Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 352 - 350: Fighting Over a Woman (Part 6)

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Their eyes met, and Hu Xiaodong and Wei Dazhuang stood face to face, emanating an aura so intense that it sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers, even without a word exchanged.

Both clenched their fists, while the steel pipe in Hu Xiaodong’s right hand reflected a dazzling cold light.

Lin Junfu was somewhat dazed, and unlike others’ shock and anticipation, at this moment, he felt more confused and at a loss.

Once brothers who shared life and death, they had turned into mortal enemies in the blink of an eye.

This stark contrast made him lament the decline of societal morals and the unpredictability of fate.

What should be done now? Lin Junfu hesitated.

He was very familiar with the tempers of the two before him, so he knew very well that once they started fighting, only one would walk away.

But the problem now was, no matter who lasted till the end, the final outcome would be unfavorable to their side.

If Hu Xiaodong lost, then Wei Yang would be taken away!

Similarly, if Wei Dazhuang fell, Scar would definitely hold their side accountable!

Moreover, their fight would inevitably draw the attention of Scar’s other thugs, and by then, if they wanted to "make a big issue smaller", it would be difficult.

With these thoughts in mind, Lin Junfu stepped forward: "Xiao Hu! Let him go!"

In disbelief, Hu Xiaodong glanced at Lin Junfu, his wide eyes showing doubt: "What did you say? Let him go?"

"Yes! Let him go!" Lin Junfu answered firmly, and then he leaned close to Hu Xiaodong’s ear, whispering a few words.

After listening to him, the furious Hu Xiaodong took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily, his fists clenching and unclenching, showing the fierce struggle within his mind.

Eventually, after several seconds of hesitation, he stepped aside from the path he was blocking.

Seeing him move aside, Wei Dazhuang showed no emotional change; he simply pulled and continued forward with Wei Yang.

However, just as he was about to pass through the "road," Hu Xiaodong suddenly blocked him again, staring intently into Wei Dazhuang’s eyes, pronouncing each word clearly:

"Wei Dazhuang! Listen to me! If you have any conscience left, don’t commit deeds against it! If anything happens to Wei Yang, if you dare to disrespect her, I, Hu Xiaodong, will fight you to the death, even at the cost of my life!"

Wei Dazhuang was slightly stunned, but then quickly returned to normal.

He didn’t reply, nor did he spare Hu Xiaodong a glance, simply raising his head and proceeding forward.

But just as he was about to pass Hu Xiaodong, his right shoulder suddenly shifted two centimeters, heavily bumping into him.

Undoubtedly, this was intentional, meant to tell Hu Xiaodong, "Mind your own damn business!"

Returning to the tent, Wei Dazhuang indicated for Wei Yang to sit on the stool, while he himself scooped a bowl of clear water and drank it down.

The series of commotions and shouting had made his throat smoke, and as the cool water flowed down, he felt an indescribable relief.

"Brother Dazhuang! Can you... tell me why you did this?"

A soft female voice came from behind, and Wei Dazhuang’s sturdy frame twitched slightly, but quickly returned to normal.

"What do you mean? Why are you, like Lin Junfu and the others, babbling incessantly? Haven’t I made myself clear?"

"Heh!" With a light chuckle, Wei Yang met Wei Dazhuang’s eyes, speaking with undeniable certainty, "Brother Wei, I’m a woman, and I trust my intuition. Maybe you can fool Old Lin and Brother Hu with your words; but you can’t fool me! Your eyes tell me you have your difficulties! I trust you won’t betray us for selfish reasons, nor do I believe you’d sell your soul to the devil! Now that no one else is here, I hope you can honestly tell me what you really want to do?"

Faced with this unexpected question, Wei Dazhuang was clearly unprepared for such a "sharp" query, and wore a bitter smile in his surprise:

"What did you say? You think I’m putting on a show for you all? Heh~ I think you girls have watched too many of those crappy TV dramas! Let me tell you, I’m doing this for..."

The tent flap was pulled open from the outside, and Zhao Huilong sneaked inside.

His cheek, recently slapped, still stung, and seeing Wei Dazhuang now, Zhao Huilong cowered like a mouse before a cat, filled with fear.

Gathering his courage, he stepped forward, tentatively smiling and testing the waters: "Heh, Brother Wei, are you busy?"

Hearing this, Wei Dazhuang frowned, turned his face, scanned Zhao Huilong briefly, thought for a few seconds, then returned his gaze to Wei Yang, and said seriously: "Girl, you want to know why I’m doing all this? Heh, I’ll give you your answer now!"

"Zhao! Hui! Long!" He called aloud as he slowly straightened up.

And Zhao Huilong, like a "little eunuch," responded hastily: "Here, here, Brother Wei, what’s your order?"

"Humph! Go outside and guard the door for me! I need to deal with some serious business with this woman!"

"What!?" Zhao Huilong involuntarily gaped.

To be honest, although his contact with the Survivor Squad hadn’t been long, he had a fair understanding of Wei Dazhuang and Wei Yang’s relationship.

The latter had always treated Wei Yang as a sister, so when Wei Dazhuang referred to her as his woman just now, Zhao Huilong’s mind had already painted a big question mark.

But now... Wei Dazhuang was going to "deal with" Wei Yang, what the hell was this about?

His brain was clearly "short-circuited" and couldn’t process, but before he could respond, the now undressing Wei Dazhuang impatiently urged: "Why the hell are you still standing here? Didn’t you hear what I said? I told you to get out! What? You planning to watch live? Want me to do it with you too?"

Smacking Zhao Huilong’s head with his palm, Wei Dazhuang then kicked him out of the tent.

"Damn it!" Outside the tent, Zhao Huilong nearly stumbled, and mumbled a symbolic curse as he turned back, but despite the muttering, he sat obediently on the grass outside.

After all, Wei Dazhuang had been clear; he was to guard outside, so patting his behind, he abided by the instruction, fulfilling his role as the "door-watching dog"... (A heavenly event awaits, with cool phones up for grabs! Follow the Qi ~ dian / Chinese web portal’s public account on WeChat (add friends - add public account - input qdread) for a chance to win! Everyone’s rewarded, so follow the qdread WeChat public account now!) (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)