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The battle raged fiercely, with the bloody clash between Zombies and humans igniting a fervor in the hearts of onlookers. Of course, this was merely the perspective of Zheng Yifan. The audience in the stands had gone wild, throwing objects in frustration and cursing the Organizing Committee and the Butchers in the Gladiatorial Arena.
Most of the bets were placed on the numbers indicating heavy casualties. Even among the more conservative spectators and those who supported the Butchers, only a few crazed individuals or desperate gamblers were betting on a complete victory for the Butchers over the Zombies.
At that moment, the members of the Organizing Committee looked on with furrowed brows, their expressions tense.
Seated at a long table measuring over ten meters were nearly a hundred high-ranking officials, all wearing grim faces.
At the head of the table sat a scarred man with a cold expression and closed eyes. It was evident how furious he was at that moment.
"Who can tell me where this bastard named Zheng Yifan crawled out from? How is he able to provide so much Firefighting Equipment?" Zhang Xiao said as he picked up a Havana Cigar already lit by a servant. He took a deep drag, leaning back against the table to savor its pungent aroma.
This was something his Company Commander could never hope to enjoy in his lifetime—not because he couldn't afford it, but because genuine quality was simply unattainable. Now, however, there were hundreds of them stored in a safe, waiting for him to indulge. Nearly a hundred beautiful women had become his personal harem.
This lifestyle intoxicated him, making him reluctant to lose it. Thus, he had always maintained a loose grip on the management within the Gathering Place, striving to emulate his predecessors by dividing power, sowing discord, and centralizing authority.
In just over a year, he succeeded in transforming the Gathering Place into his private property. The cost was steep; only about thirty of his original comrades remained from the entire battalion that had once executed missions alongside him.
They were his foundation, his last resort. Therefore, he had always exerted maximum effort to win them over and use them as leverage to build an army of tens of thousands.
The Gathering Place was filled with his spies, yet no one knew who had acquired the Firefighting Equipment. Even Zhang Xiao himself lacked such resources; the Fire Department was located in the heart of the city, while outside it lay at the center of town.
He had once dispatched five thousand-strong teams to assault that town. That battle crushed all his grand ambitions; all he wanted now was to defend the Gathering Place.
The terrifying Second-Level Zombies haunted him still. Dozens of brave warriors had fought valiantly without firearms, sacrificing their lives to control those agile creatures before finally ending their lives with weapons.
Every Second-Stage Soul Crystal was bought with the blood and lives of young warriors.
What terrified him most were the Third-Stage Zombies. The thought of those formidable creatures still jolted him awake in the middle of the night.
Only a thousand-man team, armed with the determination of total annihilation, could slowly burn away the fat of this Zombie with flames and then shatter its body with a secretly manufactured giant crossbow bolt.
In the span of a year, Zhang Xiao had only obtained two Third-Grade Soul Crystals. One was acquired during their assault on the town, while the other was found by a member of an Exploration Team who picked it up in the town.
It was rumored to be from a Zombie corpse that had been torn to shreds. Its head had been completely split open, yet the Zombie Crystal remained intact.
To this day, these two precious Zombie Crystal s were still being tested for use in the Howling Wind Organization's laboratory. As for higher-level Zombies, images of them were only seen when communication had not completely collapsed at the onset of the apocalypse.
In the Inner City, only Credit Currency circulated; there were no physical Zombie Crystal s. All Zombie Crystal s were stored in the Inner City warehouse of Howling Wind.
"Leader, I believe we should increase the difficulty of this competition by opening all hidden Gates and allowing Second-Level Zombies to enter," said a man in a suit across from Zhang Xiao, his face full of authority.
He was the Secretary of the Municipal Committee of Kaiyi City, protected by Zhang Xiao at the Gathering Place.
Most of the management work for the entire Gathering Place was handled by him. Zhang Xiao had to admit that he was lacking in management skills.
In this world ravaged by Zombies, external pressure constantly bore down on the people of Gathering Place. Military force could always be maintained at its peak, forever suppressing all members of Gathering Place.
"We must increase the difficulty; we cannot raise a tiger to trouble us."
"The Gathering Place does not need another powerful force."
"Open all restrictions; they must be obliterated."
"Let’s wipe them out completely and kill that old bastard named Zheng Yifan."
"That Zheng Yifan is just a young man."
“Enough!” At the moment when everyone was about to explode, Zhang Xiao slammed the table and glared fiercely.
“I have made my decision. Shut down all defenses in the Gladiatorial Arena, reduce the threat level of the Zombies, and open the height restrictions on the entrance, letting those disgusting, rotting creatures come in!” Zhang Xiao declared.
Everyone fell silent. They slowly began to exit the room in unison. The atmosphere shifted as they busily prepared for what was to come. No one dared challenge Zhang Xiao's authority.
In the Sewers, hidden tunnels that had been recently excavated began to reveal themselves as fences were slowly raised and large Ballistae were dragged back. Mechanisms and restrictions were gradually being lifted.
Their task was to position the Ballistae around the Gladiatorial Arena on Arrow Platforms, ready to clear out any remaining Zombies inside.
Of course, it could also be those Butchers.
Inside the arena, the flames gradually diminished.
“What’s happening?” The Left Guard exclaimed, stepping back in surprise as fifty people formed a defensive line and retreated together.
As the flames within the Gladiatorial Arena extinguished, heavy walls began to rise slowly.
These were other hidden valves, revealing the gradual emergence of Zombies from below in the Sewers.
The four Sewers originated from different locations, each bringing forth Zombies from distinct sources.
The Zombies emerging from these three Gates wore completely different clothing, clearly indicating they came from various regions.
Two of the gates released only tattered farmers, while the other gate unleashed figures dressed in the attire of high society from within the city.
"What happened?" The audience erupted in chaos as the walls suddenly transformed into an Underground Passage, and one by one, Zombies crawled out. It was a horrifying sight.
Had they known this would happen, they would never have come here.
They had previously experienced battles against the Zombies in the village where the Gathering Place was located, and they understood just how terrifying these creatures could be.
"What is going on?" Zheng Yifan frowned as he looked into the Gladiatorial Arena.
Beside him, Han Rui pondered for a moment before saying, "Something must have gone wrong. We should leave quickly and head to the audience area. There are more people there, and we can retreat more easily."
As they spoke, the exit Gate of the passage below had already opened, and another forty Gladiators were being driven out by several burly men wielding rifles.
At that moment, the announcer mysteriously reappeared, calming the restless audience.
He repeatedly assured them that the situation was safe.
The slowly rising crossbow carts signaled their formidable firepower; eighteen crossbow carts were enough to seal off the Gladiatorial Arena completely.
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