Virus King - Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Remember, From Now On, Call Me Master!

TL: YYang

June 14, 8:00 AM.

Only a 16 hours remained until the apocalypse fully erupted!

The atmosphere in the villa was oppressively tense.

Even though Chen Bai had meticulously arranged everything beforehand, he had not reappeared for a full day and night, leaving Song Ziqiong, who had grown accustomed to that man’s strength, feeling somewhat out of sorts.

Especially considering that, in less than a day, the world was about to undergo a massive upheaval, adding a sense of urgency to it all.

However, Song Ziqiong was not just any ordinary person.

Everything had already been arranged. In this time, she had moved quickly to liquidate assets and purchase a massive amount of supplies, as well as acquire the entire East Mountain Villa District.

At the same time, more than 500 robust men from the security division, along with an elite group of retired soldiers led by Leng Shuang as bodyguards, were already stationed atop East Mountain.

As for the families of these personnel, while it was impossible to ensure that every family member would kill a zombie themselves to prevent potential zombification, Song Ziqiong had done her utmost to protect them.

Using the manufacturing blueprint for the Zombie Virus Serum, she had produced a significant quantity of serum tablets.

This serum, which could be made using zombie blood, was something Song Ziqiong could easily acquire in large amounts, given her abilities, connections, and influence.

Although Chen Bai had previously mentioned that this serum could guarantee, with one hundred percent certainty, that anyone scratched by a low-level zombie would not transform, the virus outbreak triggered by the apocalyptic magnetic field surge would reduce its effectiveness.

Nonetheless, the serum would still have some degree of control and efficacy, which was better than nothing.

This was crucial to ensure that the most foundational team members could be truly loyal!

As for other supplies, they were even more prepared.

The next period would be the most grueling time of all.

The time of waiting.

Taking a glance at Chu Xin and Song Ge, who were both pretending to be calm but clearly felt anxious and stifled, Song Ziqiong remained silent. She merely smiled, dabbed her mouth, and slowly stood up.

Compared to them, Song Ge and Chu Xin’s concerns were different from her own.

Because just moments ago, she had received a special phone call.

That beautiful hostess from Jiangcheng was coming here to chat!

And as for the topic of conversation? Was there really any need to guess?

The fact that the other party was coming at all was already a clear signal of her intentions.

Seeing Song Ziqiong’s unconcerned demeanor, a trace of irritation flashed in Song Ge’s eyes.

Right now, she even felt a touch of disgust for this mother who had raised her with such hardship.

No wonder this woman had shown her true colors, like a black widow weaving her web, after the death of her father—a man whose face Song Ge could barely remember.

She had immediately taken control of the company, preventing any assets from slipping out of her grasp despite the wolves circling, and had kept all the power of the group firmly in her hands.

Then, the next thing she had done was change Song Ge’s surname to her own, making her take her mother’s family name.

All of these actions were proof of this woman’s ambition, her cold calculation—or perhaps, her selfishness…

And now, it was happening all over again!

What kind of woman acted like this!?

Did she think they were living in ancient times?

And as for that dog of a man!

The more Song Ge thought about it, the angrier she became, yet there was nothing she could do. She could only watch as the hostess who had appeared on TV walked through the courtyard and entered the villa.

Seeing Song Ge, who looked as sulky as a small dog with hyperthyroidism, Chu Xin tugged at her sleeve.

“Sister Song, didn’t you say earlier that you wanted Auntie Song to bring this Hostess Lu over?”

Song Ge shot a glare at the naive little nurse who couldn’t read the room, waved her hand dismissively, and stormed back to her room.

The world was already changing; why were people around her becoming so strange too?

How annoying! Zombies, viruses, the apocalypse—what a mess!

Miss Song had no time to bother with Song Ge’s grievances.

Seeing Lu Li arriving once again, Song Ziqiong sipped her morning coffee, her slender waist accentuating a bust that seemed comically disproportionate to her frame. Despite being fully covered, with not a hint of skin exposed, Lu Li couldn’t help but feel a pang of inferiority.

This woman was a genuine enchantress.

In ancient times, she’d be the kind of beauty that brought down empires.

Song Ziqiong didn’t care about other people’s opinions:

“Miss Lu, so you’ve finally made up your mind?”

Lu Li pursed her lips.

Indeed, she had made up her mind.

Because, in the past few days, something else had happened.

A relative of hers, who wasn’t in great health, had been keeping to themselves since the virus outbreak began. But last night, in the dead of night, all three members of that family had suddenly turned into those bloodthirsty creatures.

She didn’t want to end up like that.

For Lu Li, a hostess with one foot reluctantly in the entertainment industry, dealing with certain unspoken expectations was nothing new. Forget the murky waters of show business—even within her broadcasting station, bending to people’s whims was not something to hide.

Of course, that only applied when the man’s identity could be publicly acknowledged.

But, in an era where social norms were growing ever more liberal, such things were truly no big deal.

Still, she didn’t want to become a hideous monster, and she didn’t want her parents to either.

So, she had come here. She remembered that powerful man from two days ago, someone whose strength had exceeded anything she could have imagined.

With that kind of power and capability, surely he must have a way to deal with the zombie virus, right?

Surely.

So, under Song Ziqiong’s gaze, Lu Li let out a slow breath and finally spoke:

“I don’t want to die. I don’t want my parents to die. If you can help me, I’ll do whatever you say. Or rather… whatever he says.”

Song Ziqiong smiled faintly.

Rising to her full height, her 175 cm frame was no less impressive than Lu Li’s. Standing up made her viewpoint even more commanding and high above.

She relished this feeling.

This power to control another’s fate—

It was far clearer than before the apocalypse.

After all, submission, desperation, or death were rare experiences in the modern world.

The thrill of standing above others like a queen was exquisitely intoxicating.

She slowly walked over to Lu Li. Her eyes, with an unusual violet hue, locked onto Lu Li’s face, and with a smile, she said, “Who is this ‘he’ you’re talking about? From now on, remember to use a different title.”

Lu Li was taken aback, her gaze momentarily dazed, but she instinctively asked, “A… different title?”

Song Ziqiong withdrew her gaze. Just like two nights ago, when Chen Bai had gently caressed her face, she now reached out to stroke the exquisite cheek of Lu Li, the beautiful hostess of Jiangcheng.

“From now on, remember to call him Master.”