In the security room.
The two elderly men stared wide-eyed at the screen.
They were so shocked they couldn't even speak.
"Old Vuong, can we even consider what Little Pham does as something a normal person could do?" Chu Ai Jun was stunned. In the footage, Lam Pham looked just like a cold-blooded killing machine — facing terrifying zombies, he moved as easily as swatting chickens, crushing them without giving them the slightest chance to resist.
Though they had never personally fought zombies, they had analyzed them using professional data. After the outbreak, these zombies' physical strength, speed, and power had reached the peak levels of human ability.
For example, a zombie that was thin and weak when alive could now sprint and collide like someone pumped full of stimulants — turning absolutely horrifying.
There were no openings in their charge and strikes.
He had hoped the military would show up to sweep through the zombies, but until now, there had been no sign, not even a shadow. Most likely, they had truly collapsed.
Still, as long as there was hope, a miracle could happen.
Vuong Trung Quoc said, "I really suspect little Pham is some kind of super soldier. His strength is beyond imagination, truly incredible. Maybe one day, when civilization is rebuilt, little Pham will be one of the beacons of hope."
In the footage, Lam Pham's speed was ghostly, and his strength was terrifying. A single swing of his sword could slice a zombie cleanly in half — something an ordinary person could never do. Even a strong man, wielding a large blade, would find it almost impossible to cut a human cleanly in two.
Yet Lam Pham could.
After a while...
The roads were filled with torn-apart zombies, sticky with flesh and black blood splattered everywhere.
Looking at the mess before him, Lam Pham sighed helplessly — what a pain, he was really angry. The whole place was so dirty, cleaning it up would be a nightmare.
If the sanitation workers saw this scene, they would definitely scream. It was so messy and gross — when would it ever get cleaned up?
The two crashed cars were completely wrecked.
Inside one vehicle, he spotted a middle-aged man slumped against the deployed airbag, bleeding.
Without hesitation, Lam Pham pulled the door open with brute strength.
In moments like this, private property didn't matter — saving lives did.
...
Back inside.
"Grandma Tu, how is he?" Lam Pham asked.
Tu Que Phan replied, "He's fine. Just a bit bruised. The airbag protected him. The blood is just from his nose. Nothing serious."
"Oh."
Lam Pham let out a breath of relief. Good. He thought about the mess outside — he would have to clean it all up himself. After all, he caused it. Who else would clean it?
Cough cough... Tran Hac coughed and blinked groggily, finally waking up. He saw the white ceiling, then unfamiliar smiling faces around him.
"Is this heaven...?" he muttered.
"No, this is Building 22, Unit 704, of Duong Quang Residential Complex — my home," Lam Pham said.
Clatter!
Tran Hac suddenly sat up, wincing from pain, looking around nervously. Seeing that it was only some elders, a child, and a woman, he relaxed slightly.
"You're survivors...?"
He could hardly believe it. When he fainted, he'd seen the zombies swarming his car — how could anyone have gotten him out?
"Yeah, we're all survivors," Lam Pham said. "You're at Duong Quang Residential Complex. I'm the security guard here. There were a lot of illegal zombies gathering outside the gate, so I went out, scared them off, and rescued you. Luckily, I'm fast. Otherwise, you would've been in real danger."
Tran Hac's jaw dropped.
Scared off the zombies?
He looked at Lam Pham in disbelief.
If he hadn't seen it himself, he would never have believed it.
The others — Old Man Vuong and Old Man Chu — nodded seriously. Their meaning was clear: you might find it unbelievable, but it's the truth.
Suddenly, Tran Hac remembered his daughter still trapped at the motel. "My name is Tran Hac. Thank you for saving me, but I have to rescue my daughter. She's trapped in a motel."
He didn't expect them to help again.
He knew how terrifying the zombies were outside. He knew he might not make it.But it didn't matter — it was his responsibility as a father. Even if he died, he had to try.
"You're injured, and it's extremely dangerous out there," Lam Pham said. "If you go now, you might die."
Lam Pham felt that anyone who, at such a time, still thought of saving their child, wasn't a bad person. Maybe he had flaws, but everyone did.
Just like himself.
His own flaw? He loved reading... certain not-so-literary books, like "Stark and His 365 Girlfriends".The best parts were... the descriptions that made him giggle under the covers.
Tran Hac looked firmly at Lam Pham. "I know it's dangerous. I know I might die. But some things, as a father, I have to do."
Even knowing he would probably die — to try or not to try were two different things.
At that moment, Old Man Vuong asked, "Young man, what's your job?"
Tran Hac blinked, confused about why they were asking that now, but still answered: "I install broadband. I work with internet setups."
Hearing this...
Lam Pham, who had been deep in thought, suddenly brightened up like he had found a treasure.
"You mean the kind of internet that lets us get back online?" Lam Pham asked excitedly.
"Yes!" Tran Hac nodded.
Lam Pham said, "It's really dangerous outside right now. Why don't you hire me as your runner? I'm super fast. I can find people quickly."
He had only one thought right now:
Keep this internet repair guy alive and stay at Duong Quang Residential Complex!
If he could really stay, then even if the internet cut out, he wouldn't need to panic — he'd have a repair expert right here!
"Huh?" Tran Hac looked at him blankly. Runner?
"Don't worry. I'm really fast," Lam Pham said. "Just tell me where your daughter is and how far it is, so I can figure out the price."
He felt that keeping an internet repairman was a huge asset — so he had to casually and smoothly convince him to stay. Later, they could fix computers for the elderly and have fun online gaming at home!
Old Man Vuong patted Tran Hac's shoulder. "Just answer him..."
"Her name is Trần Đình, eight years old, trapped on the third floor of Tân Phong Motel," Tran Hac said.
Old Man Vuong thought for a moment. "Tân Phong Motel... If I remember right, it's near Sunlight Road, by that old bell tower."
"Yes, that's it!" Tran Hac nodded eagerly.
"Hah, I know the place. It's not too far," Lam Pham calculated. "One hundred bucks."
Inside the room.
After Lam Pham left...
Old Man Vuong looked at Tran Hac and said, "You're very lucky."
"Huh?" Tran Hac looked at him, then said, "Yes... I guess I am. Really lucky to meet you all..."
"No, what I mean is you should go to Sunshine Residence and meet little Pham. Let me explain — none of us here are originally from this complex. We are all survivors who were helped by little Pham. If it weren't for him, we would all be dead,"Old Master Vuong said slowly.He knew that Lam Pham would definitely bring these people back, and that this father and daughter would certainly stay, becoming new members of Sunshine Residence.
There were things that little Pham found hard to say himself, so in his absence, it was better that they heard it from others.
He truly hoped that the number of survivors would continue to grow.
Where there are people, there is hope.
No...As long as there is Lam Pham, there is hope.
He wished that civilization would endure, that morality would endure, that the final boundaries would still remain intact.