Chapter 537: Wanting a Wild Game
Chapter 537: Wanting a Wild Game
Yun Tao leaves An Ran to handle herself while he busies himself organizing the cargo truck, taking out the blankets for the night.
All the women and children in the group have settled into the RV for the night. The truck at the back, modified by Zhan Lian to accommodate several men, is far less comfortable than the RV. Every morning, they pack up their blankets and return them to the last section of the truck.
Just as driver Liu Dong drops his cigarette and leads the men toward An Ran, a figure sprints down from the snowy forest. Leaping from several meters high, he lands effortlessly behind the men.
Zhan Lian rises from the snow, a thin layer dusting his nose, observing the men as they approach his wife.
One of them waves a bag of crystal cores at An Ran, leering. “Beauty, at this price, will you accompany us for a whole night?”
An Ran smiles, taking the bag of crystal cores from Liu Dong’s driver. It is a cell phone bag from before the apocalypse, about a third full. She pours the cores into her palm and shakes her head.
“Pfft, so few, and just ordinary cores. If I’m supposed to play with you all for a night, I’m far too cheap.”
“Yo~~~ You’re such a bitch, even this price is too low for you,” one man jeers, laughing.
Several of the men form a half-circle around her, ready to force her.
Behind her, the RV curtains reveal Zhao Ru’s languid gaze. Other faces watch from the windows of nearby sleeper cars.
“Alright.” An Ran holds the crystal cores in her hand, the other hand behind her back. She looks at the men who have formed a semi-circle and nods with mock reluctance. “Then I’ll play with you for a while. Let’s finish this quickly.”
She glances at Zhan Lian, who stands behind the men, leaning against a rock with his arms folded, wearing a seemingly relaxed expression.
Driver Liu Dong follows her gaze and looks, panic flickering across his face. Zhan Lian extends a hand to Liu Dong’s driver. “Go ahead,” he says, then remains standing, arms folded, watching leisurely.
An Ran arches an eyebrow, moves to the side of the camper for cover, and turns to smile at the men:
“Oh? Want to play a wild game, huh?”
The man in front, impatient and unconcerned about Liang Ziyu, Yun Tao, or Zhan Lian, lunges to embrace her.
An Ran, however, smiles sweetly as a long, white tail suddenly unfurls behind her.
The tail twists and spins like a giant fox’s, the fur rustling in the cold wind with a subtle metallic clang that sounds eerie.
The man’s eyes widen in horror. Before he can react, the tail wraps around his neck, stiffening his body.
“What? What is this?”
He feels as if countless needles are piercing his flesh. Fear grips him so intensely that he nearly loses control of his bladder.