Zhang Yi could accept Zhou Ke'er, but she must submit a letter of intent. Zhang Yi's requirements were simple: effective, non-threatening, and, most importantly, not sanctimonious! The first two points Zhang Yi was confident about. But he wondered if Zhou Ke'er could be ruthless when necessary. So, he gave Zhou Ke'er a task. Zhou Ke'er hadn't responded yet, clearly struggling.
Zhang Yi wasn't in a hurry; time was on his side. If Zhou Ke'er couldn't pass this test, Zhang Yi would abandon her. After all, Zhang Yi's health was robust, and the probability of falling seriously ill was low. He wouldn't easily go out, minimizing the risk of injury. However, Zhou Ke'er's lifespan was uncertain.
The next day, Zhang Yi slept until ten in the morning. He rose, threw off the velvet blanket, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. After changing into sportswear, he began exercising on the treadmill. In the apocalypse, good physical fitness was crucial. A robust physique would better cope with dangers and reduce the risk of illness. Zhang Yi sweated profusely on the treadmill for an hour before stopping.
Then he took a hot shower. During the shower, Zhang Yi felt a sense of pride. In the present circumstances, such enjoyment was a luxurious rarity for many.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Suddenly, a loud noise echoed from outside. Zhang Yi's eyes narrowed, and he quickly wrapped himself in a towel and went out. He soon heard a string of curses from outside, coming from Zhou Peng.
Zhang Yi opened the surveillance and saw Zhou Peng outside, wielding two kitchen knives, madly hacking at his door. "Zhang Yi, get out! You're just a turtle hiding in your house, a useless waste!"
Zhang Yi sneered, "Ah, yes, everything you said is correct." "What's next?" It was amusing; a hopeless waste like Zhou Peng was trying to provoke Zhang Yi? It seemed like Zhou Peng was the more anxious one now.
Zhang Yi noticed that when Zhou Peng smashed the door, he used his left hand to exert force, and lifting his right hand seemed challenging. Zhang Yi knew Zhou Peng's arm was infected. On closer inspection, he could even see the arm swelling significantly.
Zhang Yi approached the door, hands in his pockets, and calmly said, "Zhou Peng, does the taste of infection bother you?" "In my biology class, the teacher told us about wound infections." "Once tetanus bacilli from rust enter your wound, it's like maggots finding a corpse; they start to multiply madly." "Your arm wound must be at least several centimeters deep." "While the outside is cold, your flesh is warm. Bacteria reproduce frantically on that warm bed, consuming your flesh." "Then the wound starts to pus, releasing black fluid, and as more bacteria grow, your wound gets larger. Finally, it runs through your blood vessels, spreading throughout your body!"
Zhang Yi vividly described, and after hearing it, Zhou Peng felt his arm hurting even more. Cold sweat poured out, and he felt like bacteria were eating him up, making him shiver.
"Ah ah ah! Zhang Yi, I'll kill you!" Zhou Peng had gone insane; his arm was already rotten, and he knew he was doomed. So, he wanted to make a final attempt. However, coming over this time was futile.
In the neighboring room, Chen Zhenghao's henchmen heard Zhou Peng's crazy screams and asked, "Should we kill him?" After some thought, Chen Zhenghao said, "Haven't you heard that he's dying from infection? Would you eat pork that died of disease?"
After exchanging glances, they decided not to take the risk. Zhou Peng chopped the door for a while, cursing for a while. Finally, exhausted, he collapsed in front of Zhang Yi's door, begging for mercy.
Zhang Yi calmly said, "You're done for; the wound is rotten, terminal, can't be saved. Rather than wait for death, why not do things you didn't dare to do while alive?" Zhou Peng's eyes filled with tears. After hearing Zhang Yi's words, he fell into deeper despair.
Could it be... he was going to die? Fear enveloped him. But along with it came anger, unrestrained anger! "I'm about to die, what is there to fear!" Struggling, he got up and fiercely kicked Zhang Yi's iron door. He wanted to curse, but the door was too hard, and the pain nearly made him faint.
Ignoring this, Zhou Peng staggered back up the stairs. When he returned to his place, his eyes were vacant. He vaguely saw Sun Zhichao roasting a knife with a candle and then burning his own wound.
"Sizzle~" The sound of fat burning accompanied the rising smoke. Sun Zhichao's pupils dilated, emitting painful screams, as if he thought that burning would kill all the bacteria.
Ignored by everyone outside, Zhou Peng rushed into the room where Sun Zhichao was.
Seeing Zhou Peng, Sun Zhichao, startled, screamed, "Zhou... Zhou Peng? What are you doing?" Zhou Peng approached Sun Zhichao, his eyes bloodshot, fixating on him.
"Zhao Zhan, are you willing to marry me?" This pitiful lickspittle, even when life was nearing its end, his greatest wish was to marry Sun Zhichao.
In the apocalypse, this request was ridiculous and pathetic. But Zhou Peng seemed not to mind. Despite giving so much for Sun Zhichao, not even his life would be returned. However, Sun Zhichao had never shown any affection.
"No! I won't!" Sun Zhichao wrinkled her brow, her eyes full of disdain. She instinctively pinched her nose, saying, "No, I don't want to!" Zhou Peng's heart shattered; he had given so much, even risking his life.
But Sun Zhichao, throughout, had never felt any attraction.
"No!! You love me! You love me! Before I die, I want you to be my woman!" Losing his rationality, Zhou Peng couldn't accept giving so much and getting nothing in return.
For the things he couldn't obtain, he might as well destroy them! People outside, hearing the noises inside, paid no attention. In their eyes, Sun Zhichao was the one who caused their current plight—she deserved to die!
"No, get away, you stink! It's disgusting!" Sun Zhichao cursed.
"Do you dare call me stinky?" Zhou Peng, frustrated, suddenly tore off the gauze from his arm. His swollen, black and purulent wound looked horrifying. He made a horrifying move, using his hand to dig into the rotting wound, then stuffing the decayed flesh into Sun Zhichao's mouth.
"Let me teach you a lesson for calling me stinky!" Zhou Peng laughed wickedly, witnessing his goddess being humiliated by himself, an unprecedented pleasure surged within him.