Chapter Twenty-Four: The Fierce Battle in the Exhibition Hall

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As she watched Mu Siyu’s suffering, Mute drove and asked, “If you’re still conscious, nod your head!”
Mu Siyu quickly nodded, her eyes filled with desperate pleading. She let out a few muffled sounds, then finally managed, hoarsely and in a low voice, “Kill… me!”
Mute’s heart leapt with joy. “You can speak!”
Trembling, Mu Siyu said, “Hurts…”
Mute touched her forehead and found it burning hot. When he touched her body, it was just as feverish. He tried to comfort her, “Hold on, maybe you really won’t turn into a zombie. You might even evolve!”
Hope flickered in Mu Siyu’s eyes. She gritted her teeth, suppressing her groans of pain and showing remarkable resilience.
The distance from Xinghui City to the southern district wasn’t far—especially given the sheer size of the Auto City. In just half an hour, Mute found their destination. By then, Mu Siyu’s body was utterly limp, slumped in the seat, but her trembling had ceased. Mute felt her forehead; the fever had broken. Likely, the virus had exhausted her strength. He got out, cradled her in his arms, and began searching for the “Puma” Wu Feng had mentioned.
Because Auto City was far from the urban center, there were few zombies around. Only a handful wandered aimlessly, but as soon as they caught Mute’s scent, they quickened their pace. Mute dared not linger—though he wasn’t afraid for himself, the delicate young woman in his arms was nothing like him.
By now, Mu Siyu had regained some clarity. “Are you looking for the ‘Puma’? You should head that way,” she said, pointing in the right direction. She had visited Auto City with friends before and was familiar with the area.
Mute was elated to hear her speak. “You’re all right?”
Held tightly in his strong arms, Mu Siyu inhaled his scent, feeling faintly intoxicated. She replied weakly, “I think I’m fine now—just completely drained.”
Mute said with relief, “That’s good. Do you feel anything different? Did you develop any new abilities?”
“Nothing special,” Mu Siyu replied. “My body and mind just feel incredibly clear—probably from sweating it all out.”
As they spoke, they reached the “Puma” showroom. Mute hurried inside, closing the reinforced glass door behind them. The showroom’s walls were transparent, but zombies relied on smell to find prey. As soon as Mute entered, the zombies outside lost track of him and circled the building without knowing how to get in.
But as soon as the door shut, a scream burst from Mu Siyu. Mute turned and saw three figures rising unsteadily from behind the service desk. Judging by their uniforms, they’d been showroom staff—but were now obviously zombies. Without hesitation, Mute drew the submachine gun Old Kong had given him and dispatched all three with a burst of fire.
Mu Siyu, regaining some strength, slipped from his embrace and stood up, her eyes lighting with surprise. “Look, there’s even a stretch ‘Puma’ here! Let’s take that one!”
Mute followed her gaze to the center of the showroom, where a “Puma” twice the normal length stood, looking almost like an armored vehicle.
Mu Siyu was thrilled. “We’re in luck—this is definitely a custom job for some rich client. It’s nearly ten million on the market, not just a limited edition, but the body is especially tough—rumored to be bulletproof!”
Inside, the vehicle was lavishly appointed, fully outfitted with a mini fridge, color TV, and more. The seating wasn’t the usual front and back arrangement; behind the driver and passenger seats, two rows faced each other with a thick carpet spread between—wide enough for two people to lie side by side. It was the picture of luxury.

