Chapter 106 Quentin’s Past


    “Are you here to rescue us?!”


    Seven people stood there. Among them were two twin boys around thirteen or fourteen years old, three elderly folks with graying hair, a heavily pregnant youngdy, and a middle-aged man.


    The middle-aged man was the only one who seemed capable ofbor. However, he was not the leader of the group. He simply stood quietly behind the elderly, the young, and the pregnant, just like an obedient


    servant.


    Theresa found theposition of this particr group to be rather bizarre. In the current apocalyptic world, the old were too old and the young were too young. It was a miracle that they had even survived at


    all.


    “What took you so long?! Hurry up and get us out of here!” The oldest woman in the group barked angrily Seeing that Theresa was holding a gun, she immediately assumed Theresa was part of the military and began issuing orders without restraint. Her tone was extremely grating on the nerves. It was as though she were talking to servants at her every beck and call.


    Before Theresa even had time to get annoyed, another voice cut into the fray.


    “Grandma! Look at who’s with her!” One of the young boys shouted loudly. “It’s that b*stard born of the homewrecker!”


    “It’s really him! Why isn’t he dead yet?” The other boy chimed in. “What’s he doing here?”


    “Get rid of him, Grandma! Just looking at him makes me sick! A b*?tard like that will just taint my vision!”


    In that instant, every gaze in the room shifted past Theresa andnded on Quentin, who was standing half-hidden in the shadows.


    Pulling the baseball cap low over his face, Quentin lowered his head with a small and wryugh. He seemed to recognize these people.


    “Hey, Beautiful, why don’t you go upstairs and gather the supplies? I know these people. And I would like to handle them myself.”


    Theresa met Quentin’s single eye and nodded her agreement, respecting his decision. But as she turned to leave, the old woman who had spoken earlier stepped in front of her.


    “Where do you think you’re going?! You’re not allowed to leave!


    “That man… Is he your teammate? What kind of people have you been recruiting? How could you allow trash like him into your group? Get rid of him!


    “I’ll have you know, the biggest real estatepany in Ansford belongs to the Kerr family! Not to mention, my youngest son is the deputy governor of Branford. You’ll be well rewarded if you rescue us from this ce and bring us to them!”


    “Grandma, I want to leave this ce! I want to eat chicken cutlets! I don’t want to stay here anymore!”


    “Me too! I want to y my video games again! I haven’t logged in for ages! Wait-tell her to charge my phone first!”


    “Alright, alright,” the old woman cooed, soothing her two precious grandsons. Then, she turned back to Theresa and continued, “You heard them. Start making the arrangements! Don’t make my grandsons suffer any longer! What’s more, make sure you get rid of that filthy pest! The Kerr family does not tolerate such disgraceful scum.”


    Listening to the slew of insults, Quentin’s head dipped even lower under the brim of his baseball cap. At the same time, the bitter smile on his face grew darker and sharper.


    Click! The chilling sound of a gun being loaded suddenly echoed throughout the room.


    He looked up in disbelief, only to see Theresa raising her gun and pressing the cold muzzle right against the old woman’s mouth in the dim light. A cold andnguid voice immediately followed.


    “Who are you calling scum, huh? Those under me are not for you to insult!”


    Theresa stood her ground, looking every bit the bandit she appeared to be. That was because, quite frankly, a bandit was exactly what she was! She had no regard for rules. It was in her nature to be rebellious, reckless, selfish, and fierce. However, she was also fiercely protective toward those she considered family. She would protect those she epted under her wing to the bitter end.


    Those rules applied, even for Quentin. It didn’t matter that she didn’t fully trust him or that she didn’t truly consider him part of her family-no one was allowed to nder him. No one!


    She jammed the icy muzzle of her gun right against the old woman’s mouth threateningly.


    Behind her, Quentin watched the scene unfold in astonishment. His single human eye peeking out from beneath the cap began to shine with a strange light at the sight.


    On the opposite side, the group stood frozen in terror. The pregnant woman cowered in the arms of the middle-aged man. They quickly pulled back from the group, inserting some distance between themselves. and the others.


    Meanwhile, the two teenage boys continued to yell obnoxiously.


    “We’re not wrong! His mother was a filthy mistress who seduced our dad!”


    “Both mother and son were no different from beggars, constantly leeching off our family for money! He even went to prison! He was sent to juvenile detention at thirteen, having done every lowlife trick in the book! There is no such garbage in our family!”


    “If you touch a single hair on our heads, our uncle will definitely teach you a lesson!”


    “You’re no different from him! You’re just a b*tch too!”


    Bam! One of the boys was sent flying by a kick from Quentin.


    After sending the boy sprawling to the ground, Quentin turned to Theresa with a mocking smile. “Leave this ce to me, Beautiful. There’s no need for you to dirty your own hands.”


    Upon hearing those words, Theresa retracted her gun with a click and turned to leave without a word. She had just reached the second floor and started gathering the supplies when she heard the sharp screams erupting from downstairs.


    “Ahhh! Grandma! He’s a zombie!”


    “That b*stard is a zombie!”


    “Kill him, quick!”


    “Ahhh! N-No! D-Don’t bite me! Go bite someone else!”


    “Oh, no! Grandma, you’ve been bitten!”


    “Stay away from me, Grandma!”