Crossdressing To Survive An Apocalypse

"I need to talk to you alone!" he rushed in.

Uncle Wen gestured for the other member to leave his study. Right after they all left he instructed Fan to close to the door after him. "What is it?"

"Yue\'s been kidnapped and they have demanded ransom," he handed the wet paper to him anxiously biting his lips.

"What!" uncle Wen\'s hands started to tremble. "they want the food stock from my home…. But…not many know of my food stock. They all believe the food is coming from the barrack… then…"

"They must have an inside man,"

Uncle Wen\'s expression shifted drastically. "Fan, call my Qian. He will show you my basement. Instruct him to load the grains and other food in the trucks in my basement. I\'ll meet up with you guys soon. "

Fan Xui nodded "mister Wen I have a suggestion. That inside man must be watching your house. If we are careful we might be able to find that man. I\'ll go there personally,"

"Yes, go on. I\'ll ask Hary to send his men to search,"

"I\'ll meet you there soon," Fan bowed to him. "I\'ll find my Yue.. at all cost,"

"Don\'t waste time now. Go to my house,"

Fan Xui rushed out.

Qian was standing by the door. "Hey buddy, what are you doing here? hey I did as you taught and it Went so well and... what\'s wrong"

"Not now. Yue\'s been kidnapped"

"What? again? why do people kidnap him again and again?" Qian ran after him. "Any clue?"

"None, not even footprints. They want your father\'s food stock. They also instructed to leave it at the abandoned tannery mill,"

The tanning mill was right at the edge of the safe zone of the settlement. It was recently cleared out and the wall was expanded in that area. The kidnappers must have hid there.

No they would not invite us to their home. That place is most likely just to collect the food trucks.

\'Then where will they keep Yue..\' while he was running over here he even Went to check on the old warehouse. There was no one in there. The culprits got smart and must have changed spots again. if they searched well they would be able to find Yue in a few hours..

\'but Yue doesn\'t have hours…\'

"Qian send someone to the old tanning mill. Yue might be kept there,"

Qian scoffed. "They won\'t keep Yue there. It\'s not a good place. Instead they will chose a place right opposite to this direction,"

"Just listen to me Qian. Send someone!"

"Geez okay. Calm down. Be rational Fan. Losing your mind is not going to help him,"

Fan paused, leaning against the walls. His body hardly regained its strength. He was running on fumes.

Qian grabbed his arm and slung it over his shoulders. "Giddy yup. Let\'s go save cute princess," he dragged him all the way over to his father\'s house.

The yard and the farm were filled with workers cleaning the soil. Fan frowned deeply. With this many people coming in and out of the premises it would be really hard to figure out the spy.

Fan kept an eye on everyone as they walked past. "Where does your dad keep the food stocks?"

"Basement," Qian led him in.

His father\'s assailant was waiting for him by the door. "Young master, we are preparing the transport trucks as we speak,"

Fan ran into the house and down the stairs to the basement. What he saw stunned him. The basement had a military grade vault like door. It had three levels of of protected to open the door.

He looked toward his friend for help.

"When did my old man even have time to prepare all this? darn no wonder,"

Qian walked close to the finger prints scanners. One was a retina scanner, one was a fingerprint scanner and one was a passcode machine.

He first scanned his retina. Then he placed his whole right palm over the scanner. The light Went green. The only problem was that he did not know what the passcode was.

He first typed his birthday.. Nothing happened. Next he tried his dad\'s birthday. Still nothing happened. Reluctantly he tried his mum\'s birthday numbers. The door beeped open.

Fan Xui could\'t wait outside. He ran in. Inside was a huge storage area. It was big as ten football fields filled with bags and bags of rice, cornmeal, and other food stuff packed in boxes.

He really underestimated the food control that Qian\'s father had.

"Fuck that old man really outdid himself. Look at this Fan! How are we going to take it in trucks! We need fucking hundreds of them!"

Fan Xui sneakily glanced back. The assistant was standing by the door with his head down. From the moment they entered the house mister Wen\'s assistant has been acting weird. Firstly, he was too excited when he said that he had prepared the trucks.

Next when they were opening the door the man\'s hands were trembling anxiously.

\'So you were the mole... if I catch him now would be able to torture information out of him,\'

[\'what are you waiting for?! Catch that fucking rat!\'] the other Fan shouted in his mind.

Fan Xui dashed to him and grabbed him by his collar. He pulled him in and closed the storage vault!

"s-sir what is it? why are you acting so savage?"

Fan punched his face in.

"ahhhh! Young master!  Help me... your friend has gone crazy!"

Qian silently peered at him. "um who are you? who sent you to get close to my pops? he\'s not crazy. He\'s simply very very very angry right now. So I suggest you tell him everything you know,"

The man\'s eyes shook for a second. "I... I don\'t know what you are talking about,"

Fan punched him once again.

His front tooth fell out.

Qian squatted down next to him and grabbed his hair. "Fan, you\'re hitting him too softly. Come on, right here in the jaws. Why does he need a mouth when all he could say is lies... eh?"

The assistant started to sob silently. "I.. I\'ll tell you.. I\'ll tell you! please..."

Fan still punched his face. "Where is my Yue!"

"I don\'t know…. I don\'t know…. But they have a plan.... they plan to use him as a bait. That man.. he really hates you." he peered at Fan Xui with a grin. "Even if you give him all this.. he will kill your lover! Hahaha... it\'s going to be awesome! Wait until you see your lover\'s mutilated corpse you will understand how much hatred that man has for..."

Fan punched him so hard that the man\'s jaws snapped to the side.

The middle aged man collapsed to the ground.