rpbooks Chapter 31 Zhang Zhiwei, Unarmed
Chapter 31 Zhang Zhiwei, Unarmed
Three hours later, at Liupanshui Yue Zhao Airport in Guizhou.
As the group stepped out of the airport, a refreshing, moist mountain breeze greeted them.
Compared to the dryness of Beijing, the air here seems to be so moist that you could wring water out of it, and there are lush green mountains everywhere you look.
"Awesome! This is what you call a natural oxygen bar!"
Zhang Chulan took a deep breath and stretched.
Two off-road vehicles, which had been arranged beforehand, were parked on the side of the road.
Although Xu Si did not come, as the chief logistics officer, he had already arranged everything remotely.
"Master Su, the road ahead will be difficult."
Zhang Chulan looked at the navigation on his phone: "Biyou Village is deep in the mountains and forests. The car can only drive halfway there; the rest you have to walk."
"It's alright."
Su Wuxian pushed his sunglasses up over his head: "There are so many of us, are we afraid to walk? Get in the car!"
The convoy drove onto the winding mountain road.
This is a typical karst landscape, with winding mountain roads, one side of which is a cliff, and the other side is a deep abyss, making it look quite dangerous.
We drove for about two hours, and it was getting dark.
The road ahead was blocked by several huge rocks.
"There's no way out."
Wang, who was driving, stepped on the brake and looked at the navigation: "The trail leading into the mountains is ahead, and the car can't go any further."
Everyone got off the bus.
Su Wuxian stood by the roadside, looking at the deep, dark forest ahead, when suddenly his eyebrows twitched slightly.
He sensed it.
Deep in these mountains and forests, there are several extremely unique and not weak "qi" (vital energy).
Some are fierce, some are gentle, some are chaotic...
There was also a strong smell of blood and murderous intent.
"interesting."
Su Wuxian's lips curled into a smile:
"Looks like we've arrived just in time, stumbling upon a lively scene."
"Lively?" Zhang Zhiwei sensed something too and looked into the depths of the dense forest. "It looks like someone's having a gathering up ahead? In this desolate wilderness..."
"It's not a party, it's a team building activity."
Su Wuxian straightened his collar and took the lead in walking into the mountains:
"Let's go meet those famous... temporary workers from Nadutong Company."
"Especially that... master who likes to kill."
......
At this moment, three kilometers ahead, there was an open space.
The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.
Several oddly shaped people were standing scattered around, sizing each other up with scrutinizing and wary looks in their eyes.
A man wearing a green military overcoat, with long hair and a somewhat flamboyant appearance—Wang Zhenqiu, a temporary worker in Southwest China.
A muscular, black-rimmed-glasses-wearing, beast-like man—a temporary worker from Central China, known as Black Pipe.
A timid, short, chubby man who looks like a socially awkward middle-aged man—Old Meng, a temporary worker in Northwest China.
There was also a middle-aged man with glasses, a refined appearance, but who exuded an unsettling aura of bloodlust—Xiao Zizai, a temporary worker from East China.
They received orders from the company to assemble here and prepare to encircle and suppress the defector Chen Duo.
"Everyone, is everyone here?"
Wang Zhenqiu chuckled, tossing the golden cudgel in his hand. "I heard this mission is going to be tough. Should we just charge in, or...?"
He hadn't finished speaking.
Xiao Zizai, who had been keeping his head down as if suppressing something, suddenly raised his head, and a burst of red light shone in his eyes hidden behind his glasses!
He stared intently in the direction the mountain path had come from, his body trembling violently with excitement, and a wide grin spreading across his face.
"Wow...such amazing ingredients..."
......
Guizhou, Liupanshui, deep mountains and dense forests.
The afterglow of the setting sun filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled light and shadow, and the air was filled with the smell of decaying leaves and damp mud.
The atmosphere in the open space ahead was somewhat eerie.
Xiao Zizai pushed up his black-rimmed glasses.
Those eyes, which always seemed so refined, were now brimming with an uncontrollable crimson.
His breathing became heavy, and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
It was like a diner who had been starving for three days suddenly smelling an unparalleled delicacy.
"Brother Xiao? What's wrong?"
Wang Zhenqiu, wearing a military overcoat and with long flowing hair, noticed something amiss. He stopped spinning the golden cudgel in his hand and looked at Xiao Zizai curiously.
"That's Zhang Chulan and his group, right? Even though that kid's pretty cunning, it's not like it's worth you craving them like this, is it?"
"No...it's not Zhang Chulan."
Xiao Zizai stared intently at the bend in the mountain path, his voice hoarse, tinged with a trembling excitement:
"It's a murderous aura... aged for a hundred years."
"Pure, profound, without a trace of impurity."
"If it's that person... it must be a main course that can bring me great relief."
As they were talking, footsteps drew closer.
Under the wary and curious gazes of several temporary workers.
A team with an extremely mismatched style slowly strolled out.
Leading the way was Su Wuxian, dressed in casual sportswear and carrying a hiking backpack, holding a freshly broken branch to swat away mosquitoes.
Beside him were Zhang Zhiwei and Tian Jinzhong, both wearing sun hats and windbreakers and looking quite energetic.
Behind them was Wang Ye, who looked utterly dejected and was carrying a ton of bags.
At the very back are Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao, who is eating instant noodles.
This group looks more like a senior citizens' hiking team.
"Hey everyone, what a coincidence!"
Zhang Chulan peeked out from behind and greeted him with an air of familiarity:
"Are you all having a meal here? Let me introduce you, these are...."
"Wait, Bilian."
Wang Zhenqiu suddenly interrupted Zhang Chulan, his peach blossom eyes darting over Su Wuxian and the other two, a playful smile curling at the corner of his lips:
"The company's mission this time is to wipe out Biyou Village, which is a life-or-death job. We don't object to you bringing your family here for tourism, but in this desolate wilderness, if these elderly people get hurt, we won't be responsible for their care and funeral."
"yes."
Old Meng, who had been mostly silent in the corner, also spoke up weakly:
"Zhang Chulan, it's dangerous here. We're just ahead of Biyou Village... Let's send these frail old folks back."
Wang Ye, standing behind him, twitched at the corner of his mouth upon hearing this.
"The old man wasn't wrong..." Wang Ye looked at Zhang Zhiwei, who had a righteous look on his face, and Tian Jinzhong, who was looking around, with some confusion.
"But brother...where did you get the idea that I'm completely powerless?"