I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 788 - 193: Yes, This is the Charm of Communication_5

Chapter 788: Chapter 193: Yes, This is the Charm of Communication_5

"Dad, are you keeping this satellite phone as a means of securing a way out?" Duan Yi asked.

Duan Chenghu looked at his daughter, "You’ve noticed?"

"Yeah, I’ve noticed."

Duan Yi nodded, recalling how, even during peacetime, her father always had political aspirations. However, he never quite reached his ambitions; even after joining an organization, he was only involved in trivial skirmishes. The majority of higher positions were occupied by local business tycoons.

Who would care about a martial arts school principal?

But now that the apocalypse had arrived, she knew her father was thinking about building his own force.

As Duan Chenghu held the satellite phone in his hands, his expression wavered, uncertain at first. But then he made up his mind, lifted the phone, and saw the number inside.

Dial!

Duan Yi exchanged glances with Chen Wu, clearly not expecting that he actually would make the call.

Very quickly.

The phone connected.

"Hello, this is Lin Fan."

...

In Huang City.

Lin Fan, who received the satellite phone call, was very excited. Since he started distributing satellite phones, he finally received another call, which meant his previous efforts hadn’t been in vain.

As the conversation began.

"Red Sun Martial Arts School?"

Lin Fan was quite surprised, feeling that there was something odd about the way the other side spoke.

But as they continued to communicate, he began to understand their intention.

The other party wanted to grow on their own, not to come to Sunshine Shelter. This was not new for Lin Fan; past places like Lucky Number, Bank Shelter, Xiangshan, and so on,

were all similar to this party.

He asked for their location, not with any ulterior motive, but just to meet them briefly, to say hello. He also heard the name ’Sun Neng,’ a survivor.

He had already heard about Sun Neng before and was surprised to hear someone mention him again.

He was eager to meet Sun Neng, feeling that he was a decent person who had been actively promoting the Huang City Sunshine Shelter.

He truly wanted to meet and thank him for his actions.

After finding out their location.

He hung up the phone.

Taking out a map, he searched for their location. Seeing how far it was, he couldn’t help but show a shocked expression.

Such a great distance.

But with the current rate of travel, it would only take a few minutes to arrive.

At Red Sun Martial Arts School.

Duan Chenghu muttered to himself, his expression astonished, "He actually said he would arrive soon and asked me to wait here?"

"Dad, what did you say?" Duan Yi asked, puzzled.

"He said he’s coming from Huang City to meet us and asked me to wait here,"

Duan Yi: ...?

Chen Wu: ...?

"Principal, are you sure he’s not insane?" Chen Wu couldn’t help but ask.

Under normal circumstances, Duan Chenghu certainly would have chastised Chen Wu for such a remark, but he, too, felt it wasn’t something that should be said casually.

Anyone with a shred of sense would know that it seemed impossible.

The distance from Huang City to Red Sun Martial Arts School was no joke; even by plane, it would take a long time.

At that moment, he began to doubt whether his recent decision was right or wrong.

"Sigh."

Duan Chenghu sighed.

But just then.

Knock knock knock!

A rhythmic knocking sound came.

Swipe!

Swipe!

Swipe!

Hearing the knocking, Duan Chenghu and the others were clearly taken aback.

"The zombies are randomly banging on the door," Chen Wu said.

Duan Yi nodded in agreement, figuring it must be zombies knocking.

They paid no attention to it.

Instead, they were still thinking about the recent events.

Knock knock knock!

The knocking sound came again.

Lin Fan, standing at the door, looked at the iron door in front of him. He had hurried over, moving so fast that it scared him. Upon arriving, he still thought it polite to knock.

The main concern was courtesy.

He could have easily jumped inside, but given the apocalyptic times, everyone was highly sensitive, and seeing a stranger jumping in would definitely startle them. To avoid unnecessary incidents, he felt it was necessary to knock.

But after waiting a little while,

nobody opened the door.

"Excuse me, is anyone there?" he asked.

The people inside, including Duan Chenghu, were shocked. It was not the noise of zombies but a human voice. However, this made them more alert, aware that current survivors weren’t likely to be amicable.

Seemingly harmless individuals could very well harbor lethal intentions.

He knew the students of his martial arts school like the back of his hand and trusted them completely, but he had to be fully vigilant around strangers.

Just as they prepared to go forward and talk.

Another voice came through.

"I’m Lin Fan, just came from Huang City. Please open the door," Lin Fan said.

Boom!

For Duan Chenghu and the others, these words thundered like lightning in their brains.

They looked at each other, their eyes flickering with disbelief.

Lin Fan?

Huang City?

Duan Chenghu looked down at his watch, noting that only a few minutes had passed since he made the call.

"Principal, is this some kind of trick?" Chen Wu moved his throat nervously, speaking with a chill.

The phone call was witnessed only by the three of them.

No one else was around.

And now there was someone outside claiming to be Lin Fan, which was too quick to make sense, even by unconventional standards.

Duan Chenghu was silent as he walked towards the door, opening the small window on it to see who was playing tricks.

As he opened the small window,

that face appeared before him.

Lin Fan smiled and waved as he greeted,

"Hello."

Duan Chenghu, always composed, found his eyes widening in shock at the sight of the face, as if seeing a ghost.

His mind flashed back to a familiar face he had seen before.

Comparing them.

It seemed there was no mistake.

It was the same face he recognized.

"You... are you Lin Fan?"

"Yes, I’m Lin Fan. Please open the door," he said politely.

The warm voice certainly reached Duan Chenghu’s heart.

This was the charm of communication.