Lychees entered Chen Jiakai’s mouth, and he let out a sigh of satisfaction.
He tossed the lychee shell to the ground and picked up a few more.
Looking up, he saw Jiang Zhimin and Jiaojiao standing by without moving. He quickly said, “Come and sit. What are you afraid of?”
After speaking to the two, Chen Jiakai turned to look at Su Ling.
He wasn’t stupid; he knew that among this group, Su Ling held the most authority.
As for the others, they all acted based on Su Ling’s disposition.
“What are you having for dinner? It smells delicious.” After saying this, Chen Jiakai scratched his head. He looked at Su Ling, “Wang Qiang, Liu Yang, and the others are dead, and the downstairs is a mess. I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to join your team.”
He said this as if it were a foregone conclusion, not asking for Su Ling’s opinion but informing her of his decision to join.
The implication was that whether she agreed or not was irrelevant; he was joining.
Before the apocalypse, Chen Jiakai had been employed, subject to rules and regulations, so his character had no significant issues.
But this was the apocalypse; the constraints on him had vanished, and he had been released from his suppressed nature by the end of the world.
How should one put it?
Humans are complex, and Chen Jiakai was precisely in the middle ground between good and bad.
To say he was good, yet his moral character was flawed.
To say he was bad, yet he hadn't murdered, robbed, or raped.
One could only say that humans are selfish and greedy, and Chen Jiakai had undoubtedly indulged his greed and selfishness.
The fact that he didn’t reject Jiaojiao when she offered herself, despite having a girlfriend, was enough to illustrate this.
Chen Jiakai had not seen Su Ling cut off Wang Qiang and the others’ hands and legs, then bind them to feed to the zombies. However, Jiang Zhimin and Jiaojiao had witnessed it.
They were terrified of Su Ling and dared not casually walk over and sit down.
Gu Shangse and the others remained silent, merely watching Chen Jiakai. As for the man’s lack of self-awareness, his comrades Li Yunlong and Xu Lin felt helpless and lamented the change in his aura.
The righteousness of a person, vanishing in such a short time, was undoubtedly a tragic thing.
Chen Jiakai finished the lychees in his hand. Seeing that Su Ling hadn't even glanced at him, instead focusing on rolling glutinous rice cakes in white sugar and sesame before putting them into her mouth and chewing slowly.
The feeling of humiliation from being looked down upon, ignored, and not taken seriously arose spontaneously.
Chen Jiakai crushed the lychee shell in his hand, suppressing the urge to overturn the glutinous rice cakes and white sugar and sesame in front of Su Ling. He restrained his temper, "Su Ling, did you hear me? I want to join your team."
Su Ling cupped her chin, her eyes coldly looking at him, "Scram."
One word was her answer to Chen Jiakai’s lengthy speech.
Chen Jiakai became enraged. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up, and pointed his finger at Su Ling’s nose, shouting, "I advise you not to refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. It’s an honor for me to join your team. Do you believe me if I say I’ll immediately call my brothers and we’ll leave? You’ll be crying then!"
Su Ling refused to waste more words. She directly pressed her Tang dao against Chen Jiakai’s neck, "Scram or not?"
At this moment, Gu Shangse and the others witnessed another side of Su Ling.
Towards those she looked down upon, she was truly merciless.
Towards those she cared about, she was genuinely kind and patient.
Su Ling’s eyes, cold and devoid of warmth, looked at Chen Jiakai, "If you don't scram, I'll send you off."
As she spoke, Su Ling stood up. She glanced at the railing of the rooftop, her meaning clear.
With the cold blade against his neck, radiating chilling air, Chen Jiakai felt his scalp tingle. Especially the dark aura emanating from Su Ling, as if she had just returned from hell, sent shivers down his spine.
He couldn't understand how a woman, so young, possessed such a powerful presence and killing intent.