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"Why won't you let me go help them? It's the Night of Chaos, and the outside of the residences is unprotected. They're going to die tonight! My mother used to say, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda! If I can save them, I must!" Hu Han shouted loudly to a few Copper Coins in his shop.
The other two companions exchanged bitter smiles but said nothing, only desperately pulling at Hu Han.
They understood Hu Han's temperament, and it was precisely because of various issues that he had saved them that they continued to follow him.
If someone had managed to stop Hu Han back then, they might have already met their demise.
However, the situation today was different. If they got involved, it would be a certain death. Hundreds or thousands of starving Paupers would risk everything to snatch their belongings. The first shop had seen buyers before, but countless bloody incidents had proven that anyone who opened a shop there would surely meet their end.
"I have to go! Even if I can't guarantee anything else, I must rescue those people," Hu Han declared as he shook off his companions and charged out.
At that moment.
"Bang bang bang bang!" The sound of drums echoed like rain on banana leaves, dust swirling on the ground as everyone's eyes turned red with fervor.
On Fortune God Street, dozens of carts were slowly making their way forward. These were electric vehicles modified from the Han Sui City Gathering Place, carrying various supplies, with today's focus on food items.
Or perhaps those substitutes for salt—Junk Food made from cheap red oil chili pepper products from the Post-Apocalypse. They could also be called "Spicy Strips."
"Originally one yuan per pack, now just fifty cents! Line up if you want to buy!" Suddenly, a loudspeaker blared out, deafening everyone.
But no one paid attention; they were all gathered at the entrance of Shop No. 1.
"It seems some clueless folks have bought Shop No. 1 again. Tonight should be quite a show," several soldiers from Unit 1 grinned wickedly as they watched the crowd.
They knew that the people inside Shop No. 1 would be torn apart, and their goods would be no exception.
"You lot get lost! We from the New World Mercenary Group are taking what's inside!" A dozen burly men at the back pushed everyone aside, with the one in front covered in dragon tattoos shouting loudly.
The warriors inside were already prepared for battle, rifles leveled and waiting for them to enter, while behind them, dozens of crossbows were ready to fire at any moment.
The members of the New World Mercenary Group in front never expected to encounter such a large cache of weapons, nor did they anticipate the sheer number of people—over thirty, all armed with high-quality gear.
Ten long spears were held horizontally, effectively blocking the main entrance.
"Charge!" Those at the back of the crowd didn’t care whether negotiations were taking place in front; they pushed forward with all their might.
People pressed against each other, shoving and pushing, with no one able to control their own body.
Before they knew it, the so-called members of the New World Mercenary Group had been forced inside.
"Thrust!" A furious shout rang out as the ten spears lunged forward in unison, then quickly retracted, waiting for further orders. A spray of blood erupted like a fountain from hell, splattering into the air.
Zheng Yifan remained leisurely sprawled out, slowly smoking a cigarette that had yet to burn out. Li Ning stood beside him, also taking his time with a smoke. The dangers of nicotine had no effect on Superpowered Individuals; their bodies had evolved to the point where they could be considered superhuman.
"Seeking death!" Suddenly, Li Ning shouted explosively, thrusting his spear forcefully to the side.
This thrust was aimed at a target over ten meters away, but the murderous intent still sent chills down the spines of those nearby.
Just as they began to relax, they suddenly noticed a ripple in the air. Then, with a flash of cold light, a fine stream of energy shredded them into pieces.
On the other side, two tall and skinny figures preparing to climb over the bed immediately turned and fled in terror.
"Since you’re here, you might as well stay!" Zheng Yifan casually flicked his cigarette butt, which flew through the necks of the two tall figures. Their bodies collapsed to the ground without a drop of blood spilling out.
Only after a few seconds did flames begin to rise from their corpses, slowly consuming them.
In that single flick, Zheng Yifan revealed nearly all of his latest insights. With closed eyes and inward focus, he could see that In Calamity's presence had dimmed to its lowest point. However, as long as it wasn’t completely absorbed by Zheng Yifan, he would never possess In Calamity's power. He had already mastered Break the Thirty-Six Calamities with Guns, but he still didn’t know what lay behind those question marks.
"Rob them!" The frenzied crowd outside didn’t care whether anyone had died inside; they continued to surge forward as if they would never tire.
Ten Gatekeepers held their positions while another ten fired arrows. The rest were busy clearing away corpses, each wielding a hook to drag dead bodies out before climbing to the second floor and tossing them out through the windows.
The ground gradually became stained with blood.
"Give me a favor for Hu Han, spare my brother's life. Just a favor!" Suddenly, Hu Han's voice rang out from outside, sounding slightly hoarse.
Clearly, he had been shouting for quite some time.
Strangely, Zheng Yifan felt a bit moved. It was truly rare for someone like Hu Han to maintain such a mindset in the harsh environment of the apocalypse. Perhaps one could call him a simpleton in this post-apocalyptic world.
