Chapter 112: What material is this made of?
Zhang Xiao Qiang had wanted to reject when Brother Long had already slapped the table, spew out a string of sentences, and disappeared with Chen Yi like lightning. In a flash, their shadows could not be seen. If he wanted to say he had no feelings for the woman, it was bullshit, but he was about to set off, and although he did not know why he knew for sure reaching WH City was the ultimate aim, how could he just bring an additional person?
Furthermore, her face revealed a number of things, she must have been used to a nightlife and must have drunk more than what he had. He knew he wouldn’t be able to count on her. No matter what he thought, he knew that he could not bring the woman when he left, only Yang Ke’er and Yuan Yi. In fact, he had struggled with the decision on Su Qian. After all, her thoughts were deep, but he had already promised her that as long as she killed a zombie, he would bring her, and a man must always make good on his promise.
After pondering for so long, he decided there was no point to dwelling on it too much. He raised the rifle excitedly, and cocked it, aiming at the wall opposite, almost intending to fire. Fortunately, he regained his wits and calmed himself down, placing the rifle and magazines down, before taking them and heading to the basement in excitement. This time, he had really chanced upon a windfall. Just killing a dozen of zombies and he would earn a gun. Truly a steal.
“Hehe…” Zhang Xiao Qiang hugged the rifle and walked, looking extremely smug. He caressed the rifle and thought, if he were to face the S2 again, just giving it a bullet, see how that little shit would take it? Hehe…
“Pirate Captain, hey hey hey, Pink Lady, ah ah ah” He started to hum a song as he kicked the door to his room open, and saw the extremely alluring and beautiful woman sitting on his bed, and the words got stuck in his throat.
He stared at her dumbly, when she saw Zhang Xiao Qiang enter, she immediately stood up. He did not take a second glance and went out the room, passing the corridor and entered Yang Ke’er’s room. He then felt extremely embarrassed.
Yang Ke’er was wearing some casual clothes lying on the bed, playing her games, while Su Qian was cleaning the table with a cloth. Yuan Yi was naked, holding up a pink lace bra, and he did not know if she was taking it off or putting it on.
“Peng…” The door closed, and Zhang Xiao Qiang took in the glorious sight of Yuan Yi and all her beauty. It was not that he had not seen it before, just that previously, it was at night, while now it was in broad daylight, and he could see every curve and line clearly. Her shoulders were slightly slumped, as a strand of hair was still stuck to the side of her face. When she turned her head to look at Zhang Xiao Qiang, that slightly charming style sent Zhang Xiao Qiang’s heart beating furiously.
When she saw him looking, she lowered her hands, allowing Zhang Xiao Qiang to look at her, not a single shred of embarrassment on her face. Her gaze was especially intense, without the coolness that she usually possessed, nor the bloodlust she had when in combat. Currently, her eyes were clear, and she was exuding a peaceful and calm aura, and for the first time, Zhang Xiao Qiang felt that she wasn’t that detestable, and her eyes were really attractive. As they held their gaze, he felt his excited heartbeats calming down again.
She stood like this presenting herself, not caring about Yang Ke’er or Su Qian in the room. It was like a natural response of a wife bearing herself to her husband.
The bolder her display, the bolder Zhang Xiao Qiang was in looking. The woman in his room had long been flung out of his mind, and his eyes roved all over her body. Just when he was about to look down, a blanket came falling over her, blocking his view, and he sighed silently in his heart, before withdrawing his gaze.
Yang Ke’er sat there pouting on the bed, her eyes boring into Zhang Xiao Qiang. Her hair was slightly messy, yet it was as natural as Zhang Xiao Qiang felt her to be. Furthermore, her fuming appearance caused him to brighten up.
Without waiting for her to snap at him, he immediately explained: “Your Uncle just sent me another woman, she’s prettier than Yuan Yi, and her body, tsk tsk, there’s nothing that I can say. She’s in my room.”
The moment she heard that she immediately got off the bed and made a beeline for his room. She had instantly forgotten about Yuan Yi, who removed the blanket the moment Yang Ke’er left. Seeing that Zhang Xiao Qiang had no intention to keep looking, she began to get dressed. As for him, he took the moment to go out and headed out the main door.
He walked a few rounds in the chicken farm, eyeing the thin and sallow men, feeling a little frustrated. He then moved on to the workshop and immediately heard the sounds of clanging. The man was currently hammering a piece of steel, and the moment he saw Zhang Xiao Qiang, his face broke out in a fawning smile.
Zhang Xiao Qiang assessed the surroundings before asking: “How’re my weapons?”
The man nodded hastily and replied: “I’ve finished with a blade as well as a shield, I’m now preparing the mace.”
After which, he turned around and grabbed a blade to hand to Zhang Xiao Qiang, who felt that the blade was slightly heavy, though lighter than the hammer Yuan Yi wielded. Its entire frame was as like an enlarged machete, and as he swung it casually, it felt extremely comfortable. Zhang Xiao Qiang looked at the man, who hurried to pull out a long and thick steel beam. He swung down, and with a ‘Pu’, the steel beam was sliced in two.
Having sliced it so easily, Zhang Xiao Qiang was instantly shocked. He had never seen such a sharp blade. He carefully assessed it again, the color was slightly dark, and there were various scars on it. It didn’t seem to be thick, and he asked the man in wonder: “What material is this made of?”
The weaponsmith hurried to explain.
Not far from the chicken farm, there’s an old abandoned place that was stacked high with old and abandoned parts. It seemed as though it was popular for factory workers to steal and sell stuff. The weaponsmith and known that there was good stuff there, and hence, he risked his life to head there to comb for materials. His luck was decent, and he managed to find a knife made of iron plate, which was a special industrial material. He then worked on it to become the machete in Zhang Xiao Qiang’s hands.
When he heard that he felt a rush of inspiration: “Do you still have more of this material? How many more blades can you make?”
The bladesmith pondered before replying: “I guess maybe one more, but if you want the size to be smaller, 6 or 7 shouldn’t be a problem.”
Zhang Xiao Qiang was elated. Such a sharp weapon was vital, having more was better. He instructed the man to separate them into smaller blades and small throwing knives and promised to compensate him.