Zhu Wenwu wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looking at the empty room, feeling a bit desolate.
He was overlooked, so easily ignored by that murderer, and he didnât even have as much presence as his sister.
"The power of that kick was really heavy, cough cough, almost killed me with one kick."
Zhu Wenwu felt a sharp pain throughout his body, as if his body was falling apart, and he couldnât stand up at all. Then he heard the sounds of fighting and screaming coming from the corridor.
In the darkness, blood spurted past the door, and a head rolled into the corridor, stopping at the doorway, its pupils opened, the side of its face staring at him.
Zhu Wenwu recognized the face; it was a brother he had only met yesterday, who was previously a taekwondo coach boasting of exceptional combat skills.
Zhu Wenwu felt terrified, afraid, his lips turning pale, his body uncontrollably trembling, almost suffocating. He took out his phone and saw the message from Su Changxing.
Please call me a good person: Are you dead? If not, tell me whatâs going on there, I might be able to come over.
Xiaoxin: Bro, I might die, the murderer is outside slaughtering others, after theyâre dead, itâll probably be my turn. Heâs extremely terrifying, seems to possess some strange supernatural ability, and directly pushed open the previously locked door.
Bro, youâd better not come; thereâs no need to risk your life. Staying alive is better. Sorry, I misunderstood you before, youâre a good man.
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"Please donât kill me, Iâll do anything you want, Iâm begging you·······"
A pleading voice outside the door abruptly ceased, accompanied by the dull sound of a blade piercing flesh.
As time passed, the noise on the fourth floor changed from chaotic to quiet, then from quiet to deathly silence.
Zhu Wenwu leaned against the door, holding a steel rod, listening to the approaching footsteps outside the door, ready for a final struggle. Just as Su Changxing said, he might still die in the end, but itâs better to struggle a bit.
The footsteps suddenly stopped, and he heard the voice of Boss Huang angrily coming from outside the door.
"You all really deserve to die."
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The pale-faced young man continued speaking with a grin:
"You are different from them. If you leave now, how about I let you go? I think maybe you wouldnât want to die with them either."
For most people, at night, the camp is a closed place, with nowhere to run even if they wanted to.
Those able to move outside are elites in the apocalypse.
Upon hearing this, many peopleâs expressions changed. They knew Huang Biaoâs combat strength well; if Huang Biao chose to leave, they definitely wouldnât be the opponents of these two people and couldnât escape being slaughtered.
Huang Biaoâs eyes showed change, and he fell into brief contemplation. No one is truly unafraid of death, nor can anyone be entirely selfless.
In the space with more than ten people, a momentary silence fell. The peeling walls rolled with a blanket-like black mist, shadows covered everyoneâs faces, concealing their expressions.
The pale-faced young man said slowly: "Have you made up your mind? You should understand, you wonât be able to defeat us."
The calm voice like a demonâs note tugged at peopleâs hearts.
Cleaning out these pieces of trash on the fourth floor consumed him quite a bit. Although he seemed to be waiting for Huang Biaoâs response, he was actually stalling for time to restore his power.
Today, none of the people here will survive!
Huang Biao took a deep breath and replied calmly: "If you want something, just say it directly, thereâs no need to kill so many people, and no need to completely wipe them out."
The pale-faced young man said regrettably: "Unfortunately, my only goal is to kill you all."
Huang Biaoâs expression grew darker and he nodded: "Is that so? That is indeed a pity."
He was silent for a moment, looked at his empty palm, then looked up at the other party, suddenly revealing a smile.
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Su Changxing ran frantically along the street, arriving near the camp where Huang Biao and they were stationed, now drenched in sweat.
His physique was still lacking, so he had to choose to reduce his speed to maintain a certain level of stamina, otherwise, he could have reached this position faster.
He looked at his phone, and Huang Biao had sent a message.
Heartless Beast: Two people, both very strong, stronger than me. They are currently located at the entrance to the hallway leading to the fourth-floor lobby. One wears a mask and seems to possess similar abilities to that monster at the police station, causing people to temporarily lose their senses. The other has killed everyone on the fourth floor; his strength should not be underestimated.
The situation was better than Su Changxing had anticipated, at least some people were still alive, and Huang Biao and they still had the ability to resist.
He evaded the zombies, climbed up from outside the building, preparing to enter the fourth floor from the room he slept in before, the window was open, left open when he left.
Su Changxing crept into the room, smelling a strong scent of blood, peeking through the door crack at the floor full of corpses, and the silhouettes of two people.
"Unfortunately, my only goal is to kill you."
Listening to the sinister voice, he sent Huang Biao a message: I have arrived.
A dark arrow appeared in Su Changxingâs hand; his plan was simple: kill the young man he had seen before with one arrow.
The probability was high that he was the Extraordinary, but his abilities were unknown to Su Changxing, the unknown meant danger, whereas the masked manâs ability was likely similar to that of the little boyâs Spiritual Class.
The Dreamer was inherently the nemesis of this type of Psychic, so the masked man was not much of a threat to him, so as long as the young man could be killed or severely injured first, theyâd essentially secure victory.
"Is that so? That is indeed a pity."
Huang Biao suddenly showed a ferocious expression, shouting: "Iâm waiting for your death, what are you waiting for? Kill!"
He swung his steel saber, suddenly launching an attack, violently slashing at the pale-faced young man.
The door was slowly pulled open, Su Changxing stood at the door, tilted his head, drawing the bow, and aimed through the heavy night, aligning three points on the targetâs head.
The pale-faced young man seemed to have eyes on his back, simultaneously turning his head to glance at him in the corner of his eye, deftly dodged to the side, and raised his blade to block Huang Biaoâs attack.
The invisible arrow brushed past his ear, embedding in the wall.
The events unfolded in an instant.
The masked man merely listened to the sound, noticed the arrow in the wall, not immediately aware of Su Changxingâs presence.
A deadly misfire.
Su Changxing felt a sinking feeling in his heart, unexpectedly the opponent completely dodged that arrow, the situation which was initially advantageous now became unclear.
So it was still a mistake, shouldâve killed the masked man first, at least ensure one target is removed.
Without hesitation, Su Changxing drew another arrow on the bow, preparing for a second shot.