Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person - Chapter 135 102: It's Okay, Be Good!

He staggered back, clutching his blood-soaked severed arm with his left hand, pleading repeatedly: “I can save you, I have a yacht at East Port, don’t kill me!”

Swish!

“Save your damn yacht!”

Zhang Su didn’t give the other a chance to continue speaking. With a twist of his waist, he swung his arm precisely and decisively severed the other’s throat.

“You, you, blub…blub…”

Su Chef didn’t expect such decisiveness, his pleas falling on deaf ears. He clutched his gushing neck, eyes filled with unwillingness and anger, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

“Shark arm, I didn’t even use the crossbow arrow, haha!”

Zhao Dezhu approached Zhang Su with a crossbow gun in hand, shaking the precise weapon, yet Zhang Su didn’t acknowledge him. Curiously, he asked, “Brother, you…”

“Brother Su, Brother Su, where is Sister Xue?”

Wu Lue rushed in, not seeing Zhao Xue, and urgently asked.

“What’s happening with Pei Lan?”

Zhang Su stood protectively in front of the disheveled Zhao Xue, and asked everyone.

Lu Yubo stood at the doorway, saying, “Lanlan’s left arm is shot, she’s not going to die, sister-in-law is taking care of her, Brother Su, is there anything I can help with?”

“It’s fine, you can go out and wait for me. Meanwhile, pack up the things we need to take!”

Zhang Su pointed at the warehouse door, instructing in a deep voice.

“Brother Su…”

“Just go out first!”

Wu Lue wanted to ask something else, but was met with a cold command from Zhang Su.

“Go, go, go, don’t get in the way here, you stubborn mule!”

Zhao Dezhu noticed something was off, his earlier excitement gone. With a serious expression, he pulled Wu Lue out, closing the door behind them.

Zhang Su wiped the blood off his face, sheathed the knife, and took off his clothes to cover Zhao Xue, then carefully placed his hand on her neck.

“Still beating, haha, still alive!”

Feeling the pulsing artery, he was relieved. He guessed that her being completely naked was Su Chef’s preparation for a ghost marriage ceremony.

Initially, he thought Zhao Xue was already dead. Lying here unclothed, despite the warehouse being a bit warm, just over ten degrees, prolonged exposure would definitely lead to hypothermia!

“Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, wake up, how are you?”

Zhang Su sat on the ground, holding Zhao Xue in his arms. Her body felt light and had lost weight since the last time before the disaster.

“Water, where’s the water…”

Seeing Zhao Xue’s dry lips, he looked around, grabbing a bottle of water from the shelf in the warehouse. Mimicking Zhong Xiaoshan, he used the bottle cap to pour a little on Zhao Xue’s lips.

The cold mineral water touching her lips triggered a slight reaction from the unconscious Zhao Xue, her mouth moved instinctively, drinking the water.

Seeing it had an effect, Zhang Su immediately fed her a few more capfuls.

“Mmmnngh…”

Zhao Xue let out a painful moan, her body trembling slightly.

“Xiaoxue, are you awake? Xiaoxue, it’s Zhang Su, wake up!”

Zhang Su gently patted Zhao Xue’s cheeks again.

“Brother Su?”

Zhao Xue felt her eyelids heavy, struggling to open them. Under the dim light, she saw a long-awaited silhouette, though not clearly.

“Yes, it’s me, how are you?”

Zhang Su asked nervously.

Zhao Xue’s vision gradually cleared, and when she finally saw Zhang Su’s blood-stained face, her emotions suddenly stirred.

“Let go, let go of me, Brother Su, I’m dirty, don’t touch me, let me die, let me die here!”

The sudden struggle left Zhang Su momentarily at a loss. He hurriedly held the thrashing Zhao Xue, saying, “Still having nightmares? You’re awake, it’s okay, be good!”

“No, I’m not awake, Brother Su, I…I was violated by beasts, I, I, wooo…”

At the thought of her despair, Zhao Xue began to sob weakly, her arms falling limply, her heart filled with desolation.

Zhang Su knew Zhao Xue had feelings for him. In spring, she invited him to see the flower sea, in summer, to the beach for a breeze, and in autumn, planning routes to appreciate fallen leaves…

All the plans never came to fruition. Their work schedules were unique, and Zhang Su always adhered to the principle of not mixing personal and work life, keeping things calm and steady.

“Don’t say such things. If beasts just watched you, let them watch. It doesn’t count as a violation. That beast did nothing to you. He planned to marry you to his dead son in a ghost marriage. Look, he even wiped you clean. It’s okay now, good girl, don’t cry, you’re safe.”

Zhang Su felt heartbroken for Zhao Xue, this good girl had truly suffered.

Hearing Zhang Su’s words, Zhao Xue’s emotions stabilized slightly, murmuring: “He fed me some drugs, I was groggy, just knew that he, he was undressing me… are you sure he didn’t do anything to me while I was unconscious?”

The last scene before she lost consciousness was a man undressing her. Naturally, she imagined further atrocities.

“No matter how inhumane that beast was, he couldn’t possibly violate someone meant for his son’s ghost marriage. Don’t worry! Xiaoxue, can you stand up? Come on, let’s kill him again to vent your anger!”

Zhang Su supported Zhao Xue with one hand and drew out a machete with the other, blood still clinging to it.

Zhao Xue stared intensely at the blood-dripping military blade, somehow summoning the strength to stand. She reached out and took the machete.

“Be careful, the blade is sharp!”

Zhang Su draped his clothes over Zhao Xue’s shoulders. His intention was to distract her, but unexpectedly she actually took the machete. Watching the staggering Zhao Xue, worry that she might injure herself filled him.

“I can do it!”

Zhao Xue resolutely stepped towards Su Chef, who lay in a pool of blood, raising the machete and bringing it down with a slash.

Thud.

As Zhang Su said, the blade was very sharp.

One strike, then another, one after another.