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As the vehicle rolled out of the underground parking lot and approached the hotel’s main entrance, Lin Feng’s sharp ears caught a battle cry, prompting his fatigued eyelids to open slightly.

“Lin Feng, Lin Feng!”

“What’s up, senior?” Lin Feng asked, slightly annoyed while squinting at Hao Jian. He really needed to rest during the drive to the principal’s place; otherwise, he’d be too exhausted to focus on anything upon arrival.

“The chubby guy!”

“Chubby guy?” Lin Feng, still groggy, peered in the direction Hao Jian was pointing.

“I can’t believe it, that guy really isn’t afraid of death,” Lin Feng observed as he saw the chubby man charging into a horde of zombies. The man, shivering with fear, was perched atop a van, cautiously chopping at the zombies below with his hand axe. However, the growing swarm of zombies was overwhelming him, and one had already seized his leg.

With a sigh, Lin Feng activated his time-slowing ability, took out his silenced pistol, and expertly executed headshots. The chubby man looked towards Lin Feng’s direction with a mix of surprise and relief.

“Let’s go,” Lin Feng called out to Hao Jian, reclining his seat to catch some sleep.

Hao Jian, observing the bullet hole in the glass, reluctantly pressed down on the gas pedal.

“Lin Feng, it’s been a long time, haha!” Old Liu approached, embracing the petite Lin Feng with a big hug, his warmth palpable even through the thick down jacket.

“Yes, Mister Liu, it has been some time. How’s everyone doing?” Lin Feng asked, returning the hug and also embracing the nearby principal.

“We’re generally okay, except we lost a student named Li Yixin. She panicked and ran out of our group one day. We couldn’t reach her in time… But let’s not dwell on that. Have you eaten breakfast yet? Shall we eat together?”

Lin Feng and Hao Jian had arrived in the early morning, with the sun gradually illuminating the surroundings.

“I haven’t eaten yet. We do have some matters to discuss. Let’s eat together,” Lin Feng agreed, following Old Liu into the mall. The setting was familiar, with their accommodations and dining area still on the second floor.

“Do you know where the airplane is?” Lin Feng asked directly as he sat down, cradling the small cat he had saved.

The white cat looked lively, a stark contrast from its previous listless state when Lin Feng had rescued it.

“Yes, it’s in the E City museum. I had the chance to see a propeller-driven fighter plane there once during an event by the Mechanical Enthusiasts Association. If we can get the plane to the repair shop near the mall, Liu and I will try to fix it. The main issue, though, is the zombies along the way…”

The principal stopped, hinting at the complexity of the journey from the museum to the mall, clearly a daunting task given the thousands of zombies in between.

“I understand. I’ll handle it,” Lin Feng replied, taking a sip of hot milk tea and nodding in gratitude to Ruolian for handing him a steamed bun.

With the winter cold slowing down the zombies, their reactions were noticeably slower. Lin Feng contemplated the challenge of transporting the plane.

“Can the fighter plane carry all of us, though?” Lin Feng asked, curious about the plane’s capacity.

“It’ll be a bit of a squeeze, but for a short trip across the river, Liu and I can attempt to modify it. It’ll be challenging, but it’s worth a try,” the principal replied, outlining their ambitious plan to transport and modify the plane.