Chapter Sixty-Six: A Fine Show

"We're back!" The bright, clear voice interrupted Qin Yu's reverie, bringing warmth to the somewhat chilly room.

Qin Yu rose and walked into the living room, just in time to see Zhao Mo pulling Xia Cheng toward the kitchen, exclaiming, "I'm starving! I have to eat something!"

Xia Cheng followed her in, gazing at Zhao Mo with affectionate indulgence.

"Boss Qin! I've discovered Xia Cheng is getting more and more amazing! My injury? He just waved his ability and it was healed! Absolutely incredible!" Wang Bing praised Qin Yu as soon as he entered.

Qin Yu smiled and replied, "People are supposed to get stronger, aren't they?"

Wang Bing scratched his head, embarrassed. "I guess that's true! Haha, Boss Qin, you're so clever!"

"Pfft, Brother Wang, you haven't been around for a few days, and your words are getting sweeter," Qin Yu teased.

Wang Bing laughed, saying nothing more, while the others busied themselves with their things. Qin Yu glanced at the already cramped house filled with people and wondered if she should gather everyone in that villa instead.

Just as Qin Yu was about to discuss this with the group, someone suddenly rushed in from outside and said, "Boss Qin, everyone! Quick! Head to the Task Hall! There's something worth watching!"

Qin Yu asked, "What are we watching?"

The person replied, "It’s the Falcon Squad members going against their captain. Seems to be over some reward dispute."

Hearing this, a shadow flickered in Qin Yu’s eyes. She said, "Go gather everyone and spread the news that Feng Mei’er is dead."

The person hurried off at her command.

Qin Yu walked into the kitchen, where Zhao Mo was devouring food, and said, "Mo, stop eating. We're going to watch a show!"

Zhao Mo, cheeks stuffed, mumbled, "What kind of show?"

Qin Yu answered with a hint of mystery, "You'll know when we get there."

With that, she stepped out, leaving Zhao Mo still swallowing food and Xia Cheng helplessly looking on.

After leaving the kitchen, Qin Yu went to the bedroom and found Little Honghong licking a sparkling stone. Qin Yu picked it up and said, "We're heading out soon. Do you want to come with us?"

Little Honghong trembled, as if recalling something unpleasant, and shook its head repeatedly. "No, no! You go, Xiaoyu, I’ll stay here! Bring me back a shiny stone!"

Qin Yu, seeing Little Honghong’s reaction, guessed it must have been frightened by that eerie little girl. She mused perversely, could it develop social anxiety like this?

Little Honghong, engrossed in licking its stone, shivered inexplicably.

Qin Yu put Little Honghong down, watched it continue licking the stone without even raising its head, smiled helplessly, and left the bedroom.

She took Xia Cheng and Zhao Mo to the Task Hall, only to find it crowded. They could only stay on the outskirts, which meant they had no idea what was happening inside.

As the three fretted, Zhao Mo’s eyes darted and she shouted loudly, "Zombies are coming!" Instantly, the people on the perimeter panicked, turning toward the source of the voice. But Zhao Mo had already pulled Qin Yu and Xia Cheng through the crowd and slipped inside.

Within the Task Hall, Qian Ying and several Falcon Squad members stared at each other. Qian Ying held a glass vial containing a translucent, beautiful green liquid.

Qin Yu’s pupils contracted at the sight, memories flooding her mind. She recognized it as an antidote! Judging by the color, it should cure low-level zombie toxin. Even so, such an antidote was exceptionally precious at this time.

For ordinary people, the chances of surviving a zombie bite to become a superhuman were less than a fraction of a percent. But with this antidote, survival chances soared to ninety percent. Though not guaranteed to become a superhuman, theoretically, the odds were much higher than without it.

Moreover, even superhumans couldn’t claim immunity to zombie toxins. With this antidote, it was like having a second life. What, after all, is more important than living?

In the hall, Qian Ying looked at the others—once brothers, now forced to face each other this way. He suppressed his sorrow and said, "I can't give this to you. I'm the captain. I have the right to allocate it."

Fan Fan sneered coldly. "The right to allocate? Captain Qian, you speak with such confidence. Did you ever consider that we risked our lives for this reward, and you think a simple claim of authority is enough to dismiss us?"

Qian Ying frowned. "What's wrong with that? I’m not going to hoard it. When we get back, I’ll distribute it according to everyone’s contributions."

"Ha! Captain Qian, that’s a joke. Distribute it by merit? If we hadn’t been clever enough to come here and check the reward—and happened to catch you leaving with it—you’d have made up some excuse to cheat us. Tell me, Captain Qian, am I wrong?"

Qian Ying’s face flushed, the shame of his exposed lie evident. He shouted, "Impossible! I’m not that kind of person!"

"Not that kind of person? Hmph, you haven’t kept the squad rewards for yourself before? You really think we know nothing? Everything you’ve done, we remember well," Fan Fan said with a cold smile.

Qian Ying glared at him viciously. "Those things were mine to begin with. Why accuse me of hoarding? Isn’t it right for the captain to take more?"

"If you’d earned the captain’s seat based on skill, we’d accept it. But you and I both know how you got it. Besides, every time we go on a mission, you contribute the least. Even Feng Mei’er worked harder than you," Fan Fan continued.

Qian Ying’s face turned pale at the mention of Feng Mei’er. He forced bravado. "I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now, step aside! I’m leaving!"

The Falcon Squad members exchanged glances, unspoken understanding passing between them. Zhang Yang stepped forward and asked, "Captain Qian, why isn’t Feng Mei’er here? She usually follows you everywhere."

Qian Ying ignored him, attempting to leave the Task Hall, only to be blocked by someone. He stared at the person barring his way, a barely perceptible fear flickering in his eyes. This person, this person was...