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Mute was just as taken with the car and quickly ushered Mu Siyu inside, ready to make their escape. But Mu Siyu hesitated shyly. “I just sweated buckets—I feel filthy. I need to take a shower first!”
Mute teased, “Who says you smell? Even your sweat is fragrant!”
Mu Siyu blushed and laughed softly. “There’s a restroom behind the service desk—I’ll wash up there.”
Mute suddenly remembered something. “Wait, I’m not sure that’s safe. The river outside the city is polluted—even the fish have mutated. I’m afraid the water here might be the same.”
Mu Siyu replied, “The water outside is polluted, but the city’s purified water should still be safe.”
Mute grunted, “All right, go ahead.”
But Mu Siyu stayed rooted, looking at him. Mute was puzzled. “What’s wrong?”
Mu Siyu’s cheeks flushed. “I’m scared.”
Mute laughed heartily. “There shouldn’t be any zombies here. Still, I’ll go with you.” He led her behind the service desk.
This “Puma” was among the world’s most luxurious vehicles, and the showroom matched its grandeur—even the restroom was five-star, bright, and fully stocked with toiletries. For safety, Mute checked it thoroughly before letting Mu Siyu in and stood guard at the door.
As the sound of running water echoed from within, Mute’s mind drifted to the memory of Mu Siyu’s pale, alluring body in the warehouse. His heart fluttered.
Mu Siyu’s figure was sensuous and striking, her beauty dazzling—a true gift to any man. Compared to her, Qiao’er’s innocence was sweet and inviting, evoking a sense of conquest. The two embodied different kinds of allure. His thoughts turned to that wild night with Qiao’er, and a mysterious smile played at the corners of his lips.
The water stopped. Mute turned to see Mu Siyu step out, wrapped in nothing but a bath towel. Most of her fair, supple skin was exposed, her damp curls cascading to her shoulders. Bathed and refreshed, her crimson lips and white teeth were impossibly enticing.
Seeing Mute’s entranced gaze, Mu Siyu’s cheeks burned red. She approached, loosened her grip on the towel, and let her flawless body fall fully into view—graceful curves, a slender waist, and shapely hips. A surge of desire rushed through Mute, and he swept her up, carrying her swiftly to the “Puma” and gently tossing her onto the carpet inside, ready to pounce.
But Mu Siyu softly stopped him. “Wait,” she said, her eyes sparkling with tenderness. “Let me take care of you.”
One by one, she undressed him with gentle hands, pressing him down on the thick carpet, kissing him tenderly from head to toe, finally lingering between his legs. Mute felt a warm softness envelop him—he couldn’t help but moan in pleasure…
Time slipped by. Mu Siyu’s lovely face was soon beaded with sweat, a rosy flush spreading across her cheeks. Her dark hair flew wildly, her lips parting seductively. Tiny beads of sweat glistened on her smooth skin, making it even more alluring.
Basking in her soft embrace, Mute inhaled her fragrance greedily and smiled. “Do you like it?”
“I do,” Mu Siyu replied, lying atop his chest and feeling his strength. “Qiao’er told me about you two—that you went all night. I hardly believed her!”

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“What? She told you that?” Mute could hardly believe his ears. Had Qiao’er really shared something so intimate?
“Don’t be upset,” Mu Siyu said gently. “She felt sorry for me and suggested this—she thought if I pleased you, you’d help me find my old… find him. She also said you’re very capable in that regard and that I should be prepared.”
Mute could only laugh wryly. “So you two had this planned all along?”
Mu Siyu’s voice was soft. “Even if she hadn’t said anything, I knew you’d do the right thing—you’re not the kind to turn your back on someone. As long as you don’t mind my blemished past, that’s enough.” Then she added, “Actually, Qiao’er told me she was only able to be with you because Sister Yang Xiu advised her.”
“Yang Xiu? What does she have to do with this?” Mute was puzzled.
Mu Siyu smiled, “Qiao’er said you didn’t accept her at first. Yang Xiu told her: Mute is a capable man—only by staying close to him is there any hope in this chaotic world. She encouraged Qiao’er to sneak into your room.”
Mute recalled the night by the bonfire, when Yang Xiu had whispered to Qiao’er, who kept glancing at him shyly. So that was their scheme. With a chuckle, he said, “That Yang Xiu is a character. Her husband tried to trade her for food, but I respected their love and left her alone. And now she’s matchmaking for me in gratitude.”
Mu Siyu giggled. “Well, you are a capable man. Qiao’er even told me that if you were too much for me, she’d come help.”
“Help you? How?” Mute was bemused.
“Silly,” Mu Siyu blushed, lowering her voice to a whisper in his ear. “She’d serve you with me, of course.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that!” Mute exclaimed, delighted. Wasn’t this every man’s forbidden dream?
Mu Siyu’s cheeks flushed even deeper. “I don’t know what prompted her to make that offer—maybe you really were too much for her.”
“Heh! And what about you, can you handle it?” Mute teased, pressing her beneath him.
Mu Siyu cried out in mock alarm, “No, I can’t—I’ve done everything I can…” Her words dissolved into muffled moans, echoing softly in the air…