Compared to the people in Su Ling's castle, Zhou Yong was truly unremarkable, utterly lacking in any redeeming qualities.
Thinking of this, Chu Jin's mind conjured up the scene of his first encounter with Su Ling and her group.
At that time, Su Ling's team was already at the doorstep of the Four Marshals.
Facing his zombie horde, they were fearless, their coordination seamless, truly embodying the spirit of unstoppable might, decimating everything in their path.
Su Ling's team was formidable, with the men and women being equally impressive.
Despite their fair and delicate appearances, when it came to fighting, they were ruthless, decisive, and efficient. He, protected by his zombies, witnessed it all and was, to be honest, deeply shocked.
A team of ten-odd people, holding their own against his zombie horde, not at a disadvantage at all – how could he not be shocked?
This Zhou Yong, compared to the weakest member of Su Ling's team, was someone they'd actively avoid.
It wasn't that he disdained Zhou Yong, nor that Zhou Yong was entirely useless. It was simply that Chu Jin disliked timid, cowardly, and life-fearing individuals!
And this Zhou Yong was clearly a spineless sycophant, the kind who cowered at the slightest trouble.
As for why Su Ling would take in, allow Zhou Yong to join their team, and bring him back to the castle, Chu Jin had a vague idea of the reason.
If his guess was right, this pharmaceutical factory belonged to Zhou Yong.
Seeing Zhou Yong vomit, Chu Jin instantly lost interest. He turned his head to look out the window.
The air in the carriage was a bit heavy, so he leaned half his body out the window, basking in the sun and letting the hot breeze dissipate his discomfort.
He had promised Su Ling to guard Zhou Yong and the others until their return, and he certainly intended to keep his word and not let them escape.
As for Zhou Yong, leaning against the car window, he vomited every last bit of food from his stomach. Exhausted, he slumped against the window, thinking he had already disgusted himself. He hadn't expected Chu Jin to be even more disgusting, more perverse.
Listen to those words, were those words meant for human ears?
No!
The one beside him wasn't human, but a zombie, so it made sense why he could utter those words that turned his stomach inside out!
Looking at the pile of his stomach's contents on the ground, Zhou Yong was filled with regret.
In this world of severe food shortages, that pile of food on the ground was already a luxury.
Zhou Yong knew that Chu Jin disliked him, found him useless, and considered him beneath notice.
After recovering somewhat, Zhou Yong leaned against the car and turned his head towards Chu Jin, who was facing away and looking out the window. "You must think I'm pathetic, that I'm useless. I am indeed afraid of you, truly afraid. To be precise, I'm not afraid of you, nor am I targeting you, but rather zombies in general. I'm terrified of them, absolutely terrified. And I genuinely fear being eaten by zombies, I'm scared to death."
Chu Jin listened but remained silent.
Zhou Yong seemed not to need Chu Jin's response, continuing on his own. "When the doomsday arrived, I woke up to find the world had changed. The people in the pharmaceutical factory had mutated, becoming unrecognizable and biting anyone they saw."
"My best friend, with whom I had co-founded this pharmaceutical factory, our relationship was one of shared life and death. But talking about it now only feels like a cruel irony; that shared life and death has become a joke."
Zhou Yong rested his hand on the car window, looking at the scorching sun outside. "When the doomsday struck, we were in the office and hadn't mutated. The doomsday occurred after working hours, so most of the factory workers had already gone home, with only a few staying behind for duty."
"Actually, our situation was very safe, incredibly safe..."