Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 703 - 692: Resolving to Act (Part 5)

The two subordinates immediately stopped arguing, dumbfounded, standing in place. Huang Yong’s unexpected visit greatly caught them off guard.

The guard planning to delay the report was silently cursing the guy who tattled as a bastard. Meanwhile, the subordinate who disagreed with him ran forward, crying out, "Brother Yong, we have a major problem, the young master has left the Factory."

"Bang! Poof!" With one punch and one kick, Huang Yong swiftly put down the approaching subordinate. Still unsatisfied, he stomped twice furiously on the man’s chest, continuing to question him while grinding, "The young master left the Factory? You have the damn nerve to tell me! I arranged for you to guard this place, are you all eating shit? How did I instruct you? Did you take my rules as farting?"

"No..." The subordinate under Huang Yong’s foot found it hard to breathe under his fierce grinding, let alone answer questions. Meanwhile, the nearby surviving guard was already frightened pale by the situation.

"Good, very good, looks like you truly take my words as farts, fine, you all really have guts, not afraid of being thrown out to feed the Zombies, right? Fine, I’ll fulfill your wish now." As soon as Huang Yong finished speaking, he bent down to pick up the subordinate, half-dead from being trampled, dragging him toward the gate.

The poor guard, left with half his life, suddenly began to struggle desperately like he’s been injected with adrenaline, after hearing Huang Yong’s words. The fear of death made him neglect everything else, continually begging for mercy: "Brother Yong, please don’t throw me out to feed the Zombies. I wouldn’t dare forget your orders! But the young master insisted on leaving the Factory, and he had a pass issued by General Liu, I was helpless!"

The subordinate’s heart-wrenching pleas moved even his scared silent companion, who courageously argued for him: "Brother Yong, we didn’t want to notify you about this, but the young master threatened us with a knife not to, otherwise he’d stab us. Later, we also tried to stop him from leaving, but he planned to storm out and smash the door forcibly. We had no choice but to open it for him."

The companion’s justified defense stopped Huang Yong’s steps, and using this brief moment, the dragged subordinate got a chance to breathe a bit. He calmed his panicked mind, adding tearfully: "Brother Yong, given the situation back then, we really had no solution. If we didn’t open the door, the consequences might be hurting the young master, damaging the Factory’s door, or worse, losing protection and allowing Zombies to invade. So, Brother Yong, please spare me, I didn’t want this!"

Under the two’s relay-like defense and plea, Huang Yong gradually stabilized from his initial impatience and violent emotions. He calculated in his mind that although these guys deserved death, now wasn’t the time to deal with them.

Killing them wasn’t hard, could be done anytime, but if they died, who would help bear the blame for Liu Yunpeng’s departure?

Not to mention, if the young master ends up with severe consequences due to this, Liu Fugui would definitely not let him off easily, maybe even want him dead in exchange. By then, for survival, he’d have to tear off his mask and fight the opposition.

Therefore, before the situation reaches the worst point, he must plan ahead for himself.

And at this moment, these two might very well be the life-and-death allies that can be tied together at a crucial moment.

Realizing this, Huang Yong’s attitude became less murderous, his tone slightly relaxed, "All working like pigs, but your minds are damn sharp when finding excuses. How long has Liu Yunpeng been gone?"

The two subordinates looked at each other, "10 minutes!"

"5 minutes!"

"Damn it, how many minutes exactly?"

This time, the two subordinates didn’t speak simultaneously, instead one quickly replied, "Brother Yong, the young master’s been gone for almost 10 minutes or so, should we go out driving to chase him?"

minutes, there should be hope to catch up with him: "Alright, I’ll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes, immediately drive to chase him. If you manage to bring Liu Yunpeng back, everything that happened today I’ll consider nonexistent, no grudge held. But if you can’t catch him..."

Huang Yong initially intended to tell them not to come back if they failed, but he quickly reconsidered because he still needed someone to take the blame and someone to rely on if conflicts arose. So, he immediately revised his words: "If you can’t catch him, notify me right away, to allow me to make plans."

The two subordinates nodded like pounding drums, "Brother Yong, don’t worry, we’ll do our best to chase the young master, but..."

One subordinate hesitated, while his companion immediately glared at him, silently cursing, why the hell are you hesitating now? "Brother Yong, we’ve just one concern, we’re worried that once we catch up to the young master, we can’t convince him, you understand our identities just..."

Huang Yong waved his hand, impatiently cutting off their words, scolding, "None of you are reliable at crucial moments, damn useless, if I didn’t need to report this to General Liu, I’d damn drive myself chasing instead, wouldn’t have to waste words with you trash here!"

The two subordinates wisely didn’t dare say more, obediently letting Huang Yong reprimand them. Perhaps realizing such senseless rage would only result in time waste without actual meaning, Huang Yong didn’t continue: "Once you find the young master, no matter what method you use, even tying him up, you must bring him back for me. Rest assured regarding that point, if General Liu asks, tell him I told you so. I’ll handle any issue that arises. Understand?"

"Un...understood!" What else could the two subordinates do but nod and agree?

Surely only a fool would believe Huang Yong’s guarantee. Who is Liu Yunpeng, he’s General Liu’s precious gem, it’s an open secret within the group!

Tying Liu Yunpeng is like stretching one’s neck out for a beating; the subordinates certainly don’t expect Huang Yong to really speak for them as he promised, but right now they have no choice, if they don’t do this, they could face death in the next second.

As the saying goes, whether dying sooner or later, you’ll die eventually, so rather than that, why not take a gamble, maybe stake out a chance for survival. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote recommendation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian.com. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.qidian.com for reading.)