The Chef Rules the Last Days-Chapter 57 - 55 Departure

57: Chapter 55: Departure

57 -55: Departure

Chu Mengyao kept shaking her head, clutching Zhao Xiweng’s hand, sudden fragments from when she was violated flashed through her mind, “Let’s wait two days.”

“Why?”

“Well…

just trust me,” Chu Mengyao didn’t elaborate, thinking to herself that something significant was bound to happen in these two days.

She bowed her head, eyes filled with contemplation, if Su Mo’s Space superpower were known by Mo Yan, this man would surely distance himself from her even more.

If Su Mo were to die before anything else happened…

Although Zhao Xiweng found it odd, she agreed too, now dependent on Chu Mengyao to stand on her own, she didn’t speak despite feeling somewhat unwilling.

Night fell.

The doors to Su Mo and others’ rooms were firmly closed, the room dark and eerily quiet inside.

In the prison guard’s office.

Li Qian was still with Old Shen Du, he refilled his cup with tea, hot steam from the kettle enveloping his face.

Zhao Changsheng sat beside him, and the room held over a dozen strong men.

“Is everyone ready?” Shen Du held up his cup to blow on it, sipping a bit of tea.

“Yes,” Li Qian respectfully said.

Zhao Changsheng sat with his legs crossed, continuously bouncing his foot, a stalk he picked up from somewhere dangling in his mouth, he insolently said, “After this is done, Su Mo must be given to me.”

“Of course, these dozens of men will fully assist you, they possess the strongest physiques and superpowers in the prison,” Shen Du coughed, assuring them again and again.

Feeling physically tired after giving instructions, he then asked people to help him down to rest.

The group of strong men standing in the office greeted them before dispersing.

Zhao Changsheng lowered his legs, stood up, spit the stalk out of his mouth, and stretched his long legs to leave.

“Miss Changsheng, may I have a word?” Li Qian stopped in front of her, smiling elegantly.

“What, I don’t like smiling tigers,” disdain covered Zhao Changsheng’s seductive face, she turned to leave, but the words of the person behind her stopped her in her tracks.

“Miss Changsheng won’t live past tomorrow.”

Her fox eyes narrowed, thunder surged within her eyes, she turned dangerously, “What do you mean?”

“May I have a word?” Li Qian did not elaborate, bowing slightly in a gesture of invitation.

“Hmph,” carrying herself proudly, she followed him downstairs into the room where Old Shen Du usually received guests.

“My apologies,” Li Qian expressed his apologies first, then leaned in close to Zhao Changsheng and whispered a few words into her ear.

As Zhao Changsheng’s pupils dilated, electricity began crackling in her hands, he stepped back politely, saying, “I hope that we can work together pleasantly tomorrow, Miss Changsheng.”

In the empty room, Zhao Changsheng retracted her superpower, her sensual lips emitting a seductive laugh mixed with a chilling murderous intent.

In the morning, without needing Lu Chen to call, Su Mo had already gotten up and prepared herself, she specifically wore shorts today, making sure the handgun tied to her thigh was secured before she got out of bed and wore her shoes.

Lu Chen pulled back a corner of the curtain, it was still dim outside.

After both were ready and guessing they still had time, Su Mo called Jianxiong to barricade the door, and she took out the Flat Pot to cook three bags of instant noodles.

The three of them each slurped down a bowl, Su Mo felt particularly comfortable enjoying the delicious instant noodles.

[Strength Points +1, duration 60 minutes]

The notification sound rang in Su Mo’s mind and then disappeared.

The added points might have been too weak, so Lu Chen and Jianxiong only felt an increase in strength and did not hear the alert sound.

After washing the dishes, the three of them brushed their teeth separately and waited for the taste to dissipate before leaving the house.

Jianxiong and Lu Chen each carried a bag, while Su Mo, holding a knife, walked in front of the two.

Along the way, there were several burly, well-built men clad tightly, each carrying a gun.

When Su Mo made eye contact with them, she could feel a strong murderous aura emanating from these men.

“They have a lot of weapons,” Su Mo slowed her pace and walked between the two men.

The towering wall and iron gate were faintly visible now.

Lu Chen lowered his head and said coldly, “Once we’re out of this gate, stick close to me.”

“Mhm, I know,” Su Mo nodded.

She obviously understood the importance of her life.

Three police cars were parked at the gate.

Li Qian and Zhao Changsheng were waiting there early.

After counting heads, he asked Lu Chen, “I remember there was a Miss Zhao Xiweng?”

“Oh, she is now part of Mo Yan’s team,” Su Mo answered for him.

Another ambiguous glance met hers, and Su Mo shivered, reflexively avoiding Zhao Changsheng’s gaze.

“Let’s go then, today just happens to be our turn to go out for supplies, and we must return before dark,” Li Qian said meaningfully and got into the car first.

“Jianxiong, take the front car,” Lu Chen pulled Su Mo and followed her into the back seat.

With Li Qian and two strong men, there were five people in one car.

Jianxiong nodded, and when the bulky man sat in the first car, the tires deflated a bit.

The car seemed very crowded because of the strong physiques of the others.

“Pleasant cooperation, Su Mo~”

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Zhao Changsheng threw a flirtatious look into Su Mo’s car and got into the car behind.

The gate slowly opened, the armed guards moved aside the sharp points, and three cars drove out, kicking up dust and disappearing from sight.

Along the way, it was mostly calm, aside from occasionally encountering a few solitary zombies, accompanied only by the rising sun and the ruins everywhere.

Su Mo was a bit puzzled by the zombies’ seemingly improved mobility than before.

She shook her head, telling herself it was just her imagination.

To save fuel, the air conditioning was off in the car.

The driver was someone she particularly recognized.

The bald man who had provoked her in the airing area that day.

“This damned weather, refuses to rain,” he slapped the steering wheel and rolled down all the windows, letting the hot air fill the car, which was better than suffocating.

“All right, Ah Da,” said the man sitting in the back, kicking the back of the seat and waving the gun in his hand, “let’s finish this quickly and get back.”

Lu Chen sat in the middle, with Su Mo by the other window where the sun was shining directly, making it impossible for her to open her eyes.

She partly rolled up her window and moved closer to Lu Chen, feeling the pleasant coolness emanating from his body.

“Has there been no sign from the radio stations all this time since the apocalypse?” Lu Chen suddenly asked coldly, his large hand reaching behind Su Mo’s shoulder and grabbing the backpack to block most of the sunlight with it.

“No,” the man named Ah Da, the bald man, adjusted the channels in the car, which only emitted static noise.

Lu Chen fell silent.

Li Qian sat in the passenger seat, letting the hot wind blow in his face, and brushed back his hair elegantly, “We’re headed to Black City this time, it’s a three-hours drive from here.”

They were just driving out of the street where the supermarket was located, heading through a small town towards a place completely unfamiliar to Su Mo.

“Black City?” Su Mo nestled under Lu Chen’s arm, lifted her head and quietly asked in his ear, “Where is that?”

“A small county near City A,” Lu Chen’s Adam’s apple moved as he answered coldly.