NABC Chapter 19 Conditions
Chapter 19 Conditions
"Hello, Mr. Han."
Li Yanmin bowed deeply as he entered the room, bending very low, and stood up straight when he stood up.
Han Yu's gaze swept over the man in front of him.
He had a buzz cut, a square face, a scar on his brow bone that slanted into his temple, and dark skin. He stood there with his feet naturally apart, shoulder-width apart, and his hands behind his back—a standard military stance.
"You're Li Yanmin?"
Han Yu's gaze passed over his shoulder and landed on the three women behind him, raising an eyebrow slightly.
The three were dressed fairly neatly, in black training uniforms, with their hair tied back and combat boots on their feet.
But Han Yu only glanced at them and could tell that the three of them were unsteady on their feet, had a loose center of gravity, and showed no signs of training whatsoever.
Especially the woman in the lead, who deliberately tried to imitate Li Yanmin's posture, but ended up with a completely different and awkward imitation.
With his arms crossed in front of his chest and his chin slightly raised, he exuded an air of worldliness that was hard to describe.
Han Yu scoffed inwardly. Someone like that, managed to get through the zombie horde and make it this far alive?
He glanced at Li Yanmin and thought more highly of him.
The fact that he managed to overcome three burdens along the way shows that his strength should not be underestimated.
"Yes, I am Li Yanmin." Li Yanmin answered crisply, his voice loud enough to echo throughout the living room.
"Who are these people?" Han Yu gestured with his chin toward the three women.
Li Yanmin stepped to the side and pointed to the woman at the head of the group, "This is Zhao Man." He then pointed to the second woman, "This is Sister Zhou." Finally, he pointed to the third woman, "This is Xiao Sun."
Han Yu listened without showing any expression.
His gaze lingered on Zhao Man's face for two seconds.
For example, right now, the woman in the lead is subtly flirting with North and South Korea.
Normally, Han Yu wouldn't mind having something happen between them.
After all, this kind of woman is still very feminine.
But now, Han Yu looks down on him.
If this were before the apocalypse, Han Yu wouldn't mind playing along with this kind of woman. After all, mature women like her have their own unique charm and know how to please men, saving him time and effort.
Han Yu withdrew his gaze, picked up the cup on the coffee table, and took a sip of water.
The apocalypse has only been going on for a short time, and there are plenty of young and beautiful girls outside waiting for him to rescue them. The heavy responsibility of procreation still weighs on his shoulders, and he has no interest in wasting his energy on these old hags.
Han Yu pondered to himself, but said aloud, "As expected of a professional team, it seems our safety is guaranteed." There was a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Li Yanmin, however, didn't notice and quickly nodded, "Yes, President Han, we are very professional, please rest assured!"
Before Li Yanmin could finish speaking, Zhao Man took half a step forward and spoke up, "Hello, Mr. Han, um... we ran out of food a few days ago, I don't know..."
She deliberately dragged out the last syllable, staring intently at Han Yu, waiting for him to respond.
Han Yu raised one eyebrow but remained silent.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Man added, "We really have run out of food. Could you give us some food first? Otherwise..."
"Otherwise what?"
He leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, and leisurely watched the woman.
He was curious to see what kind of farts this person could produce.
Zhao Man crossed her arms and said confidently, "Otherwise, we might not be able to provide you and your family with high-quality security services."
As she spoke, her gaze swept over Han Yu, then over Jian Chun and the Zhang sisters standing to the side, her eyes filled with assessment and scrutiny.
Looking at her like this, only one thought popped into Han Yu's mind.
What's in this woman's head? Is it a brain or poop?
His gaze turned to Li Yanmin.
Throughout the entire ordeal, the man stood by, neither stopping Zhao Man from speaking nor showing any sign of inappropriateness.
The other two women stood quietly behind Zhao Man, their expressions calm, as if they considered Zhao Man's words to be perfectly reasonable.
Han Yu's displeasure slowly surfaced.
He couldn't help but wonder, did this group of people come to seek refuge, or to rob us?
"Is this all you're asking for?" Han Yu asked Li Yanmin directly.
Li Yanmin opened his mouth: "President Han, we have indeed..."
Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Man interrupted again: "President Han, have you forgotten? We even spoke up for you in the group chat before, remember? Those people were giving us a really bad scolding. If we hadn't stood in front of you..."
She became more and more enthusiastic as she spoke, her hands moving from being crossed over her arms to being on her hips, her body leaning slightly forward, as if she were asking for praise and reward.
Han Yu raised his hand, interrupting her endless rambling.
He rested his elbows on his knees, leaned forward slightly, and curled a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth: "So what do you mean? Do you expect me to kneel down and thank you?"
Zhao Man hadn't expected him to be so direct. Her smile froze for a moment, but she quickly regained her arrogant expression: "No, no, no, that's not what we meant..."
"Yes, that's what we mean," Sister Zhou, who was standing next to her, suddenly spoke up.
"We helped you, so you have to help us back. You know, mutual help is reciprocal."
"Without us holding the line, the Survival Committee would probably have already got their hands on you, right, Mr. Han? You should know how to be grateful."
After hearing this, Han Yu leaned back on the sofa and stared at Zhao Man for a full five seconds.
The living room suddenly fell silent.
Han Yu smiled.
He smiled slowly, the corners of his mouth curving up little by little, his eyes revealing something indescribable.
It was as if he was playing with something, or as if he had suddenly come up with an interesting idea.
"Should I give you an award?"
Han Yu's tone suddenly changed, carrying a deliberately teasing tone. His eyes swept over Zhao Man from head to toe, as if he were looking at something ridiculous.
Zhao Man, however, took this as a sign of weakness, or more accurately, a signal of relenting.
Her attitude became increasingly arrogant, and she even raised her voice a few decibels: "That's not necessary. Just hand over the food, and we'll officially form an alliance!"
After hearing this, Han Yu leaned back on the sofa and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers.
An idea popped into his head.
Looking at Zhao Man's smug face and then at Li Yanmin, Han Yu suddenly felt that this matter had become interesting.
He sat up straight, clasped his hands on his knees, looked up at Zhao Man, and wore an innocent smile.
"Can."
Han Yu uttered two words in a very soft tone, so soft that even Jian Chun thought she had misheard him and turned her head sharply to look at him.
Zhao Man's eyes lit up instantly, and a smug look almost popped off her face.
"but……"
Han Yu emphasized those two words, paused, and slowly moved his gaze from Zhao Man's face to Li Yanmin's face, then back to Zhao Man.
"I have a condition..."