Chapter 7: Agreement

He reached for the card but didn't examine it immediately, instead swinging his bat again to brutally smash the head of the dumb level 1 zombie still hissing in a daze.

With that, the fight ended, and he couldn't help but exhale. Good, he had only spent 2 stamina points and gained 11 experience. Including before, his experience bar was now 15/20.

Memphis turned to look at Lionel and Amanda, who still bore expressions of fear and bewilderment, and calmly said:

"Chairman Hester, I want to resign."

In the blood-soaked room, the atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

This was something Memphis had wanted to say for years.

Lionel, who initially intended to praise Memphis out of habit, was taken aback when he heard this, his mouth twitching. He suppressed his anger and quickly put on a sincere smile:

"Memphis, you saved our lives, whatever you say goes. Isn't that right, Amanda?"

Lionel, being the director of a scam company, was extremely cunning and shameless. In that brief moment, he had thought of numerous possibilities and decided that, given Memphis's capabilities, he should first satisfy and appease him. He even roped Amanda into the conversation, trying to forge a connection.

Amanda, being both Lionel's secretary and mistress, understood his intentions clearly. She immediately suppressed her fear and confusion, giving a "professional" smile:

"That's right, Memphis, whatever you say goes. We've always been good friends."

She was even more direct than Lionel, deciding to strengthen her relationship with Memphis as much as possible. After all, she didn't believe Lionel could be as fierce in killing enemies as Memphis was.

Seeing the two of them exchange pleasantries, Memphis couldn't help but smile wryly. He realized he had underestimated their cunning before.

He had initially wanted to stir up some conflict so he could leave without any emotional burden. But given their tactful words, he couldn't go against his conscience and had to nod:

"Yes."

Few words, acknowledging a bit, but making no promises.

Then he immediately asked:

"Director Hester, Amanda, did you see the giant skull in the sky earlier?"

Lionel and Amanda were taken aback, then quickly responded:

"Yes, I saw it, and I heard the skull say something about a game..."

"Yes, yes, then my vision went white, and a few seconds later, Kieron and the others went crazy..."

Now they started to express their fear and confusion, recounting everything.

Memphis quietly listened to their recounting and then raised an eyebrow and asked:

"Did you get an attribute panel but no skills?"

Lionel and Amanda looked at each other and shook their heads.

Memphis pondered, thinking carefully. It seemed that the conditions "survive" and "level up" within a certain time were necessary to receive skill gifts. So, he was the only one with the so-called resource system panel and level-up capability. He raised the baseball bat and calmly said:

"The world has undergone some unknown transformation. I only know that killing zombies with this can increase experience, and with enough experience, one can level up and enhance their body. It was through these enhancements that I was able to fight the zombies."

He shared some information but didn't mention that leveling up could grant skills. After all, there were no zombies for these two to hunt right now.

He then showed the card in his hand and continued:

"Killing zombies can also drop some items, like this."

The card in Memphis's hand quickly conveyed mechanical information into his mind.

"Ding! Random item card, confirm usage?"

"Use."

Following his confirmation, the card suddenly shattered into a burst of light, then reformed into a long-handled machete with black hilt and red skull patterns, looking extremely sharp.

"Ding! Machete Lv2. Attributes: +2 strength, +1 agility. A sharp weapon."

Memphis felt a surge of joy, sensing that wielding the newly acquired scimitar made him a bit stronger. With this weapon, hunting zombies would be much easier.

Both Lionel and Amanda were speechless at the transformation they witnessed, fully convinced by Memphis's earlier explanation.

There was a hint of greed in Lionel's eyes. In this mutation, strength meant survival. However, he was wise enough not to reveal his thoughts, carefully saying:

"Memphis, if we use guns to kill zombies, will we also receive enhancements?"

Memphis raised an eyebrow and shook his head in response:

"I don't know. After all, I don't have a gun. Do you, Mr. Hester?"

Lionel quickly replied:

"Yes, I have a k54 with 12 bullets, but it's hidden in the security room."

Running a scam company, he naturally prepared a few illegal items but kept them well-hidden, avoiding storing them in his office to prevent additional charges if the police ever raided.

He quickly added:

"Memphis, if you can get that gun for me, I'll give you all this money."

As he spoke, Lionel pulled out thick stacks of cash from his desk drawer.

Amanda's eyes lit up slightly at the sight of the money.

She became Lionel's mistress not for love or lust, but for money.

Memphis immediately shook his head, refusing:

"Mr. Hester, I don't need money right now. However, I can retrieve the gun, but I want to use it. You know, fighting zombies is very dangerous, and I remember there are still two guards in the room who are likely dead by now."

Lionel hearing Memphis's refusal then gritted his teeth. He didn't immediately agree but asked instead:

"What are your plans next?"

Memphis calmly replied:

"First, I'll find my younger brother, gather some food, and then we'll head to the outskirts. The city is full of zombies, and I don't plan to stay here."

Lionel nodded at this:

"I can show you where the gun and ammunition are hidden and give you the company pickup truck keys. However, you must promise to take us with you when you escape and help me get back to Pinecrest to save my family."

Memphis's eyes lit up at this. A pickup truck would be excellent. Even if he couldn't drive, Lionel certainly could.

As for taking them along and saving their family, Memphis didn't find it too disagreeable. After some consideration, he agreed:

"Deal."