Chapter 642: Chapter 642: Don’t Force It
"Xiao Ming, have you heard of the Human Survivor Alliance recently?"
Bai Anhai was bored and afraid that he’d crash the car and fly into the sky again, so he chatted a bit with Zhang Yiming.
Seeing his daughter’s speed, even crazier than Bai Yifan, he wondered when she’d crash the car.
Always staring out the window, feeling quite stressed!
"Yeah, Zhang Gong’s not bad."
Zhang Yiming replied gently, his face void of any special expression, as if complimenting a student with good grades.
Calm as water.
"Who’s tougher, him or you?"
Bai Anhai asked gossipingly.
He thought Zhang Yiming was quite formidable, even more so than any zombie he’d seen, despite his gentle demeanor.
While Zhang Gong, the chief of the Human Survivor Alliance, could easily pull out an eighth-rank crystal core, his strength was not to be underestimated.
Compared to Zhang Yiming, Zhang Gong seemed stronger.
Yet Bai Anhai found Zhang Yiming unfathomable, perhaps hiding immense power.
Moreover, being the Zombie King, leading numerous zombies, humans were at a disadvantage in numbers.
"We’ve yet to face off, so I’m not sure; a fight would determine the winner."
Zhang Yiming slightly squinted his eyes, yet there was no hint of murderous intent in them.
He’d heard of Zhang Gong, and through scattered zombie brainwaves, he knew Zhang Gong’s superpower surpassed his.
But he was a zombie, possessing not only superpowers but also endless hordes of zombies.
So if he were to truly face Zhang Gong, in a life-or-death struggle, he might not lose.
"... Better not fight."
Bai Anhai’s mouth twitched subtly.
Afraid that his words might spark a war between human survivors and zombies.
He didn’t want to become humanity’s sinner.
"He doesn’t provoke me, and I naturally won’t take action."
Zhang Yiming’s eyes curved slightly, smiling warmly, devoid of the usual zombie frenzy and bloodlust.
Only before the Bai Family did he show such a benign smile, revealing his emotions.
Bai Anhai glanced at Zhang Yiming’s sunny, boyish demeanor, sighing lightly.
If not for the zombie virus, the young man before him would probably be in college like his daughter, anxiously facing the next stage of life.
Zhang Yiming noticed Bai Anhai’s barely perceptible sigh, instinctively glancing at Bai Xiqin’s silhouette in the driver’s seat.
Without the zombie virus, what a wonderful world it would be!
His bright eyes dimmed slightly.
Thin lips pursed, his long fingers gripping the handle tighter, fingertips turning pale, paler than normal skin.
Like a Western vampire legend.
Zhang Yiming noticed his bloodless fingers and his increasingly pale face in the car’s rearview mirror.
He tugged at the corners of his mouth, helplessly letting them fall.
His slightly dim eyes shifted focus, gazing at the scenery speeding past outside.
The trees on both sides retreated madly, the drive remarkably smooth without a zombie darting at the speeding car.
At a glance, only lush plants filled the world, no sign of decay.
For a moment, Zhang Yiming stubbornly envisioned in his mind, a normal world without zombies, where he wasn’t a zombie.
Just let the car keep going!
Even if the figure ahead didn’t belong to him, it’d be okay.
The sunlight was within his reach; he’d only have to lift his hand to touch it.
That would be fine.
Throughout the drive, Zhang Yiming’s mind was spinning wildly, the devouring emotions of flesh momentarily cast aside.
Crunch, crunch.
Zhang Yiming’s grip on the handle tightened unknowingly, the handle letting out a faint cry.
Zhang Yiming wasn’t aware, his mind’s imagination growing increasingly insane.
In thousands of imagined outcomes, Leng Yebai died 9,999 times, even envisioning post-marriage scenes.
"Xiao Ming? Zhang Yiming!"
Bai Xiqin’s voice pulled Zhang Yiming back to reality; he looked at Bai Xiqin talking to him from the front, his frenzy gradually settling.
"What happened just now? I called you several times, but you didn’t hear!"
Bai Xiqin was curious, looking at Zhang Yiming’s momentarily dull expression.
She thought he’d stop daydreaming like he did in school after becoming a zombie, but evidently, he still sometimes got lost in thought.
Unaware, Zhang Yiming wasn’t a dazed goose, only in her presence did he act so.
In front of regular classmates, he was the recognized genius, class leader, and student council president.
He wasn’t someone given to fantasies.
"No, nothing really, did you call me for something?"
Zhang Yiming quickly put on a sunny smile, seemingly innocuous, without the guilt of being caught doing something wrong.
Though his grip on the handle was quite tight.
"I was asking, where do you live? We’re near the safety base, we’ll drop you off first," Bai Xiqin said.
Since Zhang Yiming had been to Yunhua Safety Base twice, Bai Xiqin assumed he lived close to the safety base.
"I can disembark right at the safety base gate," Zhang Yiming said with a smile.
Then he could sit a bit longer.
"Okay!"
Bai Xiqin didn’t think much of it, nor planned to ask Zhang Yiming about his exact residence.
After all, Xiao Ming was the Zombie King; if seen by other human survivors, it might not be good for Xiao Ming.
"Are you sure you want to get off at the safety base gate?" Leng Yebai glanced at Zhang Yiming, his voice cool.
For some reason, Leng Yebai always wanted to antagonize Zhang Yiming.
While Zhang Yiming was lost in thought, Leng Yebai had a strong urge to strangle him.
It was obvious this zombie, who seemed highly ranked among zombies, was fantasizing about his demise.
Thus, Leng Yebai’s urge to strangle Zhang Yiming never faded.
When rivals meet, jealousy reigns.
"Yeah." Zhang Yiming’s sunny smile receded, becoming cooler, "It’s just a safety base."
His tone carried three parts disdain, two parts coolness, one part mockery, four parts nonchalance!
Typical domineering CEO disdain expression.
"Ha ha." Leng Yebai chuckled twice, seriously saying, "Are you hoping to borrow the bathroom at the safety base? But do you... really need it? If not, don’t force things!"
Zhang Yiming: ...
He didn’t talk to idiots, it lowered his IQ.
Nor did he argue, it easily made others feel inadequate!
Crunch, crunch...
The handle was ruthlessly torn from the car by Zhang Yiming.
He endured!
Reality and imagination ultimately differed.
"Boom!"
The car lost control and crashed into a nearby utility pole, the people inside jolted.
Bai Xiqin and Leng Yebai in the front had belts on, merely yanked slightly, no discomfort, a false alarm.
The ones in the back, including the Corpse Emperor, suffered.
Neither Zhang Yiming nor Bai Anhai wore seat belts, their faces slammed hard into the front seat.
Their faces changed like rising dough.
Zhang Yiming: ...
Bai Anhai: Inescapably destined to be thrown by his own child.
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