Yuan Qiaoqiao shielded her little head, her cheeks puffed up in obvious frustration.
"Sis, you can’t hit my head like that—I won’t grow taller if you do! (∧｀)"
Le Xiaowei, who was driving, couldn’t help but glance at Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"You’re already a senior in high school and 160 cm tall. How much taller do you want to be?"
Yuan Qiaoqiao leaned back in her seat, nibbling on a spicy stick, her eyes sparkling. "I want to be 170 cm."
Le Xiaowei: "..."
"Keep dreaming." It wasn’t that Le Xiaowei wanted to crush her hopes, but at eighteen, height was pretty much set. Wanting to grow another ten centimeters? Might as well wish to overturn the heavens.
Yuan Qiaoqiao counted on her fingers, a shadow of gloom passing over her face.
"My growth plates closed when I was seventeen. I’ll never get taller."
Le Xiaowei couldn’t hold back a laugh.
"Hey, it’s fine. 160 cm isn’t that short."
Yuan Qiaoqiao: "QAQ"
Why did Xiaowei-jiejie talk to her like she was a dog?
Did she have no dignity left?
With Yuan Qiaoqiao giving directions, Le Xiaowei soon reached the highway entrance. But to her surprise, a dozen cars were jammed there. Yuan Qiaoqiao hopped out to check before climbing back in.
"Sis, looks like a squad—probably with ability users. We should hurry and leave."
She buckled her seatbelt.
"Easy to leave?" Le Xiaowei frowned. The way the cars were piled up, getting through would be tough.
But taking the city roads meant risking zombie hordes. Not that she was scared, but if those zombies blocked the way, driving would be a nightmare.
"Whether it’s easy or not, we have to go." Yuan Qiaoqiao sounded worried.
"Worst case, we fight." Le Xiaowei stretched lazily, unfazed.
"Sis, you probably don’t follow the news much. Even before the apocalypse, there were research labs studying high-level zombies. They had elite ability-user squads. If those people find out about you..."
Yeah, Le Xiaowei could guess the rest.
She’d end up in a lab, sliced into specimens.
As they talked, a few men approached the car and knocked on the window.
Yuan Qiaoqiao’s face instantly paled, and she ducked her head, silent.
Le Xiaowei stroked her chin. Could these be the teammates who’d abandoned Yuan Qiaoqiao before?
She rolled down the window to see an average-looking young man outside.
"Hey, do you guys wanna joi—" He froze mid-sentence.
Damn, they were gorgeous.
Two girls, no less.
The guy was visibly surprised, muttering something to a slightly more handsome guy behind him before turning back.
"So, uh, do you have any ability users? We’re heading onto the highway, but it’s risky. Thought we could team up."
Le Xiaowei glanced at Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"Wanna go?"
"Huh?" Yuan Qiaoqiao hadn’t expected her opinion to matter.
"Um... you decide, Sis." Privately, she didn’t want to deal with humans.
The trauma of being abandoned last time was too fresh—zombies had chased her, nearly tearing her apart. If this zombie sister hadn’t suddenly regained her senses, she’d have been dead before she could even wave goodbye.
"Pass. We’re not joining." Le Xiaowei gave them an apologetic smile.
The group had barely left when four or five more men blocked the car door.
"Get out."
The leader slammed a rough hand against the window, making Yuan Qiaoqiao’s heart leap.
Was this guy insane?
Did he want to become Xiaowei-jiejie’s zombie minion? The kind that got their skulls cracked open?
"The hell do you want?" Le Xiaowei shot him a sidelong glare, her tone icy.
"Just two girls? Come with us. We’ll protect you."
The man eyed Le Xiaowei and Yuan Qiaoqiao—a pair of beauties. No way he was letting them slip away.
Le Xiaowei understood.
This guy wanted to add a few more names to the zombie registry right here at the highway entrance.
"I don’t have time for this. Scram."
There were too many people around, and Le Xiaowei wasn’t looking for trouble.
The man hadn’t expected her to be so bold. His buddies tensed.
"Wait, maybe we should go. Feels like she’s an ability user."
The man’s neck prickled under Le Xiaowei’s crimson gaze. Two girls making it this far from the city? They had to be strong.
At the very least, the older one looked like she could eat people alive.
Le Xiaowei pushed the car door open, and the men instinctively stepped back.
Wait—why were they scared of a woman?
"Even if you won’t come with us, you gotta pay the toll. See those cars at the entrance? They’re ours. Hand something over, or you’re not leaving."
The man mustered his courage and held out a hand.
Le Xiaowei ignored him, turning to the girl in the passenger seat instead.
"Grab your bag."
"Okay." Yuan Qiaoqiao hugged her backpack and hopped out.
The ground was filthy, splattered with what looked like blood. Yuan Qiaoqiao stood behind Le Xiaowei, lips pressed tight as she glared at the men.
"The highway isn’t yours," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" The man’s voice sharpened.
Yuan Qiaoqiao gripped Le Xiaowei’s hand, drawing courage.
"I said, why should we give you anything? We’re not asking you for stuff!"
Before the men could react, Le Xiaowei pulled a knife from Yuan Qiaoqiao’s bag and pressed it to the leader’s throat.
So fast!
The man barely blinked before cold steel kissed his skin. A chill of sweat broke over him.
This speed—even faster than his boss. No wonder she dared to travel with just one girl.
His buddies hastily pulled him back.
"Uh, sorry about that! He’s been cosplaying a robber since yesterday. Don’t mind him. We’ll just... go now."
The man forced a laugh and turned to leave—only for the woman in the pink tracksuit to blur into his path. A flicker of movement, so quick he thought his eyes were playing tricks.
What the hell?
Even walking was this fast?
"Funny, I used to have a hobby too—cosplaying a robber." Le Xiaowei’s lips curled up.
The men: "..."
"Don’t push it!" Their faces darkened.
A few minutes later, the men—now bruised and battered—led Le Xiaowei to their boss.
"Boss, we got... uh, let’s just give them today’s food."
Their hearts ached, but between hunger and another beating, they knew which was worse.
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