#358 - Chapter 358 The So-Called Big Meat

Cloud City.

A remote small town.

Here stands a slaughterhouse, its chimney puffing smoke.

On the third floor, in a room resembling an office, two people are in conversation.

"So, you're saying Old Lu and the others have gone missing!?"

A feminine voice, jarringly out of place, emanated from a man with delicate features; a sound that would unsettle most.

Opposite him sat a bald, burly man in an apron, having just finished his report.

They were none other than the effeminate youth and the bald giant named Biaozi, who had been producing 'big meat' here.

"Yes, we haven't heard from them in two days. Our men have specifically checked the location where they went out the day before yesterday, but found nothing! Either they ran away, or they're dead."

The bald giant grinned, revealing his uneven teeth, his tone slightly indignant.

As one of their own, whether they betrayed them and left, or were killed by people or zombies, it was an unpleasant outcome.

At the very least, they should have left their bodies behind to create value for them!

"Then tell the others to pay more attention! Find out if they ran away on their own or were taken out!"

"These past two days, we've sold twenty bodies of 'big meat' to forces in Shenzhen and Guangzhou. Our stock is running low! We need to quickly capture a new batch of survivors to replenish it!"

"I didn't expect the other forces to be so fond of our 'big meat'! After processing, marinating, and drying, most people can't tell the difference between it and ordinary cured or smoked meat. In the future, there will definitely be many forces willing to trade with us!"

"And even if others know what it is, so what? As long as they don't want to starve, someone will always be willing to eat it!"

"With this meat, we can exchange for more resources and weapons, so that we can develop and grow stronger! We can exchange for better places to live, live more comfortably, and recruit more people to work for us!"

The effeminate youth revealed a morbid smile.

A small green snake coiled around his left hand, while his right hand caressed a pistol at his waist. Combined with the smile on his face, he exuded an intense aura of evil!

His name was Pan Ziyu, and he was a rich second-generation heir in peaceful times.

His family owned a well-known restaurant in Cloud City with a long history.

Thanks to his decent family background, he had lived a relatively comfortable life since childhood.

Logically, he should have had a happy childhood.

However.

He had a problem.

A mental problem.

In junior high and high school, he would often suffer from mental breakdowns, suddenly harming classmates, resulting in expulsion and being confined at home.

Later, after treatment at numerous hospitals, and with the relentless efforts of medication and his family, he finally slowly recovered to a state where he could communicate with others.

His family continued to instill in him the idea of inheriting the family business, teaching him cooking and management, so that he could take over the family's restaurant in the future.

Under this predetermined life path, and occasional bouts of psychosis, he reached the age of thirty.

Originally, if there were no accidents, his life might have continued like this.

But.

Last year, the apocalypse suddenly arrived.

Everything changed.

His parents fell to the mouths of employees who had suddenly turned into zombies!

At that time, he was hiding in the attic of his house, watching his parents being devoured before his eyes!

At that moment, he felt the shackles that bound him disappear, and his spirit and soul were liberated.

A sense of ease and liberation swept through his body.

There was no one in this world he cared about anymore.

The world order had collapsed, and without the constraints of anyone or the law, he survived the initial chaos of the apocalypse and slowly persevered.

With this personality that didn't care about his own life and disregarded the lives of others, he began eating "big meat" in the early days of last year!

It was a taste he had never experienced before!

Pan Ziyu became deeply infatuated with this taste from his own kind.

His morbidity and madness were something that ordinary survivors couldn't associate with. After spending a period of solitude, he met this apron-clad giant.

This butcher, who often supplied meat to his family's restaurant in peaceful times, was thrilled to have found his tribe after seeing him ruthlessly kill and cook his own kind!

Kindred spirits!

The madness of Pan Ziyu and his perverted cooking skills for cooking big meat, made the giant actively follow him to survive in this world.

The two joined forces and soon built a group.

They were all survivors who had tasted extreme hunger.

Faced with the choice between death and survival, these people undoubtedly chose to eat their own kind.

It was a choice they had no choice but to make.

"Hehe, as long as they've tasted the flavor of big meat, they'll naturally order again!"

"I've already told the people below to find more survivors to bring back. We need to make and store more before the weather gets hot, so we can deal with those forces in the future."

The apron-clad giant touched his bald head and smiled smugly.

He was very satisfied with his current job.

Hearing the screams of the 'piglets' before they died, and personally producing 'big meat' to eat, that fascinating taste, and the recognition of other forces, all made him feel deeply comfortable.

This was recognition of his technique!

You need to know that after survivors die, they will mutate into zombies after a period of time.

There isn't much time left for others to operate.

And he, coupled with Old Pan's skills, was able to remove the unnecessary parts within half an hour of the survivor's death, and turn the edible parts into something that could be stored for a long time and did not contain toxins!

In this world, not everyone can eat "big meat" casually.

If not handled properly, what you eat is zombie meat.

"Hurry up and get some more stock. I'm going to Shenzhen the day after tomorrow, and I need to prepare at least 15 bodies!"

"If there are no survivors nearby, then tell the people below to expand the search area! They must find them as soon as possible! Otherwise, tell them to fill the quota themselves!"

Pan Ziyu licked his lips, letting the green snake crawl on his fingertips, enjoying the slippery, wriggling sensation, which fascinated him like coiling a piece of intestine.

These subordinates are really useless, they can't even find a few survivors.

If they don't complete the task properly.

Then hand over their bodies!

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Twenty or thirty kilometers away from this slaughterhouse.

There is a national highway here.

Some buildings are sparsely built on both sides, which doesn't seem to be developed. Weeds grow everywhere, and it looks desolate.

In a shop on the roadside with the words: "Chen Ji Tire Repair", a car is parked there, and several men are hiding aside, bored and waiting.

They seem to be chatting.

"Brother Hu, it's so remote here, will anyone come? If we don't complete Boss Pan's task today, what will we do when we go back?"

One of the men, with a thin face and two protruding front teeth, said worriedly.

"Why worry so much? Aren't you afraid of zombies? Dare to go into the city to find survivors? Or do you have other ways? If we really can't complete it, will Boss Pan eat us? If it really doesn't work, can't we run away?"

"Hey! Who doesn't know how to make big meat! As long as we catch more survivors to practice, I can make it too!"

Next to the buck-toothed man, a red-faced man who seemed to be the leader said nonchalantly.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and they don't dare to go to the prosperous urban areas, so they have to wait for rabbits on these national highways that are not very prosperous, but where survivors are more likely to pass by.

These two days they still need to complete the task of catching three survivors back!

(End of this chapter)