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The Wasteful Taoist transformed into the Iron-Blooded Warrior, and the contrast was simply staggering. Not only did the Militia fail to react, but even Song Jiu was somewhat bewildered.
Swallowing his myriad questions, Song Jiu handed over the remaining Militia to the imposing Fake Taoist and circled around the City Wall, only to see Cold Man disappearing up the stairs.
To be honest, Song Jiu had already vented most of his pent-up anger during the assault on the City Wall. His temper flared quickly but faded just as fast. Although Cold Man had stirred up trouble multiple times, there was no need to engage him in a fierce confrontation now. After all, they were not on the same level; Song Jiu didn’t regard him as a threat. Dream Fan had already been rescued by Luo Yu, and the lost supplies were still here. With corpses littering the ground, it made more sense to find a way off the wall rather than circle around it.
However, upon further reflection, it was often those who seemed harmless that could stab you in the back at critical moments. Song Jiu had let Cold Man off twice already, yet he showed no gratitude and instead chose to cause trouble for a third time. Thus, Song Jiu decided to eliminate this potential threat to avoid future complications—there would be no room for regret if things went awry.
“Hou Xiong, come out. I won’t hurt you; let’s talk,” Song Jiu called out without rashly pursuing him. He understood that while it was strategic to underestimate his enemy, tactically he needed to take them seriously. There was only one entrance to the City Wall; Cold Man choosing to go upstairs likely meant he wasn’t planning on jumping out of a window. Song Jiu wasn’t sure if he had firearms, and rushing in without caution could lead to disaster.
“I have nothing to discuss with you,” came Cold Man’s voice from the second floor.
“Didn’t you just say you wanted to talk?” Song Jiu patiently stepped into a corner near the staircase and shouted, “Seriously, what did I do to offend you? Why do you insist on opposing me?”
“I just don’t like you. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all.”
“…”
Song Jiu climbed a few steps and heard some rustling from inside, unsure of what Cold Man was up to. He then asked, “Do you have feelings for Effie?”
“What business is that of yours?” Cold Man seemed perpetually irritable when facing Song Jiu, especially when Effie was mentioned—it was as if he harbored a deep-seated grudge over her.
“There’s nothing between Effie and me. If you’re taking your anger out on me because of her, there’s really no need,” Song Jiu continued, testing the wooden steps with his foot to ensure they wouldn’t creak before stepping up again. Noticing Cold Man’s silence, he added, “Then let’s not mention Effie. What are we going to do about our situation?”
"Do whatever you want; today it's either you die or I live," Cold Man said firmly, rejecting the negotiation outright.
"You must be dreaming," Song Jiu chuckled, amused by Cold Man's frantic shouting. He vaguely heard splashes from above, frowned, and sniffed the air, his expression changing instantly.
"Go ahead and try; I'm right here. If you have the guts, come kill me," Cold Man taunted, his sarcasm dripping with madness.
Song Jiu paused, noticing a trail of wet marks spreading down from the staircase, seeping into the wooden floorboards.
"Come on, you've always been so tough. I've tied up your lover; if you’re not convinced, let me tell you, not only did I tie her up, but I also had a bunch of my brothers take turns with her. No wonder you've been so obsessed with her; it must feel pretty good," Cold Man continued to shout, clearly trying to provoke Song Jiu. When he received no response, he became even more smug: "Those guys under you must have been bought with that little ** of yours. You're really something; you can even give away your own woman. I truly look down on you."
Still silent, Song Jiu ignored his deliberate mockery and cautiously began to back away. Suddenly, he heard a commotion from downstairs and turned to see Lin Daozhang rushing in, his robe stained with blood.
"What’s going on?" Old Lin waved his long sleeves to wipe the blood from his face, looking anxious as he prepared to head upstairs to support Song Jiu.
Song Jiu panicked and gestured for him to stop, but Lin Daozhang completely ignored him. Just as he was about to step onto the stairs, Song Jiu shouted urgently, "Don't come up!"
Lin Daozhang froze mid-step, one leg raised in the air. Before he could ask what was happening, a loud explosion erupted from the second floor, illuminating the dark hallway with fierce flames. The grin on his face widened as he glanced at the jeep behind him. Seeing it was about to charge into the Horde, he quickly slammed on the brakes and jerked the steering wheel. The old Jetta spewed smoke as it skidded across the ground in a fan-shaped tire track while swerving away from the approaching zombies.
Meanwhile, the jeep sped straight into the Horde without slowing down, instantly creating a spray of blood and sending severed limbs flying through the air.
The three girls in the backseat weren't wearing seatbelts and nearly got thrown out of the vehicle. Before they could steady themselves, Song Yao revved up the engine again and made a feint towards the pursuing off-road vehicle before sharply turning into an alleyway.
"Sis! It's a dead end!" Dream Fan shouted as she spotted a pile of construction materials blocking the alley's end.
"Get out! Run!" Song Yao slammed on the brakes of the Jetta, snatched up her gun, and jumped out first to open fire. The flashes lit up as bullets struck the tires of the chasing vehicle with a loud pop; sparks flew as its rims crashed against the ground while Cabin tilted and scraped against the concrete wall.
Four people got off one after another, following Song Yao's orders to climb up the stacked construction pipes. Song Yao didn't dare to slack off either and quickly emptied his magazine as he chased after them.
Just as the five of them had just climbed over the pipes, a series of intense gunfire erupted behind them. Bullets struck the galvanized steel pipes, creating dazzling sparks and an overwhelming sense of danger.
"Can Xiao Wei see me?" Song Yao shouted into the walkie-talkie as he hurriedly ran with a few girls.
"Get out of the alley; Brother Ming is coming," came the reply from the other side.
Song Yao felt a surge of determination. Seeing that the pursuers were about to show themselves, he quickly urged the group of Sister-in-laws to escape. Fortunately, the alley was not a straight shot; there were plenty of obstacles and debris that slowed their pace but at least provided some cover. Just as they were about to burst out of the alley, Song Yao's walkie-talkie crackled again.
"Don't go out; it's not Brother Ming."
Song Yao was suddenly alarmed and yanked Dream Fan back just as she was about to step out. Almost simultaneously, the jeep that had charged into the Horde sped past the mouth of the alley, splashing dirty water all over them.
Having narrowly avoided being caught, Song Yao was about to turn back and confront the pursuing enemies when Dream Fan dashed out of the alley, her face full of excitement, waving her hands and calling out, " Brother Jiu, over here!"
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