I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade-Chapter 1449 - 348: Please, Stop Chasing Me—I Really Was Wrong (Part 2)

Chapter 1449: Chapter 348: Please, Stop Chasing Me—I Really Was Wrong (Part 2)

For Officer Huang, whether you have any issues or not, no need for words. Just one minute, or even one second, merely needing a glance, following your scent, he can tell if you’re an honest person.

"Damn."

Stopping was impossible for Lv Xian; he twisted the throttle and sped away quickly on his motorcycle, heading far away. He had only one thought, to shake off Officer Huang completely.

Honestly.

He felt somewhat speechless, distancing himself from the King’s team, hoping not to provoke anyone, only wanting to find a place to live well, but why was it so difficult?

Officer Huang pursued closely, with swift speed, not something ordinary high-level zombies could achieve. The only explanation was that Officer Huang had evolved to a very high extent.

Lv Xian, managing the motorcycle against the fierce wind, shouted back, "Officer Huang, stop chasing me; I’m human. I’m an innocent survivor. There’s a King in Kangle Garden; that’s the apocalypse culprit you’re looking for. Go find him, don’t chase me."

Rumble!

The stronger the wind, the quieter the voice.

Speaking started to become slurred, but he believed Officer Huang could certainly hear him. Unfortunately, looking at Officer Huang’s relentless pursuit, he knew what he just said was in vain.

Officer Huang is never influenced by external factors. Once he determines something, he keeps at it, never giving up.

...

Huang City, Sunshine Shelter.

"Hello, Uncle Lin."

Wang Qitian, carrying a backpack, greeted Lin Fan respectfully. Anyone seeing this child had to give a thumbs up and praise. This child was truly polite.

Lin Fan, patting Wang Qitian’s head, smiled, saying, "I heard from your teacher that recently you’ve been skipping classes."

Upon hearing this.

Wang Qitian hurriedly defended, "Uncle Lin, that’s false, all fake. I’m studying diligently. Several times, I just wanted to check around if there were any zombies. I wanted to lure zombies over and eliminate them, providing everyone with a safe living area."

Since seeing Uncle Lin clearing Creators yesterday, Wang Qitian realized the only way out was through studying, increasing one’s knowledge. How futile is it to waste time playing around all day?

"Well done, very good." Lin Fan liked sensible children the most. Thinking back to when Wang Qitian was born, he had an unsettling aura, but once he appeared, the child became better instantly. Therefore, he always believed he was destined to be connected with the children.

If there was no connection, would the children see him and behave so well and sensibly?

Receiving Uncle Lin’s praise, Wang Qitian proudly lifted his head.

He felt very happy.

He even thought the wisest thing his cheap father did was becoming friends with Uncle Lin. If they hadn’t become friends, his father would be a zombie, and he might also become a big figure among zombies, then run rampant in the apocalypse, eventually encountering Uncle Lin one day. The outcome doesn’t need to be stated; those who understand, understand.

"It’s getting late; go to school obediently." Lin Fan patted Wang Qitian’s head. The speed at which this boy grew was rapid; though he had grown taller, he was still a child in terms of age. Perhaps for Qitian, growing quickly made him appear to have self-protection abilities; whether his temperament changed was not a significant concern. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"Uh-huh."

Carrying his backpack, Wang Qitian skipped off happily.

Just as Lin Fan was about to leave to repeat new clearance tasks, Han Shuang, Xu Zeyang, Old Mao, and Wen Jie approached.

"Brother Lin." Xu Zeyang waved enthusiastically.

Lin Fan smiled, asking, "Where are you headed?"

They were one of the earliest groups of survivors he encountered. Initially, during the apocalypse’s onset, they journeyed together, united, surviving amidst the apocalypse—truly inspiring. If all the survivors lived like them, everything would be so much better.

Han Shuang said, "Brother Lin, I specifically came to find you, mainly to discuss some matters. Let’s sit and talk over there."

"Sure, no problem."

Lin Fan smiled, knowing Han Shuang was always tirelessly dedicated to the shelter’s development. From the many transformations of the shelter, Han Shuang’s contributions were evident.

They sat down on the roadside bench; Xu Zeyang went to nearby shops and brought a few bottles of mineral water. Mineral water’s shelf life is long; as long as zombies don’t obstruct, these supplies are generally plentiful.

At this moment.

Han Shuang took out some documents and handed them to Lin Fan, "This is something I’ve written recently, based on our Sunshine Shelter’s fundamental conditions. Take a look; how is it?"

Lin Fan glanced at the cover; there were words.

[Sunshine Shelter’s Future Development]

A thick book; at first glance, it was evident this was Han Shuang’s dedicated masterpiece.

He always entrusted the shelter’s development to everyone. If anyone had good suggestions, they could express them. If deemed really excellent, he let them prepare without interference.

Lin Fan carefully flipped through.

This was something Han Shuang specifically prepared; no matter what, he must review it attentively. It was an acknowledgment of Han Shuang’s efforts.

If no one looks at it, how hurtful is that?

Therefore, gentle people are always gentle in whatever they do.