"Make way!" Luo Xiaole heard the screams from behind and abruptly pushed through the crowd, charging forward.
This iron chain was the only thing she could handle now.
She rushed to the very front, almost frantically, under everyone's expectant gazes.
And pulled out her small knife.
The next second, the seemingly sturdy, thick iron chain snapped cleanly in two from the middle, falling to the ground with a clatter.
"Young Master, look at this..." No one noticed that the people in the clock tower were watching them with extreme caution.
They saw that Luo Xiaole had, in just one second, unlocked the heavy iron chain that they couldn't.
Several of them were shocked and reported the situation to a young man who was resting with his eyes closed nearby.
The young man was also surprised and immediately opened his tightly shut eyes.
He pushed aside the blanket covering him and walked to the edge of the wall, looking out.
He saw an exceptionally small girl wearing a baggy hoodie that didn't fit.
In her hand was a very ordinary-looking small knife.
The iron chain dropped from her grasp with ease, and she and several others forcefully pushed open the large door.
"Quick, the door is open, hurry up and follow!" Luo Xiaole yelled anxiously to those behind her.
She couldn't go back to help them now.
Her clothes' defense count had been used up for today.
If she got too close to the zombies behind them, and froze again,
She would truly be beyond help.
Mo Chen heard her voice and breathed a sigh of relief.
With a few swift slashes, he decapitated several attacking zombies.
Following the others behind him, he ran into the clock tower without looking back.
The young man upstairs saw Mo Chen's skill, and his pupils constricted sharply!
He knew that even the special forces soldiers who protected him personally didn't have such skills.
Where did this person learn such elusive martial arts?
This guy was definitely not to be underestimated.
He silently labeled Mo Chen in his mind.
Furthermore, he glanced again at the tall, slender figure in blood-soaked clothes, who had just entered the clock tower.
He felt as if he had seen him somewhere before, with a strange sense of familiarity.
"Phew... phew..." Everyone who ran into the clock tower let out a collective sigh of relief.
This included Zuo Ran and Xu Lingyan, who had been following at the back of the group.
They had almost been bitten.
But their survival instincts kicked in, and they directly grabbed two other fleeing companions, pushing them towards the zombies.
The zombies abandoned biting them and turned to "feast" on the newcomers.
They then narrowly escaped and hid with the group.
Now, she was the only one left in her team.
Zuo Ran's heart ached.
There would be no one to protect her anymore. She had to integrate into Mo Chen's team quickly.
As long as she could capture Mo Chen, with his skills and protective abilities, her safety in this apocalypse should be secured for the time being.
A triumphant smile crept onto her lips.
"Drip~ drip~ drip" Unexpectedly, footsteps sounded from upstairs.
Was someone upstairs?
Luo Xiaole looked up in surprise.
"Man, ghost, or zombie?" Zhou Xiaojun also recovered and started to speak flippantly, "Who is it?"
"Should we go up and check? If it's a zombie, we'll kill it! We can't just wait here to die," Luo Shu scratched his head.
"That's true..." Zhou Xiaojun said with a dejected face, feeling a bit down.
Everyone else could only nod. No one wanted to back down and be left behind by the main group.
A few people who still had some strength tightly gripped Luo Xiaole's weapon, swallowed their saliva, and nervously started to ascend the stairs.
As they reached the platform, the people in front froze slightly.
"What's wrong?" Luo Xiaole was curious.
They didn't seem to have encountered any danger.
She also caught up from behind and pushed aside a small gap to look ahead.
Almost every wall on the platform was mounted with a modified machine gun!
About a dozen people dressed as special forces soldiers, armed with firearms,
Were in a protective formation, surrounding a boy with chestnut hair in the center.
The scene was astonishing!
The boy was about the same age as them, but his every move exuded an air of nobility.
His round, almond-shaped eyes looked harmless and incredibly friendly.
Zhu Hui, standing next to him, became ecstatic the moment she saw him!
"Qin Mingyang! Thank goodness, you're safe!" she exclaimed with great excitement.
Luo Xiaole was jolted, so he was Qin Mingyang!
She instinctively looked at his hands.
His fingers, slender like Mo Chen's, were wrapped in gauze, so she couldn't see anything.
And in a remote corner, her uncle and brother were actually wearing special forces uniforms, blending in with the troops!
Except they looked a bit weaker than the surrounding special forces soldiers.
At the same time, the ring on her hand began to vibrate violently, as if afraid she wouldn't feel the location of the other ring.
Her heart pounded, and she had to put her hand into her pocket, fearing that someone would notice something amiss.
It seemed the other ring was indeed on Qin Mingyang's hand.
"You're all classmates who came here to take shelter, right?" Qin Mingyang spoke first.
His voice was like a spring breeze, incredibly gentle.
Everyone nodded subconsciously.
"Then please rest on the other side of the platform. Don't worry, we have sufficient weapon reserves here, and we will protect you." Qin Mingyang's voice was like a trickling spring, very comforting.
Others were deeply moved by his words.
Looking at the equipment and the formation, anyone could tell that he was a pampered young master.
But this young master had so many heavy weapons, and instead of occupying the area and driving them away, he even offered to protect them.
It truly stirred a warmth in their hearts.
Only Luo Xiaole shrank her neck and hid to the side.
The moment Qin Mingyang turned, she clearly saw a look of haughty triumph in his eyes.
Everyone cooperated and turned to walk to the other side of the platform.
However, Zhu Hui stayed behind, and quietly took out a small bottle she had picked up in front of the supermarket.
She sprayed it twice at her ear.
"Qin Mingyang, do you... do you still remember me? We worked on two projects together last semester!"
Her face was filled with joy, believing that the gentle and well-remembered Qin Mingyang would not forget her.
"This little girl is still wearing perfume at a time like this?" The surrounding special forces soldiers exchanged glances.
"Make way, make way. Many people try to get close to our young master."
The special forces soldiers next to her began to push her away roughly.
But Qin Mingyang showed no intention of stopping this rough pushing.
Only when Zhu Hui was roughly pushed to the ground by a burly special forces soldier did Qin Mingyang faintly say, "How can you be so rude to a lady?"
He turned to Zhu Hui, "Are you alright? Classmate, I'm sorry, the people my father sent need to protect my safety, so they were a bit rough. You should go over and rest, gather your strength. You must be tired today, right?"
"Not tired, not tired!" Hearing Qin Mingyang's concern, Zhu Hui's eyes lit up again.
Then, as he instructed, she smiled broadly and walked back to the platform with Luo Xiaole's group.
Luo Xiaole crossed her arms, and Luo Shu witnessed the scene.
"Tsk, tsk..." Luo Shu looked amazed, "Why does this kid have a hypocritical aura about him..."
Luo Xiaole helplessly clasped her head and stomped her feet. Their only awakened teammate was a love-struck fool!
As she hit herself, she suddenly realized that the small knife she had used to break the iron chain was still in her hand.
She then froze.
The iron chain she had broken wasn't locked from the inside, but from the outside.
How did Qin Mingyang and his group get up here?
Or was someone, for some reason, deliberately locking them in here?