Rotting Land: Survive

"Boss Watanabe, this happened so suddenly. When I saw Derek bring these two Huaxia people back, I was busy gathering everyone, so I didn’t have time to lay down the rules for them."

After explaining, the wiry kid didn’t say another word. He twisted his body, darkened his face, and with a hint of arrogance said, "You two listen up. This is our Japan turf. You Huaxia people, without our permission, can only kneel, crawl, or lie down here. You have no right to stand! You hear me?"

Humiliation! Naked humiliation!

Hearing the wiry kid’s domineering words, Xu Renjie felt like the bandit beasts who once invaded our Huaxia had crawled back from the past.

But they’re just students. It’s true what they say, every land breeds its people; a dog will never stop eating shit.

"U-understood!" Old Xu suppressed the anger boiling in his chest and kept playing the obedient "grandson."

After that, Old Xu quickly added, "We definitely offended you just now, but Boss Watanabe said he needed someone to treat Little Derek’s wounds. I happen to know a bit of medical first-aid. If possible, I can treat him."

As a special forces soldier who often infiltrated behind enemy lines, Old Xu did know the necessary self-rescue skills.

So when it came to dealing with Derek’s bruises, Old Xu was fully confident he could handle them.

Hearing this, Watanabe narrowed his eyes and carefully sized up Xu Renjie. Seeing Watanabe look his way, Old Xu knew the guy was starting to suspect his identity.

To reassure this student boss, Old Xu plastered on a bright smile, his eyes climbing up in a fawning curve, lips half parted, letting out little "heh heh" chuckles. The whole look was basically a living, breathing traitor.

Very soon, Old Xu’s sycophantic smile paid off. Plus, both he and Lei Tong had smeared dust on their clothes and faces when they came, then rubbed in spit, so their bedraggled state dispelled Watanabe’s wariness. Watanabe raised his hand and said, somewhat unexpectedly, "You can stand up now. Go treat him."

Derek had to stay intact! Watanabe needed him to scavenge supplies and solidify his own position.

As for anything else... Watanabe didn’t give a damn.

Having "permission," Xu Renjie immediately "went even further" in his flattery, spewing out honeyed thanks that made even Lei Tong feel sick to her stomach. No need to mention Derek, who already hated the Japan students to the bone.

If at the beginning Derek still had some hope in Old Xu, thinking this man might be able to liberate the school,

then now, seeing Old Xu’s groveling attitude, Derek started regretting risking it to bring these people back to the base.

Because the only reason Derek could keep his footing here and protect his girlfriend was that Watanabe needed him.

Now, with Lei Tong and Xu Renjie joining in, that was obviously going to change. The two of them both had the ability to go in and out of the school, and their skills were in no way inferior to Derek’s.

So Derek feeling a sense of crisis was only natural; you had to understand, this group of Japan students had been drooling over his girlfriend for a long time.

In the past, because of the balance of interests between factions, they could still hold back and not cross the line. But now...

Thinking of this, Derek felt his pain intensify, to the point that he couldn’t help but let out a groan.

That groan might not have mattered much, but it really made Watanabe a bit flustered.

This young guy was directly tied to his status and survival, so he had to keep him alive no matter what.

"Quick! You, get up! Take him to the room next door and treat him!"

"Yeah! Yeah! Okay! Boss Watanabe, I’m on it!" Buttering him up as he walked to Derek’s side, Xu Renjie bowed and scraped, nodding and hunching as he greeted the two Japan students supporting Derek. Then he took Derek off their hands.

Once he’d slung Derek’s right arm over his shoulder, Old Xu helped him toward the door, his steps twisting and swaying.

He hadn’t expected that just as his front foot was about to step out of the classroom, a big hand suddenly shot out and blocked the two of them.

"Hold it."

"Jiang Kou! What the hell are you doing, didn’t you hear what Boss Watanabe said? The boss told that guy to treat Derek, you—"

"Heh heh, of course I heard Boss Watanabe. But..." The student called Jiang Kou straightened up, then turned toward Watanabe and said, "Boss Watanabe, we still have an important question we haven’t asked Derrick yet."

Watanabe’s brows twitched slightly. Clearly he didn’t like Jiang Kou’s tone with him. His face sank and he asked coldly, "What is it?"

"Heh heh." Another mandatory little laugh. Jiang Kou didn’t seem to care about Watanabe’s expression. But in Xu Renjie’s eyes, it let him see that this bunch of Japan students wasn’t a solid block. At least judging from the situation now, Jiang Kou and Watanabe weren’t exactly on the same page.

Which wasn’t surprising; students are still just students. Adults will bash each other’s heads in fighting for power, let alone these green college kids.

Jiang Kou raised his hand and pointed at Derek in front of him, then smiled faintly and said, "Derrick, where’s the supplies you went out to collect this time?"

As soon as he said that, the classroom immediately erupted. The Japan students who’d just been watching the show suddenly focused on the real issue.

"Yeah! Derrick, where’s the supplies?"

"You were out for quite a while this time, you should’ve brought back a lot of good stuff, right?"

"Oi! Before you left I told you to bring me some Durex, did you find it?"

"And the cigarettes and booze I wanted, did you get them?"

Voices overlapping, the classroom instantly turned into a noisy vegetable market.

Listening to the racket around him, the expression on Watanabe’s face gradually faded, replaced by a heavy, dark gloom.

"All of you shut up!!" Considering the presence of Zombies outside, Watanabe couldn’t blow up too much, but even so, his roar still drowned out all the Japan students’ voices.

Once the room quieted down, Watanabe cleared his throat, then asked the same question, "Where are the supplies you brought back?"

"Hnh hnh!" A mocking sneer sounded by his ear, and Watanabe frowned and turned.

Seeing Watanabe look back, the wiry kid quickly stepped forward, pointed, and said, "Boss Watanabe, don’t count on any supplies. That punk didn’t bring back jack shit this time. Even his backpack’s gone. He only dragged back these two useless Huaxia Country trash."

There was a moment of silence, then the classroom erupted again. Only this time, hope turned into accusation. The disappointed Japan students were clearly losing control; they started crowding in around Derek and Xu.

"Baka! You actually didn’t bring back any supplies!"

"I was waiting to use that Durex to have some fun!"

"My smokes, my booze! What the hell were you doing!"

"Out for so long and you come back empty-handed, were you out sightseeing?"

...

The situation was getting more and more chaotic, and it was on the verge of spinning completely out of control.

And just then, it was still Watanabe who let out a furious shout and stopped his "crazy" buddies in their tracks! (To be continued. If you’re enjoying this story, you’re welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) and cast recommendation votes or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read at m.qidian.com.)