Chapter 502: Being the Big Brother’s Woman
Chapter 502: Being the Big Brother’s Woman
Left with no better choice, Xu Li’er set her sights on Fatty.
Despite his looks and lack of offensive strength, her recent probing into the Burden camp had revealed his surprising influence. Among their roughly five hundred members, his word carried weight—sometimes even the final say.
Though the Burden camp wasn’t known for attack power, he was said to command many Water- and Wood-type ability users. Xu Li’er, a Water-type herself and confident in her beauty, believed it would be easy to become his woman.
As for the small fry? Xu Li’er wasn’t interested. If she was going to do this, she’d be the boss’s woman.
By the roaring bonfire, Fatty’s rolls of flesh shook as he turned around—and there was Xu Li’er, swaying her hips, singing and dancing her way toward him.
Fatty grinned from ear to ear and began to sway along with her…
Meanwhile, Lei Jiang—driving the supply truck with Tang Siluo—had already left Xiangcheng. He hadn’t waited for Zhou Xiang. The moment Zhou Xiang failed to catch up, Lei Jiang knew he wasn’t coming.
It didn’t matter. Zhou Xiang was only handling the final cleanup anyway. Lei Jiang had already taken everyone and everything he needed.
In the swaying truck, he glanced at the soldier behind the wheel—now one of his subordinates—then looked at Tang Siluo sleeping in the back. Determination flashed in his eyes.
Tang Siluo stirred, blinking at the sky, pale with the first signs of dawn. She couldn’t tell how many days they’d been on the road.
Her voice was hoarse when she asked, “Have we reached the Beijing–Tibet Expressway?”
Lei Jiang handed her a cup of water. “Not yet. Drink. We’ve been traveling for days. We’ll rest up ahead.”
Tang Siluo nodded, taking the cup. She glanced at the soldier’s upright posture, and her eyes stung. Her father and her extraordinary older brother had always sat and driven that way—back straight as a rod.
She sipped, but even the water tasted bitter. Returning the cup, she rubbed her temple.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’ve been so sleepy these past few days.”
“You’re grieving. It’s wearing you down,” Lei Jiang said, directing the soldier to drive into a small town.
The following vehicle pulled in as well.
Everyone began disembarking, clearing zombies and mutant animals, and distributing supplies.
Inside the cab, Lei Jiang closed the thermos and told the driver, “Get out. I’ll take care of Miss Tang.”
The soldier hesitated. Something about her constant drowsiness and hazy mind didn’t feel right. But Tang Siluo only listened to Lei Jiang, and crossing him wasn’t wise.
After a moment, the soldier stepped out into the dim light, back to the truck.
He felt it shift behind him, guessing Lei Jiang had moved to the back seat.