Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 939: Chapter 924: Ambush Battle (10)

The night gradually deepened, but the revelry of the Japanese students continued unabated. No one knew when it would end. Yet for Old Xu and his team, the party had to finish before they could start the operation.

"These scoundrels really know how to make a fuss!" Lei Tong commented, still savoring the aroma of the noodles he had just finished. He and Demmi had a delicious feast tonight, as Old Xu and Derek had already had dinner in the car, so they shared the instant noodles.

Old Xu had a stern expression; he didn’t worry about how long the Japanese students would party, but he couldn’t tolerate the Huaxia girls being defiled.

Yet for the greater good, Old Xu had no choice but to watch everything unfold. This was undoubtedly a torment for a soldier of steel.

Luckily, Old Xu had provided the Japanese students with a lot of alcohol this time, and it was all high-proof Baijiu without exception.

Thus, under the "stimulation" of Huaxia Baijiu, these Japanese students quickly lost their basic ability to think.

Around 10 p.m., the festive revelry finally came to an end, and Japanese students started to leave the room one after another.

Old Xu carefully observed each student’s landing spot. He needed this information to prepare for the next action.

Especially Watanabe; as long as he confirmed his residence for the night, Old Xu could capture him first in the upcoming operation.

However, everything has two sides: the advantage of Baijiu was making the Japanese students drunk, but the drawback was that most students stayed in the classroom.

This included Watanabe, whom Old Xu originally planned to "catch the leader first," but at least 20 minutes after the party ended, he did not see Watanabe leave the classroom.

After about another ten minutes, the noisy classroom gradually quieted down, replaced by the sound of snoring.

No doubt, the Japanese students entered a dream state after the alcohol "baptism" and intense "exercise."

But Old Xu still didn’t act; he remained crouched by the bed, closely monitoring the outside.

He waited for the night to deepen, for midnight to arrive, for all the Japanese students to fall asleep, for the best moment to act.

At this moment, the most nervous were Demmi and Derek, as Old Xu had not assigned them tasks, leaving them unsure of what to do.

They huddled together in their separate room, silently praying for smooth operations tonight.

Finally, after more than two hours of torment, the night was fully shrouded in darkness.

With building obstructions, the entire school premises revealed a hint of the "eerie horror college."

Old Xu lowered the curtains and gathered Lei Tong and Derek together, then whispered instructions: "I will go and scout now; you stay inside."

After speaking, Old Xu didn’t wait for a reaction but opened the door and left.

To achieve the desired effect, he deliberately made noise while pulling the door latch, aiming to test the alertness of the Japanese students.

Yet despite Old Xu wobbling his way back from the restroom, not a single Japanese student stepped out to question him.

"How did it go, Old Xu, them?"

Old Xu had just stepped into the room when the anxious Derek hurriedly inquired.

Old Xu naturally understood the young man’s concerns. He reassuringly patted Derek’s shoulder and laughed, "No one came out to check. I think our liquor has worked its charm."

Old Xu’s playful words slightly eased Derek’s worried heart.

After all, in previous nights, Derek often ran into Japanese students while using the restroom. Now, Old Xu’s prolonged outing without issues meant a great convenience for tonight’s surprise attack.

No doubt, these Japanese students were entirely engrossed in the "sugar-coated" trap set by Old Xu and his team.

But the cautious Old Xu still didn’t move. He continued to wait for another half an hour until midnight struck. After ensuring that the Japanese students weren’t alerted by his restroom trip, he finally issued the directive to proceed.

Slowly approaching the window, Old Xu instructed Lei Tong, "If a Japanese student comes to check, try to stall them, then use this to notify me."

After speaking, Old Xu picked up the long rope connected by the curtain fabric from earlier evening. Demmi was initially puzzled, thinking: using such a thin rope for safety might be overconfidence.

But now, after listening to Old Xu’s explanation, she finally understood his intention.

It turned out the rope was never intended for protection. According to Old Xu, he planned to take the thin rope to the rooftop, and if there was any disturbance below, Derek could alert him by pulling the rope.

This way, it ensured communication between both sides while effectively avoiding noise differences that might attract the attention of the Japanese students or zombies outside, making it an excellent solution.

After explaining, Old Xu tied the rope to his wrist, to ensure he would receive reminders from below promptly should a situation arise.

"Captain! Be careful!" Lei Tong blurted out with concern as Xu Renjie prepared to leave.

Old Xu solemnly nodded and gently patted Lei Tong’s shoulder before stepping to the window.

With the window open, the piercing cold wind rushed in, making Demmi shiver.

Seeing his lady freezing, Derek quickly stretched his hand to bring Demmi into his embrace. Meanwhile, Old Xu had disappeared from the window.

Along the window sill, Old Xu slowly moved sideways and continued along the protruding edge of the wall.

The wall edge was only about 5 cm, and Old Xu could only fit his toes on it.

This was a significant test of Old Xu’s climbing skills and psychological resilience; any mistake could lead to a deadly fall.

The northern wind continuously tore at Old Xu’s coat like sharp knives, quickly freezing his face and hands.

However, Old Xu was unfazed by this. Long accustomed to such conditions, he steadily progressed and finally reached his target: the drainpipe.

These were results Old Xu had meticulously observed and confirmed before action, using every outdoor opportunity to plan the ascent.

And through his observation, this drainpipe was the best tool to climb to the top floor of the teaching building.

Thus, after attaching himself, Old Xu climbed swiftly toward the rooftop like a Spiritual Monkey, his movements perfectly coordinated. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this work, you’re welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com) with recommendation votes or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read at m.qidian.com.)

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