As they walked further, the zombies on the street became sparse, with multiple corpses lying across the road, surrounded and gnawed by zombies, and several broken extra limbs scattered on the ground.
Su Changxing finally stopped, turned around and walked back. The more he walked, the more he felt something was off. His right eyelid twitched slightly, foreseeing that there seemed to be danger ahead, so he decisively gave up the idea of checking it out.
Itâs better to avoid it. His goal tonight was merely to gather attribute enhancements... There was no need to create unnecessary complications.
Having made the decision, Su Changxing jogged to another Mysterious Shop and reached a location beside the street where there was a fried chicken shop. Two black shadows flashed before his eyes, surprisingly the bald man and the short man.
Although it was very dark, Xu Chuâs Sweat immediately recognized Su Changxing, and said coldly, "This place is really small, we only took a few steps and already met again."
Previously, the cooked duck had been snatched away by Su Changxing, so naturally, he was not in a good mood. It felt like being outsmarted by a minotaur. Hmm, this metaphor might not be quite appropriate, but thatâs how it felt.
Su Changxing looked at them and said seriously, "What? Still want revenge? Canât take a loss?"
Xu Chuâs Sweat answered angrily, "Who canât take a loss... No, whoâs talking about winning or losing? You dared to steal our brothersâ idea, you have to pay some price."
Su Changxing noticed that the short manâs eyes were fixed on him, like a fierce beast calculating his moves, and he pointed behind him, saying:
"The Mysterious Shop isnât owned by your family. Itâs all about strength. But thereâs another Mysterious Shop over there, you can go try it."
Xu Chuâs Sweat was dumbfounded, not understanding what Su Changxing meant, and said, "Why donât you go to the shop yourself? Trying to trick us with this kind of childâs play."
Although he said this, they had no intention to attack at all. There was no need, nor was there a conflict of interest. Under these circumstances, who would really act rashly?
Generally, without absolute certainty, no one would make a move.
Su Changxing leaned forward, his calf suddenly propelled him forward, launching forward and swinging a knife towards the short man.
The short man wielded a Heavy pickaxe, his strength seemingly immense, and this type of person would choose to fight head-on in combat.
Zhang Daxi was shocked. Although he had prepared, the speed of this young man was still unexpected. His eyes flashed with a blue light, his arm muscles suddenly swelled, growing a size larger, and he swung the pickaxe towards Su Changxing.
Seeing the changes happening to this short man, Su Changxing realized this person probably had a superpower related to physical enhancement.
Yet, he did not choose to dodge, deciding to clash head-on. Confident in his own power, he also intended to test his strength with a sudden attack.
But in that instant, his scalp suddenly tingled, detecting an approaching danger. Was it this short man? No, it wasnât.
From behind?
A voice at his eardrum sounded, "Run, someoneâs coming from behind, and heâs dangerous."
The crisp metallic clang echoed in his ears, Zhang Daxi steadily retreated several steps, his hands numb.
"You guys do whatever you want~"
By the time he realized, the young man was already sprinting towards another direction on the street, turning into a black shadow merging into the thick night.
"He ran?" Xu Chuâs Sweat was stunned, saying, "This kidâs really sly, if heâs gonna run, just run, why fake it like youâre going all out? Hmm? Whatâs up with you?"
He noticed Zhang Daxi standing still, motionless.
"His strength is immense!"
Zhang Daxi looked at the blood traces emerging on his hand, somewhat amazed. Even though his superpower could enhance his strength by more than half, it still paled in comparison to this young man.
But why did he run?
Xu Chuâs Sweat slashed down a zombie rushing from the side, seeing a vague silhouette approaching in the distance again, said in a deep voice:
"Another person is coming from the front, really a coincidence, couldnât meet anyone before, now running into people continuously."
Zhang Daxiâs heart skipped a beat, immediately turning around to run, understanding why Su Changxing had fled, he shouted, "Letâs run too."
Xu Chuâs Sweat hesitated for a moment, then also turned head and followed, but that silhouette was incredibly swift, relentlessly pursuing them, obviously targeting them.
After running a few steps, he shouted, "Second, we canât outrun him, letâs fight him."
Xu Chuâs Sweat turned to look, a man with long hair wearing Leather Armor, black trousers, sandals, his head tied with several strange braids was following closely behind, raising the blade in his hand, saying:
"Hey there, canât we mind our own business? No need to fight."
He sensed the danger, and the unrestrained killing intent emanating from the man, never had he felt such intense murderous intent, not even from serial killers in the present world.
At this time, Su Changxing also stopped, crouched behind an SUV, watching the long-haired man catching up. He knew this was the Hunter, the survivor of this world, and used True Knowledge Investigation.
[Half Twisted Humans (Extraordinary): Skillful Tailor Tier Eight, healthy, bloodthirsty. This is a formidable existence, provoking it would not be wise, if you can run, run.]
Skillful Tailor?
Tier Eight?
His pupils suddenly contracted.
This survivor turned out to be Tier Eight, an existence of the same level as the young boy, no wonder he felt his scalp tingle earlier.
The voice of the head rang in his mind, "Kid, run fast, this person is not someone you can deal with, even though we donât know what his Ability is, his position is Upper Rank, and the degree of integration is extremely high, heâs even been promoted once at Tier Eight."
"No hurry."
Su Changxing squinted his eyes, slowly took out the Shadow Bow from his back, quietly observing the situation, like a cunning viper, looking for the opportune moment to strike.
Such a powerful survivor alive would ultimately be a threat, if a chance presented to eliminate him, that would be best.
The two of them seemed to have no way to mediate, they were in a kill-or-be-killed relationship.
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The long-haired man stood with hands stuffed in his pockets, looked nonchalantly at the two, a smile spread across his face, a very stiff smile, like a mask, saying:
"Hehe, mind our own business? Weâre probably not minding our own business, hmm, possibly something even more severe than that."
Xu Chuâs Sweat instantaneously comprehended the implication, recalling a rumor circulating on the forum, that this world had other survivors, and these survivors harbored extreme hostility towards them.
In an unguarded moment, he felt like water was gliding around him, he saw the long-haired manâs smile deepen, a devilish grin, full of bloodlust.
A cold sensation ran through his upper arm, losing all feeling in his hand, Xu Chuâs Sweatâs face was filled with fear, sweat dripping from his brow. A blood line appeared on his upper arm, blood droplets oozing out, then fell to the ground, blood gushing forth.
He didnât even know when the opponent made his move.
"Second, run, this person is beyond us."
"Run fast!"
He raised his voice again, shouting, the other hand wielded the blade, charging towards this mysterious man, he wasnât a superpower user, nor did he have any special abilities, he was just particularly adept at fighting.
Everything happened in a matter of moments, Zhang Daxi gasped sharply, without any hesitation, dodging the approaching zombie, turned and ran.
This was their mercenary tradition, when encountering an undefeatable enemy, someone would voluntarily stay behind to ensure more could escape.
As for who stays behind, that was decided before each mission, through rock-paper-scissors, the winner stays behind.
This time, he lost.