickled from the corner of Shang Jimin’s mouth, but he smiled and looked at Lu Yudié, as if comforting his own child.
Lu Yudié wiped the continuously flowing blood with her trembling hands. Helpless tears slowly flowed down her exquisite face.
“Little Die, leave this place. Find a place with no one to live. With your ability… you can… get through this disaster.”
She had thought that Uncle Shang would drug the bread, but she hadn’t expected him to have drugged his own thermos.
Shang Jimin difficultly raised his arm, his thumb wiping away her crystal tears. “I haven’t… let… down your mother, and… I haven’t let… down… my brother.”
His arm fell. Shang Jimin closed his eyes with a smile. Perhaps at this moment, the one who appeared in his eyes was his beloved woman.
He, caught in the middle, really had no other choice. He didn’t want to hurt Lu Yudié at all, nor did he want to see his brother’s desperate gaze.
Then only he could die, to give his brother an explanation, and let Little Die live. A life for a life.
“Ah! Ah!!!”
Lu Yudié finally couldn’t take it anymore and cried hysterically. Why were all the people who cared about her gone, while those who wanted to harm her were living so well?
Half a while later, the door was opened again. More than ten men walked in, some carrying a stretcher.
Seeing the two motionless people on the sofa, the leading man said in a low voice, “Take her away.”
“Yes!”
However, just as the man’s hands were about to touch Lu Yudié’s delicate body, his two hands fell to the ground for no reason. The wounds were as neat as if they had been cut by something sharp.
“My hands!”
A miserable sound echoed in the room. The men beside him were also startled.
As Lu Yudié slowly stood up, these men were dumbfounded. Shouldn’t she have been drugged unconscious?
How was she fine?
Before they could say anything, the leading man shouted, “Hurry and grab her!”
The surrounding men’s faces were ferocious as they surged toward Lu Yudié. But just as they had taken a step, their bodies were cut into pieces by a wind blade and fell to the ground.
For a moment, the room was splattered with blood.
The leading man was so scared he retreated repeatedly. Was this even a person?!
“Young Miss, it was your father who asked…”
Splat.
Before he could finish, the leading man was also cut into pieces and fell to the ground.
Lu Yudié opened the door, gave a deep look at the “sleeping” Uncle Shang on the sofa, and then closed the door.
…
In the office.
Lu Zhonglin was still comforting Ren Suyun. “It will be alright.”
“Old Lu, let’s go. This place is hopeless,” Ren Suyun pleaded, not wanting to stay in this sad place.
“Silly words. Where can we go? Besides, Old Shang, he’s already… We will be fine.”
Ren Suyun already knew what Shang Jimin had gone to do. She felt a little better. My son is dead. You should die too.
“Then let’s prepare first. It’s better to be safe than sorry.”
Lu Zhonglin nodded helplessly. They indeed had to prepare a way out.
With a bang, the office door was violently pushed open. The wall outside was splattered with crimson blood. Lu Yudié slowly walked in and looked at her father.
