You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 33 You Just Want to Start a Harem, Don't You?

Before Zhao Jun could escape, two bodyguards had already charged into the bathroom.

They quickly dragged him out.

Zhao Jun's face was filthy—as it turned out, in an attempt to mask his own smell, he had actually smeared certain substances all over his body!

Zhang Ye inadvertently took a whiff.

Ugh—

He stumbled back several steps, leaning against the corridor wall and retching for a while before he could look at the captive smeared with filth again.

"I'm sorry, I underestimated you."

Zhang Ye's gaze was sincere as he apologized with a hint of remorse, "Who would have thought you'd be so ruthless to yourself!"

As he spoke, he glanced around at the tragedy that surrounded them—limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, and blood had almost stained every corner of their vision red.

"And so ruthless to others, too."

"These people had spent quite a while with you in the hotel."

"Now not one is left alive."

"I would dub you, 'The Ruthless One of the Apocalypse'!"

Zhao Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and it seemed like fire might shoot from his gaze as he looked at Zhang Ye.

"They deserved to die!"

"To be with that Miss Yu, they had to die!"

"Anyone who was with you—must die here!"

His face was completely contorted.

Even as he spoke, his eyes stayed fixed on Zhang Ye.

He was like a vicious dog that could pounce at any moment.

Just by that expression alone, Zhang Ye could roughly guess what had happened here the night before.

Indeed, they found another corpse in the bathroom.

The stomach had been brutally stabbed open.

"Isn't this your companion? You had the heart to do this?"

Zhang Ye looked down at the face of the corpse and vaguely remembered this person seemed to be one of Huang Zhigang's followers back then.

Zhao Jun snorted coldly, his eyes full of disgust as he looked at the body on the ground.

"The boss was killed, the territory was taken, and you're thinking about surrendering instead of fighting back?"

"Such people are a waste of air while alive!"

"Better off dead!"

As he spoke, he glared at Zhang Ye ferociously.

"It's just a pity you didn't come that night!"

"Otherwise—"

"You would have killed me too, right?"

Zhang Ye looked at him with eyes full of appreciation and even clapped his hands symbolically.

"You really are ruthless!"

"Even using the lives of your companions to lure my employees into losing control is within your means."

A flicker of pride crossed the depths of Zhao Jun's eyes, and just as he was about to say a few more harsh words, he heard a sentence beside his ear:

"Bring someone here!"

"Drag him out and beat him to death while he's alive!"

No sooner had the words fallen than two burly bodyguards charged forward and pinned down Zhao Jun.

The sounds of flesh being beaten and the impact were quickly heard.

The screams came to an abrupt halt.

Luo Xin suddenly felt puzzled, as the whole street was swarming with zombies.

Surely they weren't planning to let the zombies stay in the hotel?

The thought made her involuntarily look at the busy undead employees around her—was this meant to be staff accommodation?

"You blockhead!"

"You truly can't be sculpted into anything worthwhile!"

Zhang Ye looked at her with a face full of frustrated expectations.

"Let me ask you, how many people are there in Sanjiang City?"

Luo Xin was taken aback, as the question seemed to touch upon an area she knew nothing about.

She racked her brains for a moment and finally answered cautiously, "Several hundred thousand?"

Zhang Ye promptly asked another question: "How many survived?"

Luo Xin shook her head.

This time she genuinely had no idea.

The entire city was overrun with zombies, the dead were countless.

Who knew how many people had survived?

Could he possibly know?

"I don't know either,"

Zhang Ye shamelessly admitted while looking at her.

"But we can make a rough estimate."

"Even if more than seventy percent of the population died, there would still be at least tens of thousands of survivors."

"Think about it."

"These people have just been through a disaster."

"Every day, they are on edge, fearing they might get eaten by zombies."

"They can't eat well or sleep well!"

"And then, they suddenly see a hotel!"

Zhang Ye said this and even patted the sturdy shoulder of 004 next to him.

"Safe,"

"And offering rooms to rest."

Luo Xin's eyes were already shining, and upon hearing this, she quickly suggested:

"We definitely can't let them stay for free!"

"We have to charge something!"

"Money?"

As she spoke she shook her head again.

Money was now utterly worthless, even too stiff for toilet paper; taking it was pointless, but what else could they ask for?

"That's obviously not going to work."

Zhang Ye said with a look of disdain, clearly no longer interested in money.

"You have to think more long-term!"

"What does the company need for its development?"

"Talent!"

How can you get talent without seeing any living people, right?

He had planned to pick a few people from the hotel in a few days to do laundry and cooking, but who would have thought, in one night's work, dozens of survivors had all died out.

As Zhang Ye was mulling this over, he heard a comment:

"I get it,"

"You just want to open a harem, right!"