The most ruthless person in the apocalypse

Chapter 1205: Reading people accurately
Elder Zong did not believe that Zhang Su's words had any hidden meaning, and said to himself, "Not only can he not compare to me, I can say with certainty that if he were to fight her to the death, he would definitely be the one to fall in the end."

Elder Zong subtly gestured between Zhao Kongkong and Ju Wuying.

As if sensing something, Tachibana Mai-sakura suddenly turned around to look at Elder Zong.

"Wow, little girl, you have such keen senses!"

Elder Zong was surprised to be discovered, coughed, and looked away.

"Elder Zong's evaluation of her was quite high."

Zhang Su shook his head at Ju Wuying, meaning it was nothing...

"Although she is a Japanese woman, which I don't particularly like, one must be objective when judging martial arts skills. Potential is potential. She has a calm and focused mind, and such people are often very clear about what they are pursuing!"

Elder Zong nodded affirmatively.

Zhang Su was somewhat surprised; Elder Zong's ability to judge people was truly accurate. So he asked, "Then, Elder Zong, can you tell which of my brothers has the greatest potential?"

Elder Zong knew that the brothers Zhang Su was referring to were the people who were participating in training on the aircraft carrier today.

He stroked his beard, closed his eyes in thought, and pointed to the busy figures: "That little boy, and him, and that little girl, as long as they put in the effort, they will have good growth."

Following Elder Zong's finger, Zhang Su saw Chen Hanzhou, Lu Yubo, and Pang Dakun, while the little girl was Yu Ziyan.

"The remaining people are mostly the same, and some of them are quite talented in special fields, so they don't have to stick to traditional martial arts."

Zhang Su nodded thoughtfully, pointed to Hong Laosi who was busy in the crowd, and said, "That uncle, he has inherited the Hong family's stick fighting style, and he performs it quite well."

"He has accumulated a lot of experience and is likely to achieve great things later in life. However, like the previous guy, he loves to meddle in other people's business. If he doesn't get rid of this bad habit, things will be difficult for him!"

Elder Zong's comments were spot on, and Zhang Su couldn't help but admire him. Although this old fellow was ruthless and didn't care about family ties, he was really good at judging people. He was just very tight-lipped and never said anything!
"The people from LK camp are here. Let's talk later and get things done first."

During the conversation, a medium-sized cargo ship from the LK camp sailed past the aircraft carrier. Its two-hundred-meter length seemed rather delicate, but when it approached the berth, it still exuded a sense of oppression.

Unlike the operational procedures at the Yancheng camp, the cargo ships at the LK camp simply berthed, seemingly full of confidence, but the result was...

Thump, clang, splash...

Unexpectedly, the crew at LK camp were not very skilled. They miscalculated the distance and failed to salvage the situation, causing the cargo ship to crash directly into the berth, creating a splash!
The noise silenced the entire port instantly. Even the wounded soldiers who were lying down waiting for their medicine were stunned. They were like frightened birds, thinking that Qincheng Port had been attacked!
*Crack! Crack!*

Seawater was crashed onto the harbor, and broken ice was everywhere...

The cargo ship tilted slightly, but fortunately it was not seriously damaged. After rocking back and forth, it finally stabilized. The crew members quickly lowered the mooring lines, and it took quite a bit of work.

"Damn it, these guys are useless! They can't even stop the boat properly!"

A furious curse rang out from the deck.

The minor accident didn't cause the ship to capsize, but it did cause some damage to the berths in the port. The concrete piers were smashed, and pieces of concrete fell into the sea.

"Like leader, like soldiers..."

Hearing Old K's roar, Zhang Su smiled helplessly. The boss had such a rough personality, so his subordinates were just as carefree.

After the docking was complete, Old K was the first to slide down the ladder. He saw Zhang Su standing more than ten meters away, so he ran over, accidentally slipping and falling along the way.

Upon approaching, he clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Old K from Weicheng has brought 1,225 survivors from his camp to seek refuge with King Yama."

"You came, fine, but you even set off a celebratory cannon salute. You're responsible for fixing the damage!"

Zhang Su pointed to the wrecked berth, his tone devoid of blame, his eyes observing the other party and the LK camp members who were disembarking one after another.

Unlike the survivors in the Smoke City camp who were in such a sorry state, the survivors from Wei City were only somewhat exhausted and did not seem to have encountered a direct attack.

