After getting out of the van, David started looking for a bus in the city.

  Every now and then, he saw a couple of vehicles driving by, and pedestrians with weapons, some in groups of three or five, others walking alone.

  Because fighting was prohibited, the city seemed peaceful, which was why David dared to walk alone.

  Just then, five or six people hurried past.

  Curious, David stopped one of them and asked, "Hey, what's going on? What's happening?"

  The guy was annoyed at being stopped, but seeing David's two or three hundred pounds, he decided not to make a fuss and quickly explained, "Heard there's a fight breaking out on a bus up ahead. We're going to see if we can scavenge some loot and grab some benefits."

  With that, the guy left David and ran off.

  A fight on a bus?

  David was taken aback. His goal was the buses, so he had to go check it out. He followed the group.

  After running for a few minutes, David saw a crowd gathered in front of a bus stop, some watching the show, others shouting insults.

  Curious, David got closer and saw a group of people inside the bus and a group outside were yelling at each other.

  They were even spitting and shouting, daring the other to come and hit them.

  David even saw someone with a glob of spit hanging on their face. Instead of throwing punches, they just kept spitting back.

  This wasn't a fight, it was more like pea-shooters firing at each other. Even more shocking, David saw someone drop their pants and unleash a water attack, scaring a bunch of people into scrambling away.

  "What the hell is going on?" David asked, shocked.

  This wasn't fighting, it was just trying to disgust the other person. How gross.

  David asked someone nearby what was happening.

  Apparently, the bus originally belonged to one group. But they got out to search the city and came back to find the bus had been taken over by another group. So the two sides were fighting over the bus.

  The reason they weren't throwing punches was because fighting was prohibited in the city.

  Disgusting each other was just a way to provoke someone into throwing the first punch, and then getting zapped by the rules.

  He heard the two groups had been cursing each other for an hour. The audience had changed several times.

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  David was speechless.

  Looking at the situation, the conflict between these two groups wasn't going to be resolved anytime soon. He couldn't help the women on that bus.

  David had no choice but to leave and look for the next bus.

  Not long after David left, the battle on the bus came to a halt.

  One group had no choice but to leave and look for the next bus, and they headed in the same direction David was going.

  The leader of this group was none other than Mark, who had sworn to get revenge on David.

  There were plenty of buses in the city. David walked along the road for about fifteen minutes and saw another bus stopped at a bus stop.

  This bus didn't seem to have any disputes. People were getting on and off the bus.

  David straightened his clothes and eagerly walked towards the bus.

  He was a bus owner, after all. He had to maintain his image and dignity.

  There weren't many people on this bus, about a dozen or so.

  David got on the bus and no one paid attention to him.

  Every bus was different. Some buses were controlled by gangs, while others let people on and off as they pleased.

  This bus was the latter.

  David looked around. There were four or five women on the bus. But he didn't know if they were working. He'd have to ask someone.

  Asking a woman if she was working wasn't a good idea. The people on the bus were sitting together in groups, except for one guy who was sitting alone, sleeping.

  So David decided to go quietly and ask the guy if any women were working.

  The guy was sleeping in a weird position, legs spread wide, taking up two seats, afraid of pinching his package. As David got closer, a strong odor of urine made David almost throw up on the spot; no wonder no one was sitting near him.

  The sleeping guy seemed to hear David's gagging and opened his eyes in confusion.

  Both of them froze.

  "David!"

  "Akizuki?"

  They said each other's names at the same time.

  David immediately recognized Akizuki because after he returned from the zombie world Dungeon, dozens of people had mocked him in the chat channel.

  Two of the most enthusiastic mockers were Akizuki and Mark.

  David remembered these people and planned to teach them a lesson if he ever had the chance.

  Then David realized something and asked, "How... how did you recognize me?"

  David instinctively touched his face, sure that he was wearing a disguise mask.

  Akizuki rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't hallucinating, then said through gritted teeth, "How did I recognize you?"

  "Heh heh... David, don't think I wouldn't recognize you just because you're so fat now."

  "Even if you turned to ashes, I'd never forget that face."

  Actually, Akizuki was also wondering how David had gotten so fat so quickly. He wondered what he had been eating these last few days.

  If it wasn't for that face he could never forget, Akizuki wouldn't have recognized David.

  Akizuki stared at David with resentment.

  This guy had not only taken away his two goddaughters, but had also destroyed his lower body, causing him to lose function and often wet his pants.

  This was the reason for Akizuki's urine odor.

  Thinking of this, Akizuki reached into his crotch and pulled something out, throwing it at David's face.

  Thwack!

  David felt something wet smack him in the face.

  He took the thing off his face and almost threw up.

  Akizuki had thrown his wet, urine-soaked underwear at his face.

  "What the hell is this?" David demanded.

  He already knew what it was, but he still asked Akizuki, hoping for some kind of miracle.

  Akizuki sneered, "A little present for you, my piss-soaked briefs!"

  "You bastard..." David finally snapped and threw a punch.

  Pow!

  Akizuki was knocked down, but David wasn't doing well either. The next second, he was shocked and fell to the ground, convulsing.

  "Hahaha..." Akizuki lay on the ground, laughing maniacally, feeling a sense of satisfaction.

  David lay on the ground, convulsing, cursing his luck. He had messed with a psycho. This was a complete and utter disaster!