Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 1216 - 85: Scheming Tang

Chapter 1216: Chapter 85: Scheming Tang

Rong He had made every effort to protect Tang Zheng’s interests, which was actually for his own sake as well. Given Tang Zheng’s overly kind personality, if any of his classmates were injured, they would certainly get a sip of the potion. At a critical moment, that could mean the difference between life and death.

Don’t believe in the effectiveness of the recovery potion? Zhao Dongtao, standing right beside them, was a living example. It had been less than thirty seconds since he drank it, and his wound had already stopped bleeding and started to scab over, unbelievably fast.

"Dong Zixuan, aren’t you making it sound too trivial? This isn’t some cheap amoxicillin; this is a lifesaving potion that Tang Zheng obtained through the sacrifice of his own body organs. Just a sip? This is something you can’t buy even if you have the money!" Xiu Yingjie immediately spoke up, showing off on behalf of Tang Zheng’s interests. He, too, had his selfish reasons, as such a precious potion must be used sparingly.

"I didn’t say I wanted it for free; I would go and exchange for it, then give it back to you." Dong Zixuan frowned and retorted, her sense of justice as a policewoman kicking in. Although she wasn’t close to Ding Jian, he was still a colleague, and she couldn’t just watch him die.

"Trade? Let’s not talk about whether you’ve got the guts to gamble; just your luck alone is failing. The vending machine only works twice. Otherwise, do you think we wouldn’t want to secure more potions for ourselves?" Rong He boasted loudly and arrogantly, having gambled some of his organs, which made him feel entitled to say so.

The others didn’t interject, but their disapproval was obvious. There was nothing they could do, Ding Jian’s negligence was there for all to see. Even if he was saved, would he not still be a guy who only cared about saving his own skin? Even Kong Licheng and the traffic police were scornful of him.

That’s how realistic team interests were. If you didn’t contribute, you didn’t get the benefits, especially when these benefits were obtained by the group leader himself.

"Zixuan, Tang Zheng is blind in both eyes..." Song Xin didn’t finish her sentence, but the meaning was clear enough, "Just look at the wounds on his body; he hasn’t even allowed himself a few extra sips."

Everyone’s gaze fell on Tang Zheng, indeed, his wounds were healing slowly, having only stopped bleeding without scabbing over yet. There was no helping it, the injuries were severe, but in order to save some potion, he didn’t drink enough.

"I really envy Zhao Dongtao!" Almost instantly, this thought burst into the minds of most of the newbies, envious of Tang Zheng’s generous act of administering the potion to Zhao Dongtao, wishing they could become his classmate. Having such a friend was worth a lifetime, even just one.

Zhao Dongtao’s eyes were red, he didn’t speak, but his gratitude was evident without words.

Dong Zixuan looked at Tang Zheng, who was bandaging himself. He was blind in his left eye, his face smeared with dried blood that stretched down to his jaw, covered in black soot, and despite his expression of calm, he looked steadfast and reliable, his body covered in blood-stained bandages around his thigh and waist...

"I can give it to you!" Tang Zheng glanced at Dong Zixuan indifferently, a smile forming at the corner of his mouth, "But just to be clear, this is for your sake that I am giving it to him."

Tang Zheng had already seen hesitation and unease in Dong Zixuan’s eyes. This was a huge favor, and as a policewoman who obviously preferred to be strong and independent, not owing anyone anything, that’s why he said it that way. He intentionally wanted the policewoman to feel guilty and unsettled, which would delay the decision.

Dong Zixuan indeed hesitated. She had seen Ding Jian’s behavior too. Was saving such a person really worth it? But could she really just watch him die?

"Zixuan, I know your father. Are you really going to watch me die?" Seeing a chance for change, Ding Jian wept bitterly, putting on a remorseful face, playing the sympathy card, acting pitiful.

"Have you no shame?" Rong He burst out cursing, and some of the newbies, either unable to stand it or with their own agendas, denounced Ding Jian.

Tang Zheng remained expressionless, but he inwardly sneered. This old guy still hadn’t figured out Dong Zixuan’s character. If he had been resolute, shown magnanimity, and faced death unflinchingly, then Dong Zixuan might have believed him. But he cried instead, which undoubtedly made the policewoman much less sympathetic toward him.

Ding Jian had a decent grasp of the policewoman’s psychology. She was the type who would help others in a predicament nine times out of ten, but this old fool forgot that this wasn’t reality; this was Trojan World, where death could occur at any moment, creating many variables. What was needed most was strong group members. Moreover, at the very least, with the policewoman’s intelligence, she would realize that the road ahead would be harder, and she would have to decide whether to give the only potion to such an underperforming bastard or to keep it to save other useful people.

Of course, if the policewoman didn’t think of that, others would certainly hint at it. Tang Zheng wasn’t worried at all, even too lazy to interject. In such a situation, everyone would look out for themselves, finding all sorts of righteous excuses to stop Dong Zixuan’s action.

Sure enough, the quickest to intervene was the traffic police, Kong Licheng. Because of the death of Tong Dahong, he had become much more cautious. He felt that Tang Zheng would give him the potion, so he argued vehemently, completely disregarding any semblance of collegial camaraderie.

"Save me, please. I will definitely reform, and from now on, I will contribute for sure." Those around him watched with indifferent gazes, some even mixed with undisguised disgust, wishing he would just die, which nearly drove Ding Jian to despair. He finally regretted not working harder before; the consequences of his previous actions were now erupting, and other newbies began to reconsider their own behavior, witnessing death firsthand being the most powerful example.

