Rebirth before Apocalypse: My Whole Family are Bigshots!-Chapter 192: Does the Motorcycle Look Down on It?

Chapter 192: Chapter 192: Does the Motorcycle Look Down on It?

"Sis, where are we going now?"

Bai Yifan rubbed his nose and silently moved away from the zombies on the ground.

The rotten smell hit him straight in the head, it was quite uncomfortable.

He felt a bit nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Bai Xiqin glanced at Bai Yifan, who seemed to be developing towards a sissy, and decisively said, "Today, I’m mainly taking you out for some fun."

If her little brother didn’t toughen up soon, she was afraid one day he’d poke her face with his orchid fingers!

That’s not even the scariest part.

The scariest part is, what if one day her brother cries and wants to go to Thailand, what would she do?

The whole world was in the apocalypse, there were no plane tickets to buy!

"Fun?"

Bai Yifan looked skeptical.

How could his sister, besides tormenting him, ever have the idea of taking him out for fun?

"Yes!"

Bai Xiqin nodded affirmatively and then got on the electric bike, patting the back seat, "Hop on!"

Bai Yifan was a bit nervous, but still got on the electric bike.

If he dies, then so be it!

After all, he was his sister’s only brother, she couldn’t possibly want to throw him directly into a zombie nest, right?

Leng Yebai glanced at Bai Yifan behind Bai Xiqin, his expression was extremely resentful.

He even thought about splitting Bai Yifan in half and throwing him out.

The thought was quite satisfying.

Yet, he didn’t utter a single complaint.

Bai Yifan was weak, lame, cowardly, and very annoying.

But his sister was formidable.

One couldn’t offend him.

His sister would beat someone to death.

"Xiao Ming, do you want to join us?"

Bai Xiqin stopped the electric bike next to Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming glanced at the electric bike crammed full, and smiled gently, "Sure, but there’s no space left."

"How come? There’s plenty of space, you can just stand here!"

Bai Xiqin calmly pointed to the spot in front of her.

Many parents let their little kids stand in the front.

Whether or not to take someone wasn’t the point, what mattered was Bai Xiqin wanted to experience what it felt like to be a parent.

Zhang Yiming’s lips curled slightly upward, just about to speak, when Leng Yebai got off.

Under everyone’s gaze, Leng Yebai forced his way in front of Bai Xiqin, and squatted like a primary school student.

His hands gripped the handlebars.

His tall frame huddled up, even crouching in front, Bai Xiqin could barely see the road ahead.

Everyone was dumbfounded.

"Are you... not feeling cramped?"

For the first time, Bai Xiqin began to suspect whether Leng Yebai had a few screws loose upstairs.

Normal people could hear she was joking!

"It’s alright, not bad." Leng Yebai coolly looked at Zhang Yiming, "You take the back seat!"

Dare not steal my favor!

As long as I’m here, you guys are mere mortals!

Zhang Yiming: ...

Zhang Yiming couldn’t help but pinch his brow lightly with his slender fingers.

In fact, he could get off and run.

He ran very fast.

"Brother Zhang, come, have a seat! I noticed you didn’t ride your motorcycle today either!"

Bai Yifan was quite happy, patting the spot behind him.

Brother Zhang was such a nice guy!

The milk powder he gave was a luxury item.

His most beloved brother, the only one.

What? Brother Leng?

Don’t ask, because if you do, Bai Yifan will just say, he didn’t give any milk powder!

Zhang Yiming’s lips barely twitched, his eyes fleetingly glanced at the distance, then he sat behind Bai Yifan.

The small electric bike now had four people riding it in total.

The only girl, Bai Xiqin, was driving.

Bai Xiqin twisted the throttle slightly, and the electric bike let out a gentle hum, slowly heading in one direction.

Ten minutes later, in a distant corner, a zombie in a blue suit sneakingly peeked at the direction the electric bike left.

After confirming Bai Xiqin and the others had gone far.

The suited zombie pulled out a pair of disposable gloves from its pocket. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

With stiff fingers, it struggled with the transparent plastic gloves for a while before finally getting them open.

After five minutes of effort, the clear plastic gloves were neatly fitted over its decaying hands.

The corners of its rotting mouth curled slightly before it took a few steps back.

Arriving at a sleek black motorcycle.

This was the boss’s motorcycle.

Its task was to get this motorcycle back.

Boss’s orders.

The decayed fingers encased in plastic gloves pressed against the motorcycle’s handlebars.

The rotting fingers turned black inside the plastic gloves, but thanks to the protective barrier, not a drop of its black blood or decayed flesh contaminated the black motorcycle.

The suited zombie with transparent plastic gloves slowly removed its hand, confirming the motorcycle remained clean.

The suited zombie’s face resumed a human-like smile.

The boss’s belongings mustn’t get dirty.

Then, the suited zombie pulled out a roll of garbage bags from its pocket with its stiff fingers.

The black garbage bag was slowly opened by the zombie’s decayed fingers.

The plastic gloves made it especially difficult to unroll the garbage bag.

"Grrrr—"

An angry growl erupted from the suited zombie’s throat.

Its face contorted in rage, the sound a wild screech, yet it diligently continued with the garbage bag.

The garbage bag was crumpled, smoothed out, then crumpled again in its hands.

After a bout of struggle, the suited zombie finally got the black garbage bag open.

Half an hour later, the suited zombie had black garbage bags fitted over its feet.

"Heh heh—"

The beastly growl in its throat turned a bit lighter.

Wearing the plastic gloves on its decayed hands, stepping on black garbage bags, the suited zombie straddled the black motorcycle.

Silence—

After five minutes.

A puzzled expression appeared on the suited zombie’s decayed face.

Why does the boss start it and go, while I get on and it doesn’t move?

The suited zombie sat dumbly on the motorcycle, which stayed perfectly still, not even releasing the brakes.

After sitting idly for ten minutes, the suited zombie finally got off the bike.

It felt the boss’s motorcycle had a problem with it.

The boss gets on and it moves.

It gets on and the motorcycle stays put.

"Grr grr—"

The suited zombie growled angrily at the cool motorcycle, even feeling the urge to take a bite.

But, it restrained itself.

This was the boss’s possession.

Biting it would result in a beating to death.

A sigh came from its beastly growling throat.

The suited zombie squatted blankly, extending its decayed fingers, gripping the motorcycle tightly.

With a heave, it hoisted the motorcycle onto its shoulders.

The heavy motorcycle pressed tightly against its rotted neck, but it paid no mind even as a chunk of decayed flesh scraped away against the bike.

Creaaak creaaak~

The suited zombie’s body issued the creaking of bones.

It seemed to be under some duress.

Yet the suited zombie’s blank face showed not a hint of pain.

It couldn’t feel pain.

With heavy steps, the suited zombie trudged in the opposite direction the electric bike had gone, heading towards their lair.

Each step left a footprint.

The suited zombie’s decayed fingers clutched the motorcycle tightly, as if carrying its most precious possession.

Along the way, it occasionally encountered other zombies.

The other zombies steered clear, skittish in the presence of the suited zombie.

They instantly knew which zombie was the High Rank Zombie.

Luckily, those little dummies couldn’t understand much, as none dared mock the suited zombie carrying the motorcycle.