CHAPTER 82: TRUE WOLF FANG CLUB

Jing Shu frowned. Indeed, she had been worrying about steel reinforcement and iron wire mesh for the past few days.

In her past life, she hadn’t stocked up on these materials in bulk. She only knew that during that period, every household installed burglar bars and reinforced their doors, causing the prices of these materials to surge. By the time she needed them in this life, the material factories had long since closed.

Jing Shu planned to steal some but found that all the major manufacturers’ warehouses were empty. It suddenly dawned on her that as long as they were strategic materials, they had been secretly transported away by the government to be stored and used at critical times.

This was because the law stated that during national crises, local governments had the right to requisition all strategic materials.

Half of Wu City’s police force must have been doing these things. Otherwise, how could it be explained that everything was gone when one desired something? And why were the Armed Police special forces mysteriously unseen all day, with claims that their duties no longer involved arresting people?

Another point: Heng Jin, who had finally become the logistics boss of Wu City before the apocalypse, was even busier than Jing Shu during this past half-year.

The courier industry had abruptly been consolidated into a state-owned enterprise department three months prior. It was taken over by leaders like SF Express, Postal Services, and Cainiao, among other leading companies, to manage the remaining express logistics. After that, it completely disappeared from public view.

Even the monthly credit services Huabei and Jiebei had ceased operations, and Mr. Ma had imperceptibly switched careers.

And Wang Jianlin of Wanda, despite being hundreds of billions in debt, was still a figure of grand stature. How many people would his fall crush? Therefore, he still required a good supply of resources. His son, Wang Congsi, had even released information about setting up dozens of ’Wang Congsi’s Secret Food Warehouses’ across the country, to be revealed on the day of utter destitution.

The people of the nation sighed. Seeing how Wang Congsi was squandering money, they knew Mr. Wang was still incredibly wealthy.

In her previous life, Jing Shu had only focused on surviving and hadn’t paid attention to these matters. But in this life, she began to notice suspicious developments: many tycoons were starting to switch careers and initiating a new round of dividing the spoils.

In WeChat’s fitness tracker, Heng Jin always dominated the top spot on the cover, persistently exceeding 20,000 steps daily. When asked what he was doing, his answer was always transporting goods, unloading cargo, and taking orders.

With the apocalypse at hand, how was a logistics person still so busy? Who was still placing orders with him?

Now it seems a little understandable that true control always remains in the hands of the top 3% of people.

"Hello? Hello?"

An anxious voice from the other end of the phone interrupted Jing Shu’s thoughts.

"Okay, send me your location, and I’ll come pick you up."

Jing Shu grabbed some bandages, alcohol, and some topical medications and hurriedly rushed to Wucheng County, 30 kilometers away.

Wang Dazhao lay on the bed of a closed motel, his face pale, moaning softly. His right shoulder, down to his clavicle, had been deeply slashed by a cleaver, revealing the bone. Blood covered the floor. By the time Jing Shu arrived, he was nearly in shock but still forced his eyes open.

The first words Wang Dazhao said to Jing Shu were, "Save me. I thought everyone was dead, but one person got away. I want to kill him myself..." He gasped, speaking intermittently, "Once I’ve had my revenge, my life is yours."

Wang Qiqi paced back and forth anxiously. "All the major hospitals are out of medicine! You’ve hit an artery. Pulling out the knife means death. It might be better to write down some last words so I can avenge you. Regardless, let’s go home first. I have some medicine there. We can take it to a hospital and let a Doctor try."

Wang Dazhao gave a bitter smile. "Anywhere without those two isn’t home. If I die, you don’t need to avenge me..."

"With that wound, if he tries to go back, he’ll be beyond dead. Let me handle it." Jing Shu put down the medical kit and, with a SWISH, tore open Wang Dazhao’s clothes.

"Hey, hey, hey, Jing Shu, what are you doing?!" Wang Qiqi rushed over. "You can’t pull out that knife! The wound is too big! We need hemostats and sutures!"

Jing Shu ignored Wang Qiqi.

"This life of yours is mine now. Take good care of it." Jing Shu pried open Wang Dazhao’s mouth, stuffed in a drop of Spiritual Spring and a variety of clotting medicines, then forced a mouthful of water down his throat. Before either of them could react, she yanked out the kitchen knife. Blood immediately sprayed all over Wang Qiqi’s face.

It’s over! Wang Qiqi thought, as Wang Dazhao screamed in agony.

Unexpectedly, Jing Shu quickly treated the wound and finally wrapped it with a bandage. "Okay, let’s go."

Wang Qiqi was truly stunned by such brutal efficiency. She stood frozen, swallowing a mouthful of bloodied saliva. "Is he... okay? How did you stop the bleeding? It clearly hit an artery!"

"I did it while the knife wasn’t looking. Alright, go home and rest. Once you’ve recovered and had your revenge, I still have things for Wang Dazhao to do."

Jing Shu said this with narrowed eyes. Having lived through the apocalypse for ten years, she was used to seeing people die right in front of her—whether from illness, cold, or falling behind during migrations and freezing to death in the snow. Consequently, she didn’t have the habit of saving everyone she met, unlike Hua Tuo.

Dying was a very common event.

But if saving Wang Dazhao could earn his loyalty, Jing Shu was willing to try. She did indeed need someone for certain tasks. If Wang Dazhao disappointed her, she could simply take back his life.

Before helping Wang Dazhao into the car, Wang Qiqi pulled out a dozen or so newspapers and spread them on the back seat. Only then did the two of them get in. "I was afraid of dirtying your car again, so I found some newspapers," she explained.

Wang Qiqi really was someone who paid attention to details and was good at dealing with people. That was why she was on good terms with the people at the steel reinforcement machinery factory and had also managed to procure some steel bars for Jing Shu, although it wasn’t enough.

Seeing the huge factory machines idling, Jing Shu proposed making thick, spiked steel plates. She also found some steel wire mesh, which gave her a great sense of security!

In the end, Jing Shu traded one black hog for steel bars that were worth over a hundred thousand before the apocalypse. With these, she had five spiked steel plates made, along with a steel wire mesh that spanned the villa’s courtyard.

Of course, a pig was worth much more than that. Jing Shu also had a true steel-reinforced wolf-toothed club made. Due to limited craftsmanship, the club and the spiked head were made separately and then combined with an internal catch.

The spiked head was an oval steel ball, completely welded with 20-centimeter-long steel spikes, making it enormously destructive.

The advantage was that, if needed, it could be separated into a true steel-reinforced rod and, with an iron chain attached, a Wolf-toothed Hammer.

The entire Wolf Fang Club weighed 52 kilograms, the same as Jing Shu’s body weight. Jing Shu found it somewhat difficult to lift. Without the spiked head, the weight was just right for her.

But Jing Shu’s strength was still increasing, and she believed it wouldn’t be long before she could completely master the Wolf Fang Club. Jing Shu’s advantage was her great strength, so the Wolf Fang Club was an excellent choice to maximize it.

After bustling about for several days, Jing Shu finally transported all the finished products back home. Mr. Jing and Mr. Jing immediately began tirelessly making the final modifications.

Then, on the morning of May 16th, Wang Dazhao came to visit. "You saved my life that day. Now, I have taken my revenge. From now on, my life is yours."