"Come on? With such severe injuries, even if you recover, you won’t be able to fight, right?" Rong He relentlessly struck him down.

Dong Zixuan disliked weak men, this pathetic begging irritated her greatly, but she felt somewhat sympathetic, hence she wavered. Each time she thought about asking Tang Zheng, and then seeing his body covered in scars, thinking about the organs he was missing, those words would just get stuck in her throat, unable to be voiced.

"Dong Zixuan, these potions are reserved for the brave fighters among the group members, I know you are a good person, and if you had asked, I would never have refused," Tang Zheng said as he opened the weapon gift pack and handed the Howling Reaper to the policewoman, while casually explaining its specifications.

Kong Licheng and the traffic police were immediately moved. The policewoman, looking at the gun which was entirely black and emanating a killing aura, was also slightly dumbfounded. Having such weapons absolutely increased the chance of survival.

"Tao Ran, give Zixuan some bullets." Nobody noticed that Tang Zheng had smoothly changed the subject, and Dong Zixuan also did not realize that she had fallen into Tang Zheng’s trap.

Tang Zheng had been emphasizing that because of the policewoman, he would treat Ding Jian. This made the policewoman feel pressured and hesitant but also proud, as this was recognition. After all, even Kong Licheng had not received such praise from Tang Zheng. With the policewoman’s competitive nature, it was impossible for her not to feel a smug sense of superiority internally. Of course, this was also due to Tang Zheng’s numerous powerful displays, which had won him his position. If it were Kong Licheng speaking so, Dong Zixuan would definitely not pay him any attention, perhaps spitting in his face and saying, "Who are you?"

Ding Jian was no longer screaming. Tang Zheng, with an expressionless face, heaved a sigh of relief inside. He was actually playing more than just this psychological tactic. He had recognized the location of Ding Jian’s gunshot wound at a glance, and could estimate the approximate amount of blood lost; in reality, whether the policewoman agreed or not did not matter, he would have used various methods to delay until Ding Jian bled to death.

"Tang Zheng, I..." Dong Zixuan had just received the bullets and hand grenade handed to her by Tao Ran, and she knew how these were obtained. Hesitating and unsure of what to say, Tang Zheng waved his hand to interrupt her, "First, see how Ding Jian is doing? Even if there are no potions, at least get him bandaged up."

Tang Zheng could not let the policewoman finish her sentence, as this was giving her a way out, as for Ding Jian, he should be dead.

Everyone deliberately forgot about Ding Jian, and Dong Zixuan’s attention was also diverted; after all, anyone seeing such weapons would be amazed. When they looked toward Ding Jian again, they saw him leaning against the chair, pupils dilated, already losing focus.

"He’s dead!" Rong He walked over to Ding Jian and checked his breathing.

"Everyone has their fate, without effort, one definitely can’t survive." Tang Zheng changed the subject again, he had actually heard a while ago that Ding Jian’s breathing had stopped. The guy was seriously injured to begin with, plus all the excitement, a definitely unstable heart rate, the blood loss was faster, not dying would have been strange.

"Could you give me one? I think I deserve to possess one." Kong Licheng, seeing Tang Zheng distributing firearms and after hearing Rong He’s boast, couldn’t sit still any longer. Having a good gun would definitely increase his chances of survival significantly.

"No more, do you think these are cabbages? Firearms and bullets, all these were exchanged with organs," Rong He patted the ammunition gift pack, not forgetting to claim credit.

"No more firearms, but I can share some bullets with you. This ammunition isn’t ordinary stuff, even against a Tyrant, it could kill," Tang Zheng, of course, wouldn’t just give them to anyone carelessly, only those with strong combat capabilities had any. "The more zombies you kill, the better you perform, the more points you earn, and all these can be used to purchase equipment. I believe there will definitely be more vending machines we can use later."

Tang Zheng instilled his philosophy in the newbies, encouraging them to fight.

Boss Wu got what he deserved, from beginning to end, no one even glanced at him, he died.

"Familiarize yourselves with the firearms quickly," Tang Zheng said, finishing the bandaging and standing up, looking towards the fleeing Chevrolet ahead.

The driver was Huang Long; he had driven big trucks before, and Tang Zheng had used him as a backup driver, so driving the Greyhound bus was fairly routine, he wasn’t left behind.

"Something’s not right, their speed seems a bit slow," Tang Zheng estimated the time, his expression growing serious, "Huang Long, slow down the bus."

"Ah, doesn’t that mean we won’t catch up?" Liu Binshi didn’t understand Tang Zheng’s intent, his colleagues had died the most, only one was left, so he wanted to finish this damned mission quickly and go home."

"Do as I say, I suspect it’s a trap." Tang Zheng turned on the walkie-talkie; indeed, there was no sound coming from it. If the other party hadn’t changed the frequency, then he definitely wouldn’t pursue.

Huang Long promptly eased off the accelerator, and the bus suddenly slowed down.

"Group Leader, they’ve slowed down," the driver, Lipstick Girl, reported immediately after observing the bus’s action through the rear-view mirror.

"Hmph, just as I expected, nothing simple about the Group Leader, forget them, speed up and escape." Curl-tongue Captain had anticipated such development; he was betting that the other party couldn’t let go of Eve. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for a recommendation ticket or a monthly ticket at Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)