The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1079 I need to show some real skills

"Hey, what's that guy's name again, Old K? He's got a great personality, a good friend!"

Zhao Dezhu liked Lao K's personality very much. He rarely saw such a person after the disaster broke out, so he felt that they were very compatible.

Little did he know that this sense of rapport stemmed largely from Old K's past profession. Before the disaster, Old K was a boat owner who fished in coastal waters and ran a seafood business!
One sells fish, the other kills fish...

"Yes."

Zhang Su nodded, then suddenly looked at Lu Quanli, who was whispering to Zhao Kongkong, and said thoughtfully, "Commander Lu, as far as I know, Yancheng and Weicheng are less than 100 kilometers apart. Is there any communication between your two camps?"

"King Yama means you should go talk to Old K about joining, and agree quickly."

Despite his white hair, Zhao Kongkong's mind was anything but rigid. He understood the unspoken meaning in Zhang Su's words and immediately relayed it to Lu Quanli.

Lu Quanli nodded shrewdly, then patted Zhang Su's chest and said, "It's not a hundred kilometers. The LK camp is only about fifty kilometers from our headquarters. I know what to do. Don't worry, King Yama."

Zhang Su's hearing was exceptional; he clearly heard Zhao Kongkong's words. His expression turned strange. This old master was far too shrewd. Was it really a good idea to bring him back to the camp?
There's nothing wrong with it.

There are actually many shrewd people on Tianma Island, and as long as they are kept under control, there will be no problem!

"Okay, that's settled then. Is there anything else?"

Zhang Su planned to send the people from the other camps away one by one, and the rest of the work of organizing the aircraft carrier was Tianma Island's own business!

"That's all. Well... King Yama, we'll go repair the ship now."

"Hey, gentlemen, could you please see if there's anything you can do to help out?"

Zhang Su directed several engineers on board to assist in speeding up the process.

After Zhao Kongkong and the others from the Yancheng camp left, he stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting, and said with a smile, "King Yama, could you grant this old man an identity?"

Zhang Su looked at the white-haired old man, stroked his chin, and said, "My surname is Zhang, and my given name is Su, which means 'serious.' Yama is my official title. Master Zhao, you can call me Chief Zhang or Brother Zhang, that's fine too. Let's put the matter of my identity aside for now. I want to ask you something."

Why are you the only one using a sword in the Smoke City camp? Why haven't you taught your skills to others? Is it because "our school's skills are never passed on to outsiders"?

Zhang Su disliked this kind of self-righteous behavior. Others who joined Tianma Island only needed to keep to their duties, but Zhao Kongkong was different. He had great abilities and responsibilities, and he would enjoy better treatment, but he had to show some real skills!

With a humble smile, Zhao Kongkong waved his hand after hearing Zhang Su's words: "Chief Zhang, you are mistaken. I am very willing to teach everyone kung fu, and I would teach you everything I know without any problem!"
In fact, when I first arrived at the Yancheng camp, I led everyone in sword practice. It's just a pity that the sword is the king of all weapons, and there's a saying that it takes three years to practice the saber, ten years to practice the spear, and a lifetime to practice the sword..."

"Master Zhao!"

Liu Tianji suddenly spoke up from the side, his expression strange, "If I remember correctly, it's three years to practice the knife, ten years to practice the sword, and a lifetime to practice the spear, right? Why did you switch the sword and the spear?"

Anyone who has read a few martial arts novels will be familiar with this kind of knowledge. Liu Tianji had been exposed to the novels of various famous authors in junior high school and immediately pointed out Zhao Kongkong's mistake.

“That’s right, I also remember the saying it’s about a ten-year swordsmanship. Master, you’re just flattering yourself. We Zhao people can’t do that!”

Zhao Dezhu waved his hands repeatedly with an upright expression.

"Haha." Zhao Kongkong wasn't embarrassed at all. He chuckled and said, "Ten years of swordsmanship is ten years of swordsmanship. In short, it's not a skill that can be mastered in a short time!"
After training them for a while, I had to give up. Let me put it this way: if all the kids in the camp had used longswords to fight the zombies, everyone in Smoke City would be dead!

