Chapter 222:

After Xiao Yizi explained her reason for wanting the overalls, Liang Yu thought for a moment, but ultimately did not give them to her.

This left Mu Yunxi a little disappointed.

However, Liang Yu’s words quickly gave her hope again.

“Xiao Yizi, I can’t give you these overalls just yet.”

“Because it will take some time to custom-make them for you, I’ll bring them to you once they’re ready.”

Mu Yunxi was very happy to hear that Liang Yu was going to custom-make them for her.

“Thank you, Brother-in-law.”

“Then, Brother-in-law, don’t you need to take measurements for custom-making?”

Liang Yu already had an answer in his mind for this.

“Your sister already gave me the measurements, so you don’t need to worry about that.”

“However, Xiao Yizi, have you experienced any discomfort these past two days?”

“Or do you have any other daily necessities you need?”

“Like your sister’s e-sports room, for example.”

However, in Mu Yunxi’s eyes, this action seemed more like a test for herself.

After Mu Yunxi pondered for a moment, he did indeed have something he needed.

This time, Mu Yunxi wasn’t embarrassed at all; instead, she wanted to see Liang Yu’s awkwardness.

“Since Brother-in-law said so, I really am missing one thing.”

“I’m sure Brother-in-law also knows that we always have those few uncomfortable days each month when you tell us to drink more hot water, right?”

“So I want some sanitary napkins.”

Mu Yunxi stared intently at Liang Yu’s face at this moment, wanting to see the expression she hoped for.

But it was clear she underestimated the thickness of Liang Yu’s skin; Liang Yu felt nothing in his heart, and even wanted to laugh.

Although the person opposite him was his Xiao Yizi, it didn’t mean Liang Yu couldn’t retaliate.

“Xiao Yizi, when did you come?”

“Now?”

“If you need it, Brother-in-law can ask your sister to personally help you change them.”

“Of course, if you want Brother-in-law to change them for you, I don’t mind either.”

At this moment, Mu Yunxi saw Liang Yu fumble under the chair for a while, and when he pulled his hand out, he had a pack of the sanitary napkins she needed.

Disregarding Liang Yu’s teasing, she snatched them and ran out of the driver’s cabin.

With the person who disturbed his rest gone, Liang Yu continued to recline on the driver’s seat with his legs propped up, not forgetting to pull out his handheld console.

The RV traveled for about two hours, and no one disturbed Liang Yu along the way, which made him thoroughly enjoy the rare leisurely time.

However, his leisure disappeared once the RV drove into a Small County along the national highway.

At this time, the snow on the county roads had already melted, and there were many scattered people on the streets searching for supplies.

Upon closer inspection, each of them looked sallow and thin, clearly suffering from malnutrition.

But everything is relative; if some people are living so miserably, then there must be others living much more comfortably than them.

The reason Liang Yu dared to say this wasn’t because of himself, but because he saw three people on the right side of the street.

Although their clothes were not very clean, their complexions were much better than those of the people nearby.

At first glance, Liang Yu knew that these three were not good people.

To have survived the cold wave, they likely received ‘help’ from many people’s sacrifices.

He could be so certain that they hadn’t survived the cold wave by hoarding their own supplies based on their clothing.

If they had truly relied on their own hoarded supplies to get through it, they certainly wouldn’t be dressed like this.

As Liang Yu scanned them, the Survivors on both sides of the street were also paying attention to the RV entering the county.

However, no one was committing robbery in broad daylight at this moment.

After all, the temperature had already returned to normal, and no one would be so foolish as to commit a crime openly.

But as the RV slowly drove in, almost everyone paid some attention to the vehicle.

Some even brazenly followed behind the RV; their intentions were obvious without needing to guess.

At this moment, Liang Yu lowered the car window, holding a revolver in his hand, and fired six shots into the sky outside the window.

The sudden gunshots from the RV had some effect, scaring away many of the petty criminals.

But merely firing warning shots couldn’t deter some desperate individuals; those who were following continued to follow.

Just then, the RV stopped, which left the people following behind somewhat at a loss.

They were still wondering what the owner intended to do, and as they thought, they saw a person get out of the RV.

This person was not very tall, dressed in rather tasteless clothing, but he was holding a submachine gun.

What was even more alarming was that this person, who had no taste, raised the submachine gun in his hand and pointed it at them.

These people now had only one thought in their minds.

Run!!!

As they turned to scatter and run into the nearby alleys, Mario pulled the trigger on this group of people.

Da! Da! Da! Da! Da! Da!

After a round of sweeping fire, most of the people who were at the very front had basically no chance of survival.

The others, with the cover of human shields, successfully ran into the alleys.

Liang Yu did not let Mario continue the chase at this point; it was enough to simply demonstrate his capabilities.

If anyone else wanted to target him, they would have to weigh whether they were qualified enough.

As Mario was about to get back into the car, a rather weak voice came from a house on the upper left.

“Liang Yu?!”

“Liang Yu, is that you in the car!”

These words naturally reached Liang Yu’s ears.

He also looked in the direction of the voice; he had no impression of this place.

There shouldn’t be anyone he knew, but since the other party could accurately call out his name, he had to meet them no matter what.

However, Liang Yu didn’t open the window and stick his head out; instead, he pressed against the car window glass and looked up.

He didn’t see the person who called out, so he told Mario to go upstairs and check the situation.

But just as Mario turned around, Liang Yu saw a man and a woman coming down the staircase next to them.

The man walked in front, clearly very fearful of Mario, who was holding a submachine gun.

The woman hid behind the man, also looking at Liang Yu in the RV.

But Liang Yu had no impression of the man; his greasy, messy hair almost covered the upper half of his face.

Liang Yu found it difficult to recognize the man just by his voice.

“Excuse me, your hair is covering your face, I couldn’t see clearly who it was for a moment.”

Hearing Liang Yu’s reply, the man was visibly relieved and grabbed the hair from his forehead.

“Liang Yu, it’s me!”

“Hou Jun.”

“Your former colleague, I left three months after I started.”

Hou Jun, Liang Yu tried to recall after hearing this name.

It seemed there was indeed such a person, but in Liang Yu’s memory, the two of them didn’t have much interaction.

Any interaction was limited to work-related handovers; their relationship wasn’t close, they were merely colleagues.