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Tianzhe started crying as he spoke. This time, his tears were far more genuine. How could he not cry? When he woke up, that giant hailstone had directly struck his most sensitive part. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he'd likely have been ruined.
Peng Yansheng's face was grave, his brow furrowed. "Do you know what those people were called, or where they went?" He held no hope for an answer.
Tianzhe, with a runny nose and tears streaming down his face, looked at Peng Yansheng. He shook his head. "We don't know what they were called, or anything about them. We thought we could take our time and gather information that would be beneficial to us. Who knew..."
"Get to the point," Peng Yansheng interrupted Tianzhe again. He lit another cigarette, impatience evident.
Tianzhe quickly stopped. He looked at Peng Yansheng. "We only know they left by boat. They're likely heading to Hai Shang Island. But I'm not sure, we missed too much information. By the time we realized what was happening, it was already too late."
Peng Yansheng looked up at the sun, which was uncomfortably bright. He tossed the half-smoked cigarette to the ground and stomped on it. After crushing it beyond recognition, he moved his foot and looked at Tianzhe. "Find a place to rest, fill our bellies, and get some sleep. Then, we'll go to the docks, find a boat, and head out to sea to that so-called Hai Shang Island." He was starving. He hadn't eaten or slept well on the journey, and then experiencing this upon return was the worst kind of bad luck.
Tianzhe pointed to a tall building not far away. "Let's go there."
Peng Yansheng followed Tianzhe's gaze. It was quite close. He nodded.
As they all got into the car, preparing to leave, something fell from the sky. Initially, Peng Yansheng and the others paid it no mind. It wasn't until the objects became larger and larger, more numerous, and obscured their vision that they realized something was wrong. They accelerated, driving through the dense hail towards the tall building. Without even stopping, they drove the large truck through the building's main entrance, pushing their way inside.
By the time they entered the building and got out of the car, hail had already accumulated several inches deep on the ground outside. The sun was still shining brightly, but the hail continued to fall relentlessly.
Peng Yansheng, a cigarette dangling from his lips, glanced outside. Then, dismissively, he ordered Tianzhe and the others, "Stop looking, go find pots and pans. Let's cook something to eat, I'm starving."
Tianzhe and the others, who had been staring at the hail, immediately found the suggestion appealing.
***
Hai Shang Island.
Su Ling and Shang Qi had just returned to the garrison with the little zombie king when the hail began to fall. Pitter-patter, the ground of the garrison was soon covered by a layer of hail.
The little zombie king seemed very afraid of people, especially so many people, and especially the garrison troops. It was probably their uniforms it feared. Because of this fear, it followed Su Ling and Shang Qi everywhere, cradling a few bananas protectively. Standing barefoot, its pair of dim blue eyes gazed timidly at its surroundings, its long-nailed hand clutching a corner of Su Ling's clothes.
Everyone was curious and a little concerned about the little zombie king that Su Ling and Shang Qi had brought back. Initially, they were worried. But after seeing how timid the little zombie king was, they found it quite cute. They no longer felt it was ferocious or frightening, and everyone grew somewhat fond of it.
Su Ling looked at Jiang Jiang and beckoned him over. Jiang Jiang saw Su Ling beckoning and quickly squeezed through the crowd, arriving before Su Ling. "Sister."
Su Ling looked at Jiang Jiang, then turned her head to look at the little zombie king pulling her clothes. She gently removed its claws from her clothes and placed them into Jiang Jiang's hands. "From now on, you will be responsible for it."