No one objected; there was nothing wrong with what they said. There were too many techniques involved in using a longsword, making it difficult for ordinary people to master. It was nothing like the golden mace or the steel rod, which could be swung with great force!
Zhang Su nodded and said, "Alright, as long as you are willing to teach martial arts, our camp welcomes you. We'll discuss your specific duties when we get back. Let's focus on the present matters first!"

At this point, the members of LK Camp, Tongzhou Society, Qianlong Gang, and Yancheng Camp all left the aircraft carrier deck, leaving only the Wild Dog Camp members standing aside.

"Old Black... never mind, I'll just call you Black Fang. See if there's anything you want to take with you, zombies, carrier-based aircraft, food supplies, etc. Take your pick." Zhang Su looked at Black Fang; the name Old Black reminded him of Black Bear.

The people at Wild Dog Camp may seem unreliable, but they are the most outstanding group in this battle, and they have shown me great kindness, so I will naturally return the favor.

"No need, no need, I don't need anything..."

While making excuses and refusing, Black Fang mysteriously moved closer to Zhang Su and whispered in his ear, "King Yama, you came from Qincheng, didn't you?"

Zhang Su's mind raced, and he wondered if this guy had overheard his conversation with Lu Quanli.
He neither confirmed nor denied it, asking, "Why do you say that?"

"That guy with the bandage on his left arm, Yama saw him, didn't he? He recognized one of your legion's leaders... it's him."

Black Tooth didn't keep them in suspense and pointed at Guo Dachao.

Guo Dachao was chatting with Tan Huajun and Jia Shiqin about the electrical equipment on the aircraft carrier when he suddenly noticed someone pointing at him out of the corner of his eye. Looking closer, he saw the strange guy who was talking to the boss.

"Da Chao, come here for a second."

Seeing that Guo Dachao was paying attention to them, Zhang Su beckoned him over.

"Brother Su, what's wrong?"

"This friend is Black Fang, the boss of the Wild Dog Camp in Wafang City. One of his men knows you. Would you like to meet him?"

"Oh? Yes, of course I'll see you. You haven't mistaken me for someone else, have you?"

Guo Dachao was a little excited when he heard this. He looked at the crowd at the Wild Dog Camp. In his memory, he didn't have any friends in Wafang City. But maybe not. His elementary and middle school classmates were scattered all over the country and could go anywhere.

"Hu Guoba, come here!"

Black Fang turned and called his men to the crowd, gave a strange smile, and said, "Come on, tell us about your glorious deeds."

"hiss."

Guo Dachao looked at the middle-aged man in front of him and felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

"Boss Guo, hehe...it's me." Hu Guoba's face was dirty, and he smiled sheepishly, saying, "I can't pay back the money I owe you."

"Me, you... Mr. Yang?"

When the other person spoke, Guo Dachao recognized him instantly as soon as his voice and appearance overlapped with his memories!
"Is it really someone we know? Tell us what happened."

Zhang Su reached into his pocket and remembered that he had left his cigarette pack on the boat. In the blink of an eye, Hei Ya handed him a cigarette and very meticulously lit the lighter, protecting the flame.

"Hmph, Old Yang, you really are... You tell me, never mind, I'll say it!"

Guo Dachao shook his head with a helpless smile and said to Zhang Su, "Brother Su, you know I'm a car repairman. I used to run a repair shop on Minzu Road in Qincheng. This guy sells bicycles, and he's two shops away from me. He has a used X5 that he always gets maintained and repaired at my shop!"

After explaining the relationship between the two, Guo Dachao looked at Boss Yang, both angry and amused, and said, "I shouldn't have settled accounts with you regularly, Lao Yang. If I remember correctly, you still owe me more than 20,000 yuan, right?"

"Over 28,000 yuan, two maintenance services, a front bumper, and a tire, I remember..."

Mr. Yang rubbed his hands together, looking both disappointed and embarrassed.

(End of this chapter)