Chapter 117: Going Out (Please Subscribe)

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As they chatted, Fu Gaobin gradually fell asleep. Wang Cheng continued to humble himself in this lowly manner, all to please Yang Fan. At this moment, Yang Fan looked at Wang Cheng and actually understood what was on his mind and what he intended to do. So Yang Fan patted his shoulder calmly and said, “You stay here and keep watch for a while. Endure it a bit. I’m stepping out for a moment. If anything happens, just shout loudly immediately.”

Yang Fan left behind the “True? Eagle Eye” and spoke these words to Wang Cheng. The latter didn’t expect Yang Fan to be so courteous to him and suddenly felt deeply honored. He stammered, unsure of what to say, but his heart was very moved. Seeing Wang Cheng like this, Yang Fan smiled and patted his shoulder again, saying, “Alright, keep a good watch.”

Having said that, Yang Fan headed outside, opening the door of the Volkswagen. The biting cold wind blew in, slightly waking Fu Gaobin, the two women, and Wu Liang, who was about to fall asleep. The four of them looked at Yang Fan leaving in surprise. Fu Gaobin rubbed his eyes, still a bit groggy, and asked, “What’s going on? Brother Yang Fan, where are you going?”

After saying this, Fu Gaobin seemed ready to follow. Yang Fan immediately shook his hand, telling Fu Gaobin to rest. The reason Yang Fan wanted to step out alone was to verify something. Bringing others along might lead to discovery. He was too lazy to explain and preferred to let them rest peacefully here.

According to previous memories, this place should be safe, at least until the next morning when they would meet Li Qiang and the others.

Hearing this, Fu Gaobin felt uneasy. It was the end of the world, and Yang Fan going out alone was risky. If he encountered danger, it wouldn’t be good. In Fu Gaobin’s eyes, Yang Fan was the core, the spiritual leader. If something happened to him, everyone would probably collapse.

Now that he was leaving, Wang Cheng, Fu Gaobin, and the others felt as if they had lost their backbone, and a bit of fear crept in.

Yang Fan naturally knew their concerns, so after some thought, he decided to take Fu Gaobin with him. But when it came to taking Fu Gaobin away, Wu Liang hesitated and timidly said, “You’re all leaving, but what if some monster comes? What will we do then?”

“You think I’m useless?” Wang Cheng thought this in his heart. But because of Yang Fan’s earlier encouragement and comfort, Wang Cheng’s fear temporarily subsided. So he said this, scolding Wu Liang first, then telling Yang Fan, “Brother Yang Fan, don’t worry. With me here, it’ll be fine.”

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Seeing Wang Cheng’s nervousness, which was really just a façade, Yang Fan thought for a moment and handed Wang Cheng several explosive talismans. “These are explosive talismans, like grenades. Keep them safe. If you really encounter an enemy, just throw one forward. It will intelligently stick to the target and cause a powerful explosion. But be sure to retreat afterward; it won’t guarantee your safety. I’ll also place these talismans around you. I won’t go too far—just scout around nearby. If danger comes, it will appear naturally.”

Hearing this explanation, everyone finally relaxed a bit. Before Wang Cheng could say anything further, Yang Fan handed over the talismans and called to Fu Gaobin, “Let’s go.”

“All right.” Fu Gaobin grabbed his weapon and got out of the car, following Yang Fan. Yang Fan had originally planned to leave directly but suddenly decided to set up some defenses around. After all, it’s better to be safe than sorry.

Once everything was arranged, Yang Fan left the area.

“Hey, Brother Yang Fan, wait for me. Where exactly are we going now?” Following behind, Fu Gaobin tucked his head down. The fierce wind and snow made him feel cold, but it wasn’t a big deal. He simply asked.

“Just some sights outside. Maybe we’ll meet some nice women. Remember the club we started back in middle school?” Yang Fan walked slowly, a slight smile on his face.

“The club we started in middle school?” Fu Gaobin struggled to recall but saw Yang Fan’s sly smile and thought hard. Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and grinned mischievously. “You mean the Women’s Federation, the one that 'rescued' fallen women?”

Fu Gaobin laughed heartily, and Yang Fan immediately joined in.

Back in middle school, they were just a bunch of mischievous kids, constantly joking with each other. Eventually, they formed a club called the Women’s Federation. Originally, it was just a joke—they claimed they specialized in helping fallen women.

But no one expected the biggest idiot, Zhang Peng, to actually formalize the club. For some unknown reason, once it was established, the whole school became aware of their group, nicknamed the ‘Six Young Masters of Y High.’

Those days were embarrassing to look back on, but now they could only laugh about them. Hearing Yang Fan bring it up again, Fu Gaobin laughed heartily. Somehow, the two of them felt closer. True brothers become brothers again by sharing embarrassing stories—that’s just how men are.

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Yang Fan knew that ever since he revealed his abilities, Fu Gaobin had begun feeling competitive. Back then, Fu Gaobin was the best among their group, but now everything was reversed, leaving him with a bitter taste.

Moreover, Yang Fan also knew that although Fu Gaobin appeared sly on the surface, he was actually afraid—afraid Yang Fan would change, no longer be the Yang Fan he knew. That was what Fu Gaobin said to him the day he died in front of him, which is why Yang Fan joked the way he did.

In his previous life, he hadn’t noticed this. Now that he was back, Yang Fan wouldn’t let the same thing happen again. Brothers are brothers, friends are friends, enemies are enemies. One must be merciful to friends, ruthless to enemies—that was Yang Fan’s principle now.

The cold wind howled, making their clothes flap. Snow flew through the air like salt—white and pure. The fierce wind whipped up the snow on the ground, chilling yet calming the soul, wonderfully so.

If only this were just a dream. The bloodshed of the apocalypse revealed itself across the world and through time. The mutated beasts were not the scariest, nor were the zombies or the brutal insectoids. The only terrifying thing was the human heart—when a person loses their principles.

That kind of person… would change the world entirely. Yang Fan speculated that perhaps his future opponents would no longer be these creatures but madmen like Chen Hu and the others.

After walking a few hundred meters, Yang Fan paused. The real reason he had stepped out was to see who had stolen Li Qiang’s car. He still remembered Li Qiang mentioning that two cars had been stolen along the way.

If he could find out who it was, it might bring him unexpected advantages… (To be continued)