Highway Survival: My Wuling Hongguang was crammed full of school beauties

Chapter 21 Robbery of Cao Shuang?

She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, spitting as she spoke, her finger almost poking the bald, burly man's nose. The surrounding noise subsided somewhat because of this farce, and many people cast curious or gloating glances.

The bald, burly man's face darkened completely, and a fierce glint appeared in his eyes.

Having struggled to survive in the apocalypse for days, his hands were already stained with blood. What he hated most were these idiots who couldn't understand the situation and still clung to the moral blackmail of "respecting the elderly" from peacetime.

"Complaint? Boss?" The bald, burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his smile menacing. "Old woman, are you still asleep?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his large, fan-like hand and slapped Old Lady Li's incessantly chattering face with lightning speed!

“Pah!”

The crisp, loud slap was still clearly audible amidst the noisy background.

Old Mrs. Li's head was jerked to one side by the blow, and a clear five-finger red mark instantly appeared on her face. Her hair was disheveled, and her reading glasses flew off.

She was completely stunned, covering her burning cheek, her eyes wide as she stared at the fierce-looking bald, burly man in front of her, as if she couldn't believe that he would actually dare to hit her.

A brief silence.

"ah!!!"

The next second, Old Lady Li burst into a pig-like scream, no longer the affected crying she had done before, but a genuine howl filled with pain, fear, and extreme humiliation.

"Someone's being assaulted! Murder! A scoundrel is beating an old woman! Son! Son! He's hitting your mother! Come quick!"

"Mom!" The door of the modified car was suddenly pushed open, and the blond-haired son finally rushed out, his face pale. Looking at the handprint on his mother's face, he was both shocked and angry. He pointed at the bald, burly man, his voice distorted with excitement and fear:

"You! You dare hit my mom?! I'll fight you to the death!"

He shouted "I'll fight!" but his feet seemed rooted to the spot. Instead of moving forward, he instinctively shrank back towards the car door, brandishing his fists with a show of bravado, but everyone could see that his legs were trembling.

The bald, burly man and several members of the "freight gang" around him watched the mother and child as if they were watching a monkey show, making no attempt to hide their laughter.

"Compete? Come on, I'm standing right here, come and try to compete!"

The bald, burly man chuckled, cracking his knuckles.

The blond-haired boy, glared at by his father's menacing eyes, immediately cowered. His clenched fist froze in mid-air, his face turning red. Finally, he stomped his foot, turned around, and rushed to the side of the still wailing Old Lady Li, hugging her and wailing along with her, shouting between sobs:

"Mom! Mom, are you alright? These bastards! They're not human! Let's go, we're not staying here!"

The farce came and went quickly, ending with the elderly woman and her son completely admitting defeat, sheepishly starting the car and reversing, trying to squeeze back into the chaotic convoy behind them.

They dared not mention cutting in line again, let alone "complaining" or "leaders." The slap in the face of the apocalypse was more sobering than any logic.

"Look damn clearly!"

The bald, burly man, the same scarred-face henchman Chen Hai had encountered before, raised his voice and roared at all the cars lined up around him, his voice filled with undeniable ruthlessness.

"These are the rules! If you want fuel, trade it for supplies! One person's worth of supplies for one day, fill a truck! No money? No supplies? Then get lost! Or..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the still-wet dark red bloodstains on the ground, remnants of the earlier conflict, then pointed to the neglected corpses in the shadows in the distance, and said in a chilling tone:

"...Just like them, stay here and feed the rats!"

"The gray fog is less than 150 kilometers away!"

Scarface also walked over and stood next to the bald, burly man. The scars on his face looked even more menacing in the dim light, and his voice, though hoarse, carried far.

"At most, I can only safely refuel in five hours! After five hours, the threat from the gray fog front will arrive, and I can't guarantee whether this gas station will still be safe then!"

His gaze, like a venomous snake, swept across the faces that were filled with terror, anger, or numbness.

"So, hurry up! First come, first served, follow the rules! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! For those who want to refuel later, the supplies... will be doubled!"

The words "double" struck everyone like a hammer blow. A stir rose in the crowd, complaints arose, yet no one dared to actually stand up and protest.

The fates of those who resisted before are still vivid in our minds: broken legs, coughing up blood, being left to die on the roadside... Under the apocalypse, order has collapsed, and human life is as worthless as grass.

Fists and swords are the only truth.

Amidst a heavy silence and sporadic cries of despair, the cheering crowd began to "wriggle" at an even faster pace.

People scrambled to take out their last remaining food, water, medicine, and even anything of value they had, just to get fuel as quickly as possible and escape this increasingly dangerous area.

Soon, it was Cao Shuang's turn.

The Wuling Hongguang slowly came to a stop at the spot designated by the scarred man.

Scarface, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, squinted at the unremarkable, drab bread truck that had an impressive front bumper, and peered through the dirty windows.

He caught a glimpse of Chu Yao's beautiful profile in the passenger seat, and his eyes lit up instantly, a lewd glint in them.

He walked up and knocked on Cao Shuang's car window.

Cao Shuang rolled down the car window expressionlessly.

"You know the rules, right?" The scarred man exhaled a smoke ring, blowing it directly into Cao Shuang's face, his tone condescending and arrogant.

"One person's worth of supplies, enough for one day. Your vehicle isn't very big, but we still have to follow the rules. Hand it over."

Cao Shuang didn't move, but just looked at him calmly.

Scarface frowned, somewhat impatiently: "Are you deaf? Supplies! Food! Water! Anything is fine! Hurry up, don't delay the rest!"

His gaze couldn't help but drift towards the passenger seat again. Chu Yao felt that nauseating gaze and shrank back in fright, tightly gripping Cao Shuang's arm.

Scarface's eyes gleamed with even greater lust. He licked his dry lips, then suddenly changed his mind, grinning wickedly, "Oh, right, I almost forgot. There are two people in your car, right? Two people, that's two portions! And..."

He paused deliberately, leaning forward almost to stick his head through the car window, greedily inhaling the relatively fresh air inside the car, mainly the faint fragrance emanating from Chu Yao. Then, staring at Cao Shuang, he spoke in a voice only the three of them could hear, carrying a blatant threat and implication:

"I see your girlfriend is really pretty. In this apocalypse, having such a beautiful girl around is quite conspicuous and dangerous. How about this, I'm a kind-hearted brother, I'll help you share the risk."

"Give up your woman and have some fun with us brothers, and I'll fill up your car with gas for free, how about that? Or... you can give us five, no, ten portions of supplies as 'service fees' and 'protection money' for us brothers."

He felt he had Cao Shuang completely under his control. What kind of ability could someone driving a beat-up Wuling van possibly have? That mother and son from before were the best example.

This pretty boy with such a stunner is like a child carrying gold through a bustling market; if we don't rob him, who will we rob?