"Of course, of course, we don't need Yama to give orders, we'll definitely handle this!" Old K rubbed his hands awkwardly, the burly man couldn't remember the last time he'd been so obsequious.

"People outside call me Yama, but we shouldn't call ourselves that by our own people. Black Bear calls me Chief Zhang, so you should too."

Zhang Su patted Old K's arm.

"Alright, Chief Zhang, hey, I'm off..."

Old K suddenly exclaimed. He glanced around and suddenly noticed a row of tank cannons parked neatly on the other side of the port. The thick, long cannon barrels gleamed with a dark metallic light, looking quite imposing!
"I knew it! We'd be safe once we reached Qincheng Port. Chief Zhang was prepared all along, arranging so many howitzers! You have no idea how badly we were chased along the way. If we'd been dozens of nautical miles further, those bastards at the Laoshan camp would probably have bombed us!"

Old K recalled the 300-kilometer journey and felt utterly exhausted.

"Our camp isn't here. This is just a military port, so it's perfectly normal for it to be guarded with weapons."

Zhang Su naturally wouldn't tell the other side that those self-propelled howitzers looked impressive, but actually didn't have a single shell...

He continued, "The port is not a place to stay for long. You don't need to move supplies. I will arrange for someone to take care of it. Once the wounded in Yancheng have been treated, we will all return to the camp together!"

I've already arranged for the logistics department to prepare accommodations for you, but once you arrive, you'll need to tidy up yourselves.

Old K may have a rough exterior, but he is actually very perceptive. He understood the meaning behind Zhang Su's words as soon as he heard them.

"Alright, I'll follow Chief Zhang's arrangements. I'll go organize it right away."

Since we chose to seek refuge on Tianma Island, we naturally had to hand over our supplies. This was all expected, so there was nothing to say. We readily agreed and then began making preparations. We still had to bring some personal belongings with us.

Although there were many people at the port, it was not chaotic.

The people at LK camp boarded and disembarked from the cargo ship, packed their belongings, and prepared to head to their new home.

Miraculously, all the wounded at the Yancheng camp recovered, except for two who couldn't hold on and died by the time they reached port, beyond saving...

The injured survivors experienced a miraculous transformation; their physical pain vanished, instantly erasing their fear and sense of distance from the unfamiliar territory.

These scenes were also witnessed by the people in the LK camp, who were amazed and felt a sense of relief.

They could heal various serious injuries in a very short time. They didn't know what kind of methods Tianma Island had, but judging from the attitude of the Tianma Island members, this kind of thing was not surprising!
This is their source of confidence in the face of a cruel apocalypse.

Unlike the last time when people from Tongzhouhui and Wild Dog Camp arrived at the port, this time shuttle vehicles were arranged in advance, including pickup trucks, vans, and large trailers. Some vehicles could carry seven or eight people, while others could carry over a hundred!
Nobody cares about the comfort of the ride; wheels are always better than two legs. People inside box trucks and containers actually feel quite fortunate—there's shelter, and it's not cold…

The survivors in the pickup truck were good at comforting themselves: it was a bit cold, but there was a panoramic sunroof, so they could enjoy the scenery of Qincheng.

Some people were left behind to handle the aftermath at the port, while the remaining two thousand-plus people were transferred to Tianma Island in a grand and bustling manner.

"With such a grand procession, aren't you afraid of being attacked by zombies along the way?"

"Why are you worrying? If the King of Hell dares to make such arrangements, wouldn't he have thought of these things?"

"I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to go back to Yancheng..."

As the lights of the harbor receded into the distance, the people who had come from the Jiaozhou Peninsula were filled with mixed emotions.

Everything was perfect when we arrived at Qincheng Port. What was imperfect was what happened on the Jiaozhou Peninsula. The sound of gunfire and the inevitable departure were always accompanied by regret and pain.

Without the illumination of the harbor lights, the surroundings gradually fell into darkness, leaving only the light from the car headlights.

Looking at everything that was both familiar and strange, it seemed like the outskirts of cities in China were all pretty much the same, but they knew that everything was different from before.

We've traveled this route back to Tianma Island from the port many times. The zombies in the villages along the way have been mostly cleared out. There might be a few trapped in some corner, but they won't affect the main group at all.

(End of this chapter)