CHAPTER 167: DOES THIS GUN LOOK LIKE IT OWES ME 10 YUAN? (MONTHLY TICKET BONUS CHAPTER)

"Ah? I just wanted to ask, is there anyone else who wants to eat chicken? You? And you? What’s the matter? If we don’t give it to you, you’re going to try and snatch it? Come on, try snatching it again!"

"The chicken is killing people! Help!"

"You bunch of bastards just stand there watching and don’t help! Why don’t you all jump in?" The surrounding people all took a large step back—they were, after all, only assigned here to sleep.

Jing Shu heard Grandma Jing cursing. She and Wu You’ai quickly disembarked from the shark yacht and ran over. Behind them, a crowd of noisy neighborhood residents, seeing the commotion, also swarmed over. A closer look revealed it was the group from the villa.

Pushing through the crowd, they saw Grandma Jing, hands on her hips, furiously pointing and swearing at five people who were lying scattered on the ground, screaming. They had dared to eye Grandma Jing’s precious treasure; no wonder she had exploded in anger.

Meanwhile, the Fat Chicken was fiercely pecking at one person’s mouth. Even as blood flowed freely, the Fat Chicken didn’t stop; it was targeting the mouth precisely.

The people around gasped, whispering among themselves, their gazes towards this family now filled with apprehension.

Mr. Jing stood by like an attendant, holding a flashlight for Grandma Jing and protecting his mother. Meanwhile, Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing had also drawn their Crossbow Arrows. After experiencing six months of riots, no one was a sheep anymore; they weren’t afraid even if their opponents were numerous and powerful.

If anyone else dared to cause trouble, even lift a finger, they would be dealt with. This was the result of Jing Shu’s countless lessons.

Jing Shu exhaled. It seemed she had arrived a bit late. Is everything over already?

Just then, several flashlight beams shot over, and another group arrived.

The leader was a very young man. He had a square face, and when he opened his mouth, it seemed to take up half his face.

Jing Shu squinted. She recognized this guy!

He was the one who had borrowed ten yuan for class fees in high school and never returned it. After graduation, she had chased him down and beaten him up, warning him that if she ever saw him again, she would beat him each time until he paid her back.

His name was Zhou Dafu, a guy who didn’t even dare show up at class reunions. To think that after five years, he’s doing quite well in the apocalypse!

"Brother Da Fu, we’re here! Quick, save us! It’s killing people! This chicken is killing people!"

"`!@#￥%... Uh... uh!`" One of them had his mouth pecked to a pulp.

"What’s wrong? What happened? What kind of badass chicken could take down five of you?"

Zhou Dafu opened his wide mouth, revealing his big yellow teeth. He frowned at the struggling Fat Chicken, then his eyes suddenly lit up, and he practically started drooling.

Ah, those sturdy legs! Ah, those alluring wings! Ah, that jiggly, plump breast! Ah, those thick chicken claws! It must taste amazing!

The people on the ground kept moaning. One short guy swiftly jumped up and hid behind Zhou Dafu. "Brother Da Fu, I was just trying to get some game for Brother Da Heng. I didn’t expect this family to be so unreasonable, deliberately letting this chicken kill people!"

Zhou Dafu swallowed hard before nodding in agreement. "A beast that harms people is as culpable as a person. Let’s catch it first, and I’ll take it to the police station to see how it should be handled. You guys, go!"

Before Zhou Dasheng could stop him, the seven people behind Zhou Dafu charged forward. Famished and having craved it for a year, they couldn’t resist the sight of meat.

Zhou Dasheng covered his eyes. "Brother Da Fu, this chicken isn’t like the others..."

"Aren’t all chickens the same?"

No sooner had Zhou Dafu spoken than he saw the Fat Chicken hopping about—a surprisingly nimble, plump creature. Who knew what its beak was made of? In less than ten seconds, it had pecked all of them to the ground, leaving them wailing incessantly.

The crowd that had come to watch the commotion gasped again. This chicken’s Combat Power is too high, isn’t it?

Grandma Jing placed her hands on her hips. "I despise hypocrites like you who act virtuous after committing wrongs! I’m standing right here today; let’s see who dares to snatch this chicken! I refuse to believe there’s no law and order anymore!" (It helped that the Fat Chicken itself was so formidable.)

Zhou Dafu clenched his teeth. He saw several crossbows aimed at him. Behind them, there was also an energy vehicle. All these signs indicated this was no ordinary family.

He finally realized he might have bitten off more than he could chew today. However, the thought of his cousin, Zhou Daheng, made him grit his teeth. My cousin Zhou Daheng is not someone these bumpkins can afford to provoke!

No matter what, I have to get this Fat Chicken for my cousin. He was just saying recently how tired he is of those dry ranch chickens and wants some authentic wild game.

He pulled a gun from his coat. "Maliciously attacking law enforcement officers—do you know the consequences? This chicken has violated the rules of the Red Mountain Ecological Garden! I have the right to..."

Suddenly, Zhou Dafu stopped talking.

A dark gun barrel was pointed at his head. Zhou Dafu mechanically turned his head but could only see a person bundled tightly in a raincoat.

"Zhou Dafu, you still owe me ten yuan. I told you not to let me see you again, or I’d beat you every time we met. Remember?"

This voice...

Zhou Dafu’s face crumpled as if he were about to cry. "You... you’re Jing Shu?"

Zhou Dafu had borrowed money from many people in high school, but only this jinx, this harbinger of doom, had chased him relentlessly for repayment, even specializing in kicks to the groin. After all these years of hiding, how did I run into her again?

"That’s right. Ten yuan. Today, you’ll pay me back with your life," Jing Shu’s voice turned icy.

"Are—are you joking? No, it’s just 10 yuan, isn’t it? I’ll pay you 100 Virtual Coins! Just... just put the gun down!" Zhou Dafu gently tried to nudge the gun barrel away. The cold touch instantly told him this wasn’t a toy! He couldn’t gamble with his life!

"This chicken is mine. What do you say?"

The Fat Chicken opportunely let out a CLUCK, sounding particularly proud.

Zhou Dafu opened his mouth, a sudden understanding dawning on him.

"Where’s your visiting specialist? I... I just came over hoping to borrow some space to arrange for some people to sleep here. This cave is so large and spacious, yet only so few people live here. It’s a bit of a waste, isn’t it? There are hundreds of us from Cave 6 crammed together, which is very inconvenient..."

Zhou Dafu wanted to change the subject, or at least bring in someone in charge to manage the scene.

"That would be me. We’re not lending any space. Scram," Wu You’ai said coldly.

"`...`" Great, they’re all one family.

Zhou Dafu felt his face burn. He usually acted like a big shot in front of these people, but today he’d been so blatantly humiliated. Whatever, I need to go back and find Brother Da Heng first.

"Alright, alright, I’ll ’scram’ then."

"Hold on. This gun... doesn’t it look a lot like that ten yuan you owe me?"

"It does, it looks exactly like it! Here, consider it repaid."

With a mournful expression, Zhou Dafu led Zhou Dasheng and the rest of his men, who were scattered on the ground, away in disgrace. He never imagined that not only would he fail to get the chicken, but he’d also lose a gun! That gun was a reward from his cousin, and now it was gone forever!

As for those who ran too slowly, the Fat Chicken chased after them, pecking them a few more times, and their wails echoed throughout the entire cave.

When everyone had finally left, Jing Shu asked, "So, how are we dividing the sleeping spots?"

The community residents all together yielded more than half the space, their attitude resolute: they were determined to stay a clear hundred meters away from the villa family.