Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits - Chapter 48 - 44: Zhong Wubin

Chapter 48: Chapter 44: Zhong Wubin

Su Qi encountered Zheng Weimin:

“Ah Min, how do you know my nephew just brought back a piece of 136-pound beast meat?”

Su Qi encountered Liu Jun:

“Old Liu, how do you know my nephew just brought back a piece of 136-pound beast meat?”

Su Qi encountered the other members of Team 2:

“Everyone, how do you know my nephew just brought back a piece of 136-pound beast meat?”

Su Qi encountered…

Zhao Yaxin stood to the side with a numb expression.

She remained silent just now, precisely anticipating this scene.

It’s hard to imagine that this second uncle, who is usually stern and unsmiling towards the younger generation, is actually so keen on boasting about his kid.

Moreover, before the apocalypse, he was also famously prone to getting lost while fishing.

Su Lin slapped his thigh, angrily saying, “How can second uncle be like this!”

Zhao Yaxin nodded subconsciously, this scene indeed… too embarrassing.

Su Lin quickly stepped forward and “snatched” the meat back from his second uncle’s hands.

Reluctance was written all over Su Qi’s face.

Just at that moment, Team 2 from the Hunting Group finished gearing up and was ready to set off.

As the members were leaving, their gaze collectively fell on Su Lin and the piece of meat on his shoulder, their envy was overflowing.

The vice-captain, Zheng Weimin, who usually shared a similar stoic demeanor with Su Qi, unexpectedly reached out and swiftly patted Su Lin’s arm as he passed by.

Su Lin’s hairs stood on end instantly, his face full of alarm.

Zheng Weimin, with a serious face, explained solemnly:

“Just trying to rub off some luck.”

This remark was like lighting a fuse.

“I want to rub some luck too!”

“Me too!”

“The vice-captain did it too!”

“The captain also did it!”

…

A group of burly men, along with the elderly Liu Jun, instantly transformed into “luck-rubbing maniacs,” pawing over Su Lin.

Su Lin felt like a piece of coveted fragrant bun or a lamb straying into a wolf pack, enduring this “enthusiasm” with resignation, leaving a deep psychological shadow.

Team 2 left satisfied, leaving Su Lin standing with the beast meat, looking drained as if his soul had been emptied.

Zhao Yaxin walked over gracefully, still maintaining her cold and elegant demeanor, though her phoenix eyes concealed a barely detectable hint of amusement.

She said to Su Lin, “Better get used to it; it’s a village tradition.”

Su Lin’s mouth twitched, staring at his sister-in-law with a resentful look, lamenting:

“Does the tradition also include touching my second brother?”

Zhao Yaxin turned away, pretending she hadn’t heard.

Su Lin just felt unclean.

He carried the meat, gloomily walking alongside his sister-in-law towards their grandfather’s house.

On the way, they encountered Hou Yong carrying a plastic bag.

Hou Yong saw him and seemed about to say something, but Su Lin beat him to it:

“Old Monkey! How do you know I just brought back a piece of 136-pound beast meat?”

Zhao Yaxin: “…”

So why were you just angry?

Hou Yong was first stunned by the abrupt greeting from the fishing enthusiast, then stared at the red cloth-wrapped meat in shock, eyes glued, drooling as he complimented:

“Master Lin is truly a child of destiny! Going out and bringing back a big piece of meat, I’m so envious! My mom and I have been gnawing on rice bran for over half a month… Heh heh, Master Lin, can you let me rub some of your good fortune too?”

He rubbed his hands together like a fly, approaching with a flattering smile.

Su Lin’s expression changed drastically, reflexively stepping back, guarding himself cautiously:

“Stay away! I’ve been rubbed all over just on my return! Dare touch, and I’ll shoot you!”

“… Okay, okay.” Hou Yong retracted his hand awkwardly, not daring to act rashly.

Su Lin eyed him suspiciously, “By the way, isn’t Team 2 hunting outside today? Why aren’t you with them?”

He suspected this guy was slacking under the guise of using his name.

Hou Yong helplessly lifted the bag, inside were tree roots, leaves, flowers, herbs, exuding a faint herbal medicine scent:

“My mom is sick, so I had to take a leave today to take care of her and just bought some herbal medicine at the market.”

Su Lin glanced, seemed plausible, and nodded.

Hou Yong suddenly recalled something and exclaimed:

“Ah, right! Master Lin, I was just about to tell you, I just saw Leader Zhong Wubin taking people to Old Su’s house! You better hurry back!”

Zhong Wubin!?

Su Lin and Zhao Yaxin exchanged a glance, hearts tightening at this name.

Zhao Yaxin said nothing more and immediately accelerated her pace, hurrying home.

Su Lin was about to follow but suddenly halted, pulling out the Slaughter Saber, uncovering a corner of the red cloth, and skillfully sliced off a small piece of meat, tossing it to Hou Yong.

“Here, take it to nourish your mom.”

After saying that, he wasted no time, hastily chasing after his sister-in-law’s figure.

Leaving Hou Yong standing there, holding the piece of still warm meat, dazed for a while.

…

Su Family’s Old Mansion.

Su Lin had just reached the sticky trap at the entrance when he heard Old Su Can inside roaring with anger:

“I told you, I didn’t do the Chang Family massacre!”

Su Lin paused, his eyes instantly growing cold.

So they suspect the old man?

He quickly stepped over the thick wooden planks spanning the sticky trap, crossed the threshold, and entered the hall.

He saw his grandfather Su Can, hair and beard slightly standing, slamming the table, glaring furiously at a sturdy middle-aged man across from him.

It was Zhong Wubin, the leader of the Hunting Group.

Four stern strangers stood behind Zhong Wubin, apparently hired help.

At this time, Zhao Yaxin was already guarding by grandfather’s side, face frosty, eyes icy.

Su Tongxi and Su Yingying were nowhere in sight, presumably the elder led the younger away from the argument.

Su Lin didn’t immediately approach but quietly stood in the shadow by the door, watching coldly.

Sitting across the Eight Immortals Table, Zhong Wubin’s eyes were bloodshot, his face sinister enough to drip water, his voice deep and oppressive:

“If not you, then it’s your younger son Su Qi! Besides your Su Family, who else has the motive and capability to kill Chang Sanheng?!”

Chang Sanheng’s death completely disrupted Zhong Wubin’s plans, catching him off guard!

Don’t be deceived by Zhao Yaxin unlocking the Tendon Lock at a young age; it’s because she married into the Su Family, benefiting from resource allocation.

In the entire village, martial artists truly reaching the Tendon Lock Realm are few.

Though Chang Sanheng ranked below Su Qi and couldn’t compare to Su Can, his strength exceeded the newly unlocked Zhao Yaxin.

To Zhong Wubin, he was an indispensable left-hand man!

Each person unlocking a Genetic Lock needs a prolonged accumulation of Qi and Blood before advancing to the next lock.

Only once reaching the maximum Qi and Blood their current stage body can hold, can they consume Treasure Meat to attempt unlocking the Genetic Lock of the next body tissue.

Last year, both Su Can and Zhong Wubin reached the critical accumulation phase for Qi and Blood in the Tendon Lock.

Figures like Liu Jun and Chang Sanheng, captain-level, had about fifty to sixty percent Qi and Blood stored.

During this accumulation period, with each ten percent difference, strength exhibited a significant disparity.

In a slightly weaker village, Chang Sanheng could have potentially become a Hunting Group leader!

His death was a huge blow to Zhong Wubin!

The plan to merge with Black Scale Village was hence shrouded.

Unless…

The Su Family turned to support him.

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