However, such individuals were undoubtedly a rare breed in the apocalypse—a glimmer of light amidst the darkness.
"Big brother! Don't worry about us. Once this is over, I'll treat you to a drink!" Zheng Yifan's calm voice eased Hu Han's worries.
He knew that what he was doing was ultimately futile; those people outside were already driven mad by hunger. Even if it cost them their lives, they would still fight for a bite to eat.
The harsh management had kept their frustrations at bay until now, and only now did their madness begin to surface.
The Slum—this was where the starving ghosts lived, where hundreds died of hunger every day. Occasionally, even thousands would perish. This place was a survival of the fittest; the First Division systematically reduced the population of the Gathering Place.
They were part of those who had been abandoned.
"I bet they'll break in within half an hour; five bucks on it," several soldiers from the First Division were gambling at the door.
"Half an hour? Old Yu, you really think highly of them. I bet it'll be within ten minutes—five bucks on that."
"I'll take fifteen minutes; that way, I get all the time from fifteen to zero minutes—hahaha!" said another soldier with a sharp face.
They watched nonchalantly as the crazed Survivors attacked Store No. 1.
That was a full five tons of food—essentially a gift to the First Division, like sending wealth right to their doorstep.
"I'll give you ten minutes. If you can't disperse them, each of you will lose ten thousand Military Merit. If you succeed, everyone gets one hundred thousand Military Merit!" Zheng Yifan shouted loudly.
"Kill!" In an instant, the warriors in Shop No. 1 went wild. The long spears no longer thrust collectively; whoever could kill quickly did so, while those hauling away the bodies moved even faster, practically running.
They had to clear the corpses; otherwise, the entrance would be blocked, and the spacious area would become restricted.
"It's the Dayu Mercenary Corps! Charge! Their Commander is a Superpowered Individual! Follow Dayu, and you won't have to worry about food!" A wave of enthusiastic cheers erupted from the crowd as more than thirty uniformly dressed Mercenaries appeared, their clothing reinforced with iron plates. The damage from a spear piercing through the iron plates wouldn't be significant. Several other Mercenaries wielding long spears engaged in combat with the warriors inside.
"Captain! Let me go; it seems they have a Superpowered Individual among them." Li Ning whispered to Zheng Yifan.
"Eliminate them all, leave no one behind. I want to see just how powerful your Superpower really is." A smile slowly spread across Zheng Yifan's face.
He hoped to witness Li Ning unleash his Superpower because he had never seen its destructive capability before.
Usually, Li Ning trained secretly according to instructions. Today was finally his moment to shine.
"Everyone at the entrance, step aside; I can handle this myself." Li Ning picked up the long staff that Zheng Yifan had customized for him and stood at the main entrance.
The Crossbowmen behind him and the Pikemen in front gradually retreated, collectively revealing excited expressions.
They looked forward to witnessing Li Ning's Superpower because they knew that one day they too would possess such strength. Now was their chance to see it in action.
"Kid, don’t let your big talk get ahead of you; come die!" As others had not completely stepped aside, a figure emerged from the Dayu Mercenary Corps—a pimple-faced man with a sharp chin and a face full of acne, ready to burst at any moment, with pus potentially dripping down his cheeks.
"Ugh! You disgust me. Go die!" Li Ning retched and launched a fierce thrust.
It was simple and direct—the move he had practiced the most.
There were no flashy names; it was just an ordinary thrust.
"Die!" The Pimple-faced Man swung his right hand wildly, his fingernails suddenly extending like claws until they reached half a meter before he viciously clawed at Li Ning.
What awaited him was a stream of white air—the last thing he would ever see.
With a thrust from Li Ning, a fierce pressure suddenly manifested in the air, compressing violently into the groove at the front of Li Ning's spear.
The turbulent airflow was gradually compressed, slowly coalescing into a solid form, as if sealing away a storm.
Then, as Li Ning thrust forward, the raging air spiraled along the inner grooves and erupted outward with tremendous force.
A horizontal Tornado appeared, wildly consuming all life in its path. The winds within the Tornado sliced through everything like countless sharp blades.
Anything caught in its grasp would be shredded to pieces. But that was not the most terrifying part; the true horror lay at the center of the Tornado, which was not an eye of calm but an even more ferocious and slender Tornado.
At the very core of Li Ning's spear, a fine spiral condensed all the essence of the storm, and the tempest that erupted bore a faint blue hue.
The howling winds swept up nearly everyone at the entrance. The Tornado's fierce suction pulled all of Li Ning's targets into its vortex, while those who went unnoticed managed to escape this disaster.
The Tornado slowly ascended into the sky and gradually dissipated, leaving behind chunks of flesh that seemed to transform into a rain of blood—a true storm of blood and carnage—falling upon Fortune God Street.
Only Hu Han remained, standing frozen at the entrance of Shop No. 1, his legs trembling uncontrollably before he collapsed onto the ground.
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