Chainsaw and Punk

Soon, Teacher Li found himself surrounded by hordes of zombies.

Blood began pooling on the ground.

The zombies on the outer edges, unable to reach the flesh, hastily dropped to the ground and began lapping up his blood from the dusty surface.

Several heads frantically licked the ground, cleaning the filthy surface spotless.

Those who couldn't get to the meat could only drink the "soup" from the outside.

Shen Qianqian covered her mouth, her body and head trembling.

It was unclear whether from grief or fear.

A baseball bat was weakly thrown out, landing on the ground, stained with dust and blood, slowly rolling to Shen Qianqian's feet.

She stepped forward and picked up the bat.

Teacher Li had held it for so long that it still retained his sweat and warmth, evidence of his fierce struggle for life.

Now, this warmth was transferred to Shen Qianqian.

She raised the bat, her eyes empty of emotion, knowing she must make one final stand for her survival.

The zombies on the periphery, having finished drinking the blood, suddenly noticed the few living children in this direction.

The children behind Shen Qianqian, having lost their last protector, let out desperate, piercing wails.

She felt her hands growing weak on the bat, as it was impossible not to be afraid.

"BANG!"

Just as Shen Qianqian was about to charge forward, a huge wooden crate suddenly dropped in front of her, sending dust flying everywhere.

What was happening?

A punk girl wearing a black baseball cap descended from above, landing steadily on the large crate, positioning herself between Shen Qianqian and the zombies.

She wore a black and purple trendy jacket with open lapels, revealing a skull t-shirt underneath.

Her lower half was obscured by the jacket, making it appear as if she wasn't wearing pants, though she actually had black shorts on.

Her cap was adorned with gaudy golden patterns, and her similarly golden-dyed hair flowed from beneath it, tied into two fluffy braids behind her.

Her bare face wore no makeup, yet she looked like a lotus emerging from water, with a slight blush on her white skin, creating a stark contrast with her outfit.

She had a half-smoked ladies' cigarette in her mouth, its blueberry design half-burned away.

She reached behind her back, pulled out an axe, and spoke in an undeniable yet casual tone:

"Step back, little sister!"

A man in a suit also descended, his face serious and cold. He extended his arm in front of Shen Qianqian and said:

"Please step back."

The punk girl swung her axe into an approaching zombie's head, destroying it.

Simultaneously, she kicked another biting zombie's head into the wall.

The kick was incredibly powerful, smashing the zombie's head against the wall hard enough to create cracks.

Its head exploded, creating a firework-like display on the wall.

"Watch Wang Yuan's condition!"

The punk girl shouted without looking back, continuing to battle through the zombie horde with extremely violent methods, causing zombie heads to explode left and right.

Suit Man glanced back at a little girl sitting on the ground – presumably Wang Yuan, whom the punk girl had mentioned.

"She's fine."

Suit Man replied tersely, his face remaining expressionless.

Shen Qianqian and the elementary school students watched wide-eyed at these two people who had descended from above, especially the punk girl fighting the zombies.

She had cleared a space in front of her through the zombie horde, with zombie blood and brain matter splattered across the ground, walls, and ditches.

Meanwhile, the blueberry-flavored ladies' cigarette in her mouth hadn't even burned out yet.

The punk girl blew out a smoke ring, taking an elegant drag.

Then, taking advantage of the gap in the zombie ranks, she turned and slapped the wooden crate behind her, popping open its lid.

She flipped her baseball cap around, moving the brim to the back, then reached inside and pulled out an enormous red chainsaw!

Its teeth were covered in blood stains, clearly used for cutting through flesh.

"Dinner time!!"

The girl yanked the chainsaw's pull cord, and it immediately roared to life, like a beast that had been hungry for ages.

The space she had cleared was quickly filled with more zombies, showing no fear of the chainsaw in her hands.

They had no concept of true death.

The punk girl's small frame wielding the massive red chainsaw created a strange contrast.

"VRRRRRRR!!"

The chainsaw immediately engaged with the zombie horde, creating a mist of blood as it shredded through flesh.

The surrounding zombies fell like grass before a mower, their bodies split in half, writhing on the ground.

Their fearless charge crumbled in an instant.

The white skull on the punk girl's t-shirt was now stained red.

"This is awesome!!!"

Her face lit up with excitement, like a happy child, as she charged through the zombie horde with her chainsaw, unstoppable.

The scene became quite gruesome, causing several elementary school students to cover their eyes.

Only the punk girl, like a grim reaper, continued to cut through the zombie masses again and again.

Accompanied by the chainsaw's rough roar, the ground became littered with severed zombie bodies.

She walked over, stepping on the zombies' upper bodies one by one, driving the chainsaw's end into their heads.

Like opening cans, she made their red and white contents spray out.

"All done!"

Now nothing moved on the ground – she had single-handedly chainsawed through dozens of zombies.

She lowered the chainsaw she'd been carrying and tossed it into the crate, dusting off her blood-covered hands.

"THUNK!"

The chainsaw landed in the crate with a crash.

"Ji Mengyao, couldn't you be gentler? If you keep treating it like this, I won't fix it for you anymore."

Suit Man spoke with displeasure, though even his threats were delivered without expression.

Ji Mengyao, as the punk girl was called, ignored Suit Man's criticism, pulling out tissues to clean her face and hands.

After cleaning up, she pulled another blueberry-flavored ladies' cigarette from her pocket and said carelessly:

"Why so stingy? This big guy can take quite a beating."

She took out a lighter, lit up, and took a deep drag.

The blueberry menthol flavor immediately filled her nose and lungs, refreshing her.

"Give me one too."

Suit Man spoke again, requesting a cigarette with his poker face, showing no proper etiquette for asking.

Ji Mengyao moved her cap brim back to the front, complaining:

"Look, these are ladies' cigarettes. Why does a big guy like you keep stealing them from me?"

Nevertheless, she didn't stop her movement, walking over to put one in Suit Man's mouth and thoughtfully lighting it for him.

Suit Man immediately took a deep drag, lowered the cigarette, and exhaled:

"Can't help it, they're too fragrant."

Even in this moment of appreciation, his expression didn't change – he was definitely stone-faced.

After a few more puffs, he continued:

"Consider it payment for my hard work. I always help you carry stuff, I'm going to get injured at this rate."

Hearing Suit Man's words, Ji Mengyao just snorted and pouted without speaking, preparing to turn away.

"Watch out!"

The still-smoking Suit Man suddenly changed expression, grabbing Ji Mengyao and rolling to the side with her.

"THUD!"

A huge metal blade crashed down exactly where Ji Mengyao had been standing!

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