Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 526 - 5 Bus Robbery

Chapter 526: Chapter 5 Bus Robbery

Among the newbies, none of the men had chosen protective clothing. Although the areas where their flesh was rotting varied, each of them was affected. The man with the baseball cap was the worst, with rotting flesh about the size of two palms around his thigh.

"How much for the potion? I’ll buy it." The cap-wearing man gripped his AK74 rifle, ready to use force if necessary. He didn’t want to die here.

His girlfriend, dressed in jeans, retreated a step, repulsed by the stench of rotting flesh, distancing herself from him.

"Stinky bitch, you despise me now, don’t you?" The cap-wearing man quickly strode over, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back, forcing her to look up. Then he slapped her around ten times, back and forth. The provocative woman cried out but didn’t dare to fight back. Her cheeks swelled up like apples.

"Enough, who are you showing off for?" Tang Zheng glared at the cap-wearing man, stopping his violence. He then took out a straight knife and began to scrape off the rotten flesh from his waist.

The mature and wealthy lady watched with eyes wide open, her red lips pursed into an ’O’ shape. "He isn’t a self-torturer, is he?" The female host also covered her mouth, unable to hide her astonishment.

"The flesh has completely rotted. There’s no feeling, but it hasn’t spread." Tang Zheng put away the knife, took a sip of the potion, and inspected the wound. The rotting chunks of flesh didn’t regenerate but had scarred over. As immense pain followed, he scrubbed off the flakes of skin, revealing the fresh and delicate flesh underneath.

"I didn’t buy enough potion." After taking a breath, Tang Zheng put away the potion, glanced at the newbies and said, "You won’t die for now, as long as you behave. I’ll give him the curse-removal potion in three days."

The cursed newbies wanted to argue, but recalling the university student Chen Jiarong who had been beaten, they obediently shut their mouths.

"Can’t we just sit here? I haven’t eaten yet." It was a humid and hot midsummer night. A bold night wind roamed freely in the streets, coupled with biting mosquitoes, which made people quite uncomfortable. After the lingerie woman killed a long-legged mosquito on her buttocks, she complained discontentedly.

This amused Zhao Guangji who was salivating at the sight of her, swallowing hard.

The newcomers divided themselves into six groups: the baseball cap man and his girlfriend were one group, the old archaeologist with his four students were another, Jia Honglang and his wife along with the lingerie woman formed a group, the peddler, the truck driver, the breeder, and the drunk man formed yet another. The cleaning lady was by herself, and the rest clung to Ruan Feifei, with Jia Honglang trying to join the host’s group.

"So you’re just leaving them alone? You’re not thinking of letting them fend for themselves, are you?" Only Qin Yan would suggest such a thing, as others didn’t care about their life and death. At this time, everyone had changed locations and were resting on the lounge chairs placed next to the square.

"It’s too much trouble. It’s enough if they somewhat behave." Tang Zheng was quite disappointed in this batch of newbies. Other than the female host and the actress who appeared to be thinking, others were either sitting stupidly or complaining. Only Zhao Guangji and the truck driver were familiarizing themselves with the firearms, while the peddler was muttering about how he had failed to sell all his vegetables for the day.

Of course, there were some people who were good at concealing their potential, and Tang Zheng couldn’t tell for the moment. For example, the mature and wealthy lady would occasionally sneak glances at him, which was quite intriguing.

"I have here a commemorative edition Rolex gold watch. Miss Ruan, could you find a few people to go and buy some food?" Jia Honglang was trying to win people over with his generosity, attracting attention. He then turned to Tang Zheng, "Is that alright?"

Jia Honglang had lowered his pride. Even a fool could see that this group was led by Tang Zheng. Not to mention, Tang Zheng had the potion.

"What if someone claims that your gold watch is fake?" Pang Meiqin didn’t like such brash and crude characters. In reality, such people would barely give her a second glance, at most considering her as a fun plaything in bed. Just a look at his mistress who looked a bit inferior to her, and it was clear. So seizing the opportunity, the long-legged stewardess scolded him fiercely, reveling in the sense of superiority.

Jia Honglang’s face stiffened, but he maintained composure and didn’t say anything. After laughing a bit, he fell silent.

"Let’s have canned food." Tang Zheng handed out some canned food. The peddler and the breeder weren’t shy either and thanked him before digging in.

The drunk bum had sobered up, but was squatting under a street lamp, with a miserable expression, smoking a cigarette, occasionally muttering ’wife’. Anyone could tell that he was a loser in life.

"Ha, his wife must have been ridden by someone else, look at how distraught he is." The cap-wearing man needed to vent out his frustration, so he chose to laugh at this failure of a man. Unsurprisingly, his words provoked the bum, who glared back at him with bloodshot eyes, bristling with anger.

"What’s the matter? You going to bite me?" The cap-wearing man was naturally cocky and the powerless countenance of the bum only fuelled his audacity further.

Seeing the man squat back down, clutching his head, burying himself deep between his legs, sobbing silently, the group couldn’t help but feel terrible. How much of a blow must a man receive to be reduced to such an abject state?

