Chapter 4 Shopping together!

On the way, the atmosphere inside the car was strangely silent. After a few minutes, Gu Mo Yang glanced at the man beside him and asked softly, "Have you had breakfast yet?"

Shen Yan tilted his head slightly, his voice steady: "Not yet. I was so busy rushing here that I forgot."

Gu Mo Yang bit his lower lip gently and continued, "Where are you staying now? Renting a place or do you have your own apartment near the old military district in the north of the city?"

Shen Yan was silent for a few seconds before replying, "I have a small apartment in the northern part of the city. It's enough for me."

Hearing this, Gu Mo Yang nodded lightly, his gaze softening even more. He thought, if the apocalypse really comes, he must arrange a safer place for him.

But for now, he still had to maintain his cold demeanor, speaking gently but firmly: "Help me choose some vehicles. I need ones suitable for driving on ruined roads."

Shen Yan frowned slightly. "Has something happened?"

Gu Mo Yang shook his head. "Just a precaution. I don't trust this fragile peace."

Shen Yan looked deeply into his eyes for a moment, then nodded.

The two of them drove to a lot specializing in off-road and military vehicles, imported models. The shop owner, a middle-aged man, was an acquaintance of Shen Yan's. Seeing Shen Yan bring someone along, he immediately enthusiastically introduced a variety of armored vehicles, military jeeps, and high-clearance small trucks designed for rugged terrain.

Shen Yan led Gu Mo Yang to inspect each vehicle. Gu Mo Yang's slender, pale fingers occasionally brushed lightly against Shen Yan's muscular arm as they talked, his gaze flickering subtly, his voice quieter and gentler than usual-seemingly accidental, yet intentional.

Gu Mo Yang vividly remembered how in his past life he had been cold and indifferent to this man. When he was betrayed and thrown into a horde of the undead, it was Shen Yan who was the last to risk everything searching for him. The image of that man kneeling in a pool of blood, clutching his cold body, screaming hoarsely in despair, still made Gu Mo Yang's heart ache whenever he recalled it.

That was why in this life, he wanted to give Shen Yan a chance. He would quietly observe and wait for Shen Yan to truly confess, before finally opening his heart and facing the apocalypse shoulder to shoulder with him.

After selecting two vehicles-a small, high-clearance truck and an armored military jeep-Shen Yan signaled the shop owner to begin the paperwork immediately.

"Replace all the windows with the thickest bulletproof glass. Add spare tires, gas cans, rescue tools, solar-powered headlights. Install an auxiliary fuel tank inside the vehicle. Add extra battery storage-for night travel or thick fog."

Gu Mo Yang stood beside the truck, his expression softening slightly. He gently leaned against the vehicle and looked at Shen Yan's tall, broad back, thinking silently how the man's figure grew more and more pleasing to the eye.

After completing the deposit and requesting additional modifications, Gu Mo Yang personally checked the rear compartment, asking for gun racks, dagger holders, and a small safe to store confidential documents.

"Very good." He nodded in approval.

Gu Mo Yang then slowly approached Shen Yan, leaned in close, and deliberately let his slender fingers lightly brush over the back of the man's hand, speaking in a low voice: "If it were you, where would you hide the auxiliary fuel tank and spare guns?"

At the touch, Shen Yan's body stiffened slightly, his eyes flickered momentarily but quickly regained composure, replying, "Under the floor of the passenger seat. It's easy to access and not obvious. As for the guns, place them in the concealed compartment near the rear trunk."

"Hm... I trust you."