Picking up Attributes in the Apocalypse

Yang Hao looked at the shouting boy coldly, swinging the titanium-chromium alloy knife in his hand, and the dragon shadow on it, leaving phantom shadows in people's eyes.

Those who wanted to talk closed their mouths after seeing his posture.

When Yang Hao saw no one talking, he was not excited, and moved forward slowly.

The students in the hall are incompetent, otherwise they will not be in a more dangerous place.

Near the west are ten private rooms, which were once used by wealthy students.

Very often, teachers will come here to add meals.

According to the skills of the three physical education students, they should be able to reach the second floor to see if there are any.

Many students have chapped lips, sweating all over, and their eyes have no gleam.

I thought it would last a long time in the cafeteria, but I didn't know it would be more expansive and more people.

If someone is infected with the t virus, there is nowhere to escape!

food?

There is indeed a lot of food in the canteen, but it is basically transported once every three to five days, and it will not store too much.

Not to mention water resources and so on.

Yang Hao wouldn't be inclined to a place like a cafeteria anyway, it was not safe.

Holding a titanium-chromium alloy knife, when walking to the first private room, the door opened.

Walked out a arrogant young man wearing a white suit and a big back.

Seeing Yang Hao, with a big smile on his face, he said:

"Mr. Yang, welcome, are you here to rescue us? Please go into the private room and talk about it!"

The young man stretched out his hand to stop Yang Hao's path, and greeted him familiarly.

"Mr. Yang Hao, it's just time to come. We're tired of playing here, and it's time to leave. If you take us away, you will enjoy the two school flowers inside. They are the best among women!"

In the private room, there is a person wearing black casual clothes, a gold Rolex watch on his wrist and an obsidian necklace on his neck.

No matter how you look at it, they are all rich second-generation, especially rich sons.

Following him were two majestic men in black suits, looking at Yang Hao with fierce faces.

It seems that if he doesn't agree, he will teach him well.

Yang Hao swept over the two elder brothers, and already knew who they were, Chu Xiang and Luo Huantian, two of the four richest two generations.

The heirs of the two very famous big groups in Jiangzhou City were not here to go to school at all.

The school flower inside is probably a gold-worship girl, willing to be played.

If it were four days ago, Yang Hao could not provoke others at all, and both bodyguards would easily teach him a lesson.

But no one can control him now.

Therefore, facing the invitation of two people, there is only one cold word:

"roll!"

When the sound fell, everyone on the scene trembled.

Especially the ordinary students gathered around, did not expect a teacher to dare to provoke the super rich second generation.

You must know that they not only have countless money, but also hateful means, and there are also two powerful thugs with Kong Wu.

I can occupy a private room because of two bodyguards.

Although they think Yang Hao is great, no one is great for a zombie without an IQ.

Chu Xiang's face suddenly became gloomy.

Entering Jiangzhou Vocational College, even the principal gave him a bit of face, and a resident steward scolded him, wouldn't it be a death!

The corners of his mouth raised, and said with disdain:

"Fuck? Hahaha, Yang Hao, I allow you to organize your language and talk to me again? Believe it or not, I will call you out of Jiangzhou University!"

He doesn't feel apocalyptic at all, with bodyguards around him, beautiful women in his arms, food when he is hungry, and sleeping when he is sleepy.

Thinking that he was in control, he threatened Yang Hao.

Luo Huantian, who was next to him, smiled contemptuously, hooked his finger backwards, and signaled that the bodyguard was ready to take action and teach others.

He doesn't even bother to argue.

"Huh, rubbish!"

Yang Hao didn't bother to pay attention to him, patted out his left hand and landed on his shoulder.

Chu Xiang had the strength and couldn't avoid it at all.

It felt like a mountain was pressing on his shoulders, and his vain body collapsed directly.

"Puff!"

His knees hit the floor hard, painful, tears and cold sweat flowed out.

"Grass mud horse, kid, let go of Chu Young Master!"

"Asshole, you're looking for death, watch and fight!"

The two bodyguards saw that the young master was at a loss, their expressions changed drastically.

In the sound of cursing, the majestic body rushed towards Yang Hao, and his fist slammed into his body.

It's just that their strength and speed are not as good as **** in Yang Hao's eyes.

Slightly moved back two steps, his left hand flew out, and instantly passed over the faces of the two people.

"Flap!"

Heavy applause sounded in the cafeteria.

Diliu, the huge force took their bodies around twice, and finally sat on the ground.

Before they could react, Yang Hao kicked out with his right foot.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by two sounds, the two people glided out against the ground like cannonballs.

I directly hit the table in the private room, and all the sloppy things on it were spilled on my body.

The huge hand-in hand quietly, unexpected ending, made all the survivors stand up, and let the strong from other private rooms come out one after another.

There are rich second-generation children, high-status teachers, and powerful students.

In the private room, they can rest better, have more resources, and are relatively safe.

However, when he saw Yang Hao standing alone in front of Private Room No. 1, his eyes lit up.

But seeing Chu Xiang on the ground and the two bodyguards in the private room, everyone frowned again.

Luo Huantian stood up angrily, pointed at Yang Hao's nose, and shouted:

"Yang Hao, did you give you a face? Those who dare to hit me, believe me or not, call a hundred brothers and ask you to kneel on the ground and lick the soles of your shoes!"

In the presence of so many people, give him power!

Where can he put Luo Huantian's face?

He must be allowed to surrender, he must be elevated.

Yang Hao's icy eyes fell on him, making Luo Huantian tremble with fright.

When he raised the titanium-chromium alloy knife in his right hand, Luo Huantian was already kneeling on the ground.

Even though his eyes were filled with irritation, he did not dare to stab him again.

"Cut, rubbish!"

"Bah!"

Yang Hao dropped the knife in his hand and inserted it directly into the hard concrete floor.

Seeing such a sharp long knife, Luo Huantian was completely dumbfounded and dare not say a word.

Chu Xiang next to him even closed his mouth, his eyes full of jealousy and shock.

"My God, Chu Xiang and Luo Huantian's bodyguards were all beaten! Back then, the two of them easily killed more than a dozen zombies before sealing the stairs on the second floor."

"Ms. Yang is too strong. No wonder she can rush out of the female teacher's dormitory building and kill a corpse everywhere!"

"It's true that we should teach the two rich second generations. They are obviously refuges. They forcibly grabbed two poor school flowers and played around in front of so many people! What trash!"

Many students around, seeing Yang Hao so powerful and domineering, they all talked about it.

There is envy, jealousy, and appreciation.

The few rich second generations standing in front of the private room saw that Chu Xiang and Luo Huantian were all slumped, and they gave in, how dare they stop on the road.

Until the fifth private room, three sports students, holding steel pipes, looked at him coldly.

The majestic Liu Wei, with disdain, said coldly:

"What's great, isn't it just that you have useful weapons in your hand? You obediently give it to us and get out by yourself!"