Hearing a man cry had an indescribable effect.

"Tsk, coward, loser." The cap-wearing man felt a sense of satisfaction watching others’ misfortunes. He laughed heartily, his mind at ease.

The reporter’s occupational habit kicked in. He approached with the recorder, acting like he was keeping the man company, but intent on digging out his story.

The sight of a group of people sitting eating canned food made for an odd street scene. Some passersby in England glanced at them. If it weren’t for their cosplay-like apparel, they would probably have called the police.

"Dantai, come with me to take care of some business, everyone else stay put." Tang Zheng tossed the empty can away. It flew sixty meters and landed accurately in the trash can.

"I’ll go too." Lu Fan volunteered out of boredom. The newbies, however, were not going, it was too dangerous.

"Take a nap." Tang Zheng patted the little lolita’s head, put away his rifle, and walked towards Long Street. Dantai, munching chocolate, followed him.

"He’s definitely going to pick up a street prostitute. It’s not easy to come to a foreign country, so he must get his money’s worth. How envious! I also want to taste the flavor of foreign girls." The square was occasionally crossed by scantily clad foreign women with large busts and buttocks. The breeder drooled as he covertly took pictures with his mobile phone.

"Behave yourself, do you think they are within your league?" The truck driver with a big beard slurped canned food, also casting lustful glances around.

"Tsk, I’m not afraid of not finding girls as long as I have British pounds. If it annoys me, I’ll rob a bank." The breeder bragged while touching his AK74, quickly striking up a conversation with the truck driver.

"Is he trying to find a vehicle?" Dantai guessed Tang Zheng’s intention. Moreover, with their skills so high and their courage so bold, they weren’t afraid of monsters coming after them. "A medium-sized bus is not bad, but if it’s stolen, the owner might report it to the police."

"I brought paint. I’ll change the license plate. If the traffic police intercept us, the Memory Eraser is waiting for them." Tang Zheng and Dantai both had tall and sturdy figures, exuding the mysterious and restrained aura of Eastern men, which made them quite noticeable. Adding their confidence and calmness, they were obviously wealthy and successful men. Two street prostitutes waiting for clients at the traffic lights came over, familiarly offering their services.

"Gentlemen, do you need service?" The prostitutes wore very little. They wore ultra-short shorts, wrapped in silk stockings, stepped on crystal high-heels, and were quite tempting.

Seeing Tang Zheng wave to decline, the prostitutes didn’t give up but clung to him. One grabbed his arm, and Dantai was treated the same way.

Prostitutes, who were experts at squeezing wallet dry, wouldn’t give up on foreign tourists who were strangers in a strange place.

"Sorry, I have no money." Tang Zheng turned his pockets inside out, completely empty. The two women paused and then looked at Dantai. This fellow shrugged helplessly. The prostitutes cursed with a few "FU&CK"s and left dejectedly.

"I like this ’drawing the firewood from under the pot’ trick." Dantai gave a thumbs up and then waited at the bus stop and boarded a red double-decker bus.

In the UK, bus drivers also sell tickets. However, few people buy tickets on the spot because locals buy different types of bus tickets according to their needs. Tang Zheng and Dantai pretended to take money out while observing the carriage.

"No money?" The driver, relying on his many years of experience, had discerned the intentions of these two men. "This is not a robbery, is it?"

At night, there were few people on the bus, only a couple and a sleeping man. Dantai walked up to the sleeping man, grabbed his collar, threw him out of the window, and conveniently took his wallet.

"Another broke guy." Dantai counted the notes and ignored the man’s yelling. He smiled at the couple, "Do you want to get out on your own, or shall I assist you?"

The carriage was quiet now. The driver didn’t dare to talk nonsense. An M1911A1 gun was pointed at his waist.

"Drive like usual. Also, tell me today’s date?" Tang Zheng’s voice was cold. Then he sat down in the front seat, "Dantai, this is the second time I’ve hijacked a bus. It feels good."

"Today is July 6, 2081." The driver looked at Tang Zheng through the rearview mirror and advised, "There’s no money here. You can’t rob anything. And I promise not to tell the police."

The driver was a devout Christian. He began to recite passages from the Bible, hoping to reform these two wicked sheep.

"Stop the bus and look here." The driver stopped the bus at the side of the road and looked at Tang Zheng, his vision blurred, and forgot everything that happened that happened within the last two hours. Then, he was struck in the neck and fainted.

Dantai tied him up, covered his mouth with duct tape and threw him onto the back seat. He then began to repaint the bus. In a few minutes, it became a low-profile gray bus.

"Didn’t expect my skills to be pretty good." Dantai admired his masterpiece, very satisfied. He asked, "What do you think of me spraying a painting of a ball scene on the street of Moulin Rouge on it? Of course, it has to be completely &nude."

"If you want to go to prison, why not streak in front of Buckingham Palace? You might even scare the princess!" Tang Zheng finished working and was about to get on the bus when he saw several black shadows running past at a very fast speed.

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