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To avoid attracting the attention of Old Yang and the others, Luo Shanhe, who was originally stationed outside Leng Fengyang's residence, pretended to feel drowsy and quietly withdrew from his watch position, returning to his own home.
At the same time, A Yan took similar action, continuing to stay near Leng Fengyang while silently slipping back into her room to avoid any movements that might raise suspicion.
This naturally provided Old Yang and his group with an excellent opportunity. Holding a wrench in his hand, Old Yang was followed by several Mechanics, each wielding their own tools.
The night was dark as ink, and the quiet town was only occasionally interrupted by the distant calls of night birds, breaking the silence of the night.
Old Yang and his group climbed up the stairs in the dim light, moving silently. Each step felt particularly heavy and cautious, their eyes flickering with tension and fear, yet their expressions radiated a fierce determination.
Upon reaching the second floor of the Repair Shop, Old Yang raised his hand slightly to signal everyone to stop. He took a deep breath, adjusted his grip on the wrench to ensure it was firmly in hand, ready to become a lethal weapon at any moment.
The other Mechanics also tightened their grips on their tools—some held hammers, others screwdrivers—gleaming coldly under the dim light.
Old Yang scanned each person with his gaze and spoke in a low voice tinged with threat: "Remember, our operation must be clean; we cannot leave any traces. Once we succeed, we leave here immediately with our families. Understood?"
Everyone nodded, a flicker of tension and resolve crossing their eyes.
With Old Yang's command, they slowly approached Leng Fengyang's room. A faint light seeped through the crack of the door; it was the only source of illumination in Leng Fengyang's room. Old Yang gently pushed open the door, which creaked softly yet piercingly in the stillness of the night.
Inside the room, Leng Fengyang had already sensed danger with his keen hearing. He lay sideways on the bed with his back to the door, breathing evenly as if he were sound asleep.
Old Yang signaled for the others to stay outside while he quietly approached the bedside, raising the wrench high, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Leng Fengyang's temple.
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, rustling the curtains by the window. Startled, Old Yang's hand trembled violently as his heart raced into his throat.
A heavy weight settled in Old Yang's chest as he realized he might have already been exposed. With an arrow nocked and ready to fly, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to steady down, trying to adjust his posture for a precise strike at the last moment.
Just then, Leng Fengyang slowly turned around. His deep-set eyes sparkled with an undeniable light in the darkness as a meaningful smile curled at his lips.
Old Yang froze; the wrench in his hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds and refused to move.
"Old Yang," Leng Fengyang said calmly, "we know each other well enough; there is no enmity between us. Why resort to such violence?"
His voice was deep and powerful but carried an undertone of barely perceptible fatigue and resignation as he slowly sat up. His gaze seemed piercing enough to see into one's innermost secrets.
Old Yang's hand shook even more violently now; he couldn't meet Leng Fengyang's eyes and lowered his head instead. His voice came out hoarse: "I... I have no choice."
No choice?
Leng Fengyang let out a soft sigh and continued, "In this apocalypse, no one is left with a choice. Living is far better than being one of those mindless corpses, isn't it?"
His words were like a warm, steadfast force that pierced through the despair and coldness surrounding them. In his deep-set eyes, there was an understanding of humanity's weaknesses and a firm insistence on the dignity of life. This was the mission of the Grave Hunter.
Old Yang's body trembled slightly, tears welling in his eyes. He finally mustered the courage to look up at Leng Fengyang, his gaze filled with regret and struggle. "My wife and children have been infected. They need the Zombie Toxin Vaccine to be saved. I heard that only the Dark Side of the Moon has this vaccine, and it's very expensive. We need enough supplies to trade for it. What can I offer as a mechanic besides my strength? So I..."
Old Yang fell to his knees. Seeing him collapse, several mechanics who had been watching from the doorway also came over and knelt down, saying, "Yes, our families have all been infected too, so we..."
Upon hearing this, Leng Fengyang felt a mix of emotions. Regardless of whether they were lying or not, at least they were driven by love for their families to take such extreme actions.
After a moment of silence, Leng Fengyang slowly said, "Old Yang, the weight of life is never measured by sacrificing others. I understand your plight; there are always other ways in this world to let love and hope continue. Violence and plunder will only make this apocalypse darker. Now, please get up."
The crowd exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting both relief and reluctance. Old Yang was the first to move his knees in an attempt to stand up but stumbled slightly after kneeling for so long. The other mechanics also stood up.
"Boss, you’re right. We’re just out of options," Old Yang said with a choked voice before continuing, "We’ve tried every method we could think of. Medical supplies are too scarce now; our loved ones are still struggling in pain."
"Who spread the news claiming that the Dark Side of the Moon has the Zombie Toxin Vaccine?" At that moment, A Yan's voice came from the doorway, tinged with questioning and confusion.
Having just escaped from the crisis involving the Zombie Toxin Vaccine, they would surely know about this rumor. It was evident that someone had carefully crafted these lies; the mastermind behind it and their intentions were as elusive as fog.
Old Yang's expression hardened as he subtly nodded to the mechanic behind him. The mechanic cautiously pulled out a crumpled flyer from his oil-stained and tattered work pants. It looked weathered and yellowed at the edges as he said solemnly, "It's this one. It claims to be issued by the Temporary Government; I don’t know if it’s true."
As he spoke, a heavy atmosphere filled the air. A Yan realized that behind this rumor about the Zombie Toxin Vaccine might lie a more complex conspiracy.
These damn lunatics really know how to play hunger marketing.
Although Luo Shanhe harbored doubts about the true purpose behind that flyer, after clashing with Li Ming and others, he understood that they would go to any lengths to develop what they called the Zombie Toxin Vaccine. The real motives behind it could not be concealed by the grandiose slogans about saving human civilization printed on that flyer.
Taking the flyer from Old Yang's hands, Leng Fengyang fell into deep thought. He knew well that darker intentions might lurk beneath it all—related to power, profit, and even unspeakable experiments.
Hunger marketing was merely one of their means to enslave people's hearts; the true conspiracy lay hidden like dark currents in the deep sea, difficult to grasp.
"Old Yang," he said slowly, "and all you other mechanics—if you truly care for your families, then please stay here and keep this Auto Repair Shop running. In this apocalypse, countless displaced people urgently need your help. Please believe me when I say that once we successfully obtain a vaccine against Corpse Poison, I will ensure it reaches you first to save your families."
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