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Xin Mengfan followed behind Song Jiu and, upon hearing the noise, glanced over, immediately turning pale with shock. "Brother Jiu." Song Jiu turned around again, his face already showing signs of anger. Why weren't you so tough when you were buried under the Zombie? I just let you out, and you're already eager to prove yourself? "Keep an eye on her; don't let her shout again." Song Jiu pushed Xiaofei towards Pockmarked Girl, then swiftly drew a bone knife from his lower back and strode towards the three people who were tangled up in a fight.
Seeing him brandishing a weapon, Xiaofei was about to speak up to stop him, but Pockmarked Girl hurriedly covered her mouth and whispered in her ear, "Don't provoke him." To be fair, saving the damsel in distress requires some skill. A Hai and his companion were caught off guard and knocked down hard. Though they were angry, they didn't retaliate. Little did they know that their gentlemanly demeanor only served to benefit Cold Man. He had also gone berserk, tearing off his vest to reveal a muscular physique. With a punch here and a punch there, he quickly knocked down two Young Men who had just gotten back on their feet.
When Cold Man saw Song Jiu approaching with a knife, he showed no fear; instead, he stepped forward boldly and declared, "Let go of Effie, or I won't hold back." With that, he delivered a powerful kick aimed at A Hai, who was getting up with the knife. The kick landed heavily on A Hai's face before he could react, sending him flying two meters away with a muffled groan.
Song Jiu's pupils dilated and then constricted as veins bulged on his arm gripping the bone knife. How dare you give me attitude? "Jiu Jiu, watch out for the gun!" Xin Mengfan, who had been observing from Watchtower, suddenly screamed. Song Jiu had already raised the bone knife; upon hearing the warning, he instinctively crouched down and rolled to the side. Just as he did so, gunfire erupted where he had been standing moments before.
Before Song Jiu could get back up, another gust of wind rushed overhead. To his surprise, Cold Man didn’t dodge the gunfire; instead, he took advantage of Song Jiu's momentary distraction to deliver another kick. Song Jiu had clearly seen A Hai take that hit earlier; A Hai was still lying there now. It seemed Cold Man was also skilled; if that kick connected with Song Jiu's head, it would surely result in a concussion.
In a fit of rage, Song Jiu didn't dodge but instead grabbed Cold Man's kicking leg and half-squatted to flip him over in an awkward manner. Although the move looked clumsy, it was effective—Cold Man leaned forward as if about to split himself in half. However, he didn’t panic; instead, he sprang off the ground with his other foot and delivered another powerful kick! This time there was no way to evade it. Lacking any martial arts background and relying purely on street-fighting tactics, Song Jiu had managed to dodge the first kick through quick thinking but could only brace for impact against the second.
A second before Cold Man's iron leg struck his head, Song Jiu released his grip on the leg to protect his face with one hand while thrusting the bone knife forward with the other. Two pained cries echoed through the air as both men hit the ground: Song Jiu fell into a patch of grass while Cold Man landed hard on the ground, clutching his bleeding thigh.
The second gunshot followed closely behind, severing a cluster of white wildflowers and embedding itself into the damp earth. From Xin Mengfan's warning to both men collapsing on the ground took less than half a minute; all the Onlookers saw was two fighters rolling around before being interrupted by gunfire from the wall.
Even if the guards were blind, they wouldn't miss seeing a group of people in the grass. The warehouse was off-limits; suddenly having a bunch of people appear without warning could only mean trouble. The guards remained diligent and wasted no time issuing direct warnings. After two shots rang out, the small crowd dispersed. The two fighters stood up—one glaring at the other while one looked towards Watchtower.
Song Jiu ignored Cold Man clutching his thigh and waved his hands towards Watchtower while urging everyone to leave quickly as the guards were momentarily distracted. Zombie hadn’t fired yet during their siege but now opened fire; it was clear that chaos had erupted in the square where Militia gathered.
"This isn't over," Cold Man glared at Song Jiu with malice while limping away with Xiaofei’s support. Song Jiu felt overwhelmed and couldn't be bothered with Cold Man anymore; he shook off droplets of blood from his knife blade and watched helplessly as the wall guards rang the bell at Watchtower. There was no way to stop it now; all he could do was turn around and run.
He quickly settled everyone in a pigpen shed without much explanation except for telling them not to wander off until he returned before rushing back to Main Square with Pockmarked Girl. As expected, chaos reigned in the square; what had been a quiet crowd before had turned into a cacophony of voices shouting about something. Chef Jia stood atop a statue with a stern expression and said nothing.
Upon seeing Song Jiu and Pockmarked Girl approaching from that direction, Chef Jia’s expression changed slightly as she jumped down with one hand supporting herself and rushed towards them. "What happened?" Before they even met face-to-face, Chef Jia’s question came first.
"It’s nothing; we were discovered by Watchtower guards," Song Jiu briefly explained what had happened and asked, "What about you? The Zombies in the warehouse are cleared out; you need to calm down Watchtower or else those Zombies will go crazy."
"I'm going crazy too," Chef Jia shot him an annoyed glance while pointing at the frenzied crowd below. "You handle this; I can't keep them under control."
"Aren't you Big Sister?" Song Jiu asked in surprise.
"I'm just a cook," Chef Jia stood there helplessly beside Pockmarked Girl and tilted her head to ask, "Were there any casualties?"
"None... well, sort of," Chef Jia frowned in confusion. "Is Effie okay?"
"She’s fine; however, her boyfriend got killed by Song Jiu..." Pockmarked Girl swallowed hard as she recounted what happened during their 'surprise attack' on the warehouse. She still hadn't fully processed everything; although things seemed to have gone smoothly at first glance, something felt off.
"How could this happen?" Chef Jia was equally puzzled since she personally delivered meals to that warehouse every day and knew who was inside—how did those few captives manage to eliminate all Zombie guards before Song Jiu arrived? Despite her confusion, she didn't dwell on it too much as she watched Song Jiu grit his teeth and push into the crowd while she resumed her icy demeanor with arms crossed ready for whatever drama unfolded next.
The Militia might be cowardly against Zombies but were brave men within their camp—Scarface Bald, Stubborn Man, Xiao Zhu—these three could keep them in check. Chef Jia could also command these three effectively which kept everything running smoothly until suddenly two Patrol Team leaders died and one went missing—skipping this crucial link made Chef Jia's authority less effective than before.
Indeed these Militia survivors bore no ill will towards Chef Jia since she provided them delicious meals daily; they generally cared for women and children alike showing her some respect regardless of gender due to her role as “household manager.” However if Chef Jia suddenly jumped from “household manager” straight into “commander-in-chief,” these men would certainly rebel against her authority.
In this harsh world where order has collapsed many may be cowards but none are fools—those who appeared meek often harbored ulterior motives when faced with someone like Stubborn Man or when confronted by Zombies would flee faster than rabbits while working diligently whenever Chef Jia assigned tasks.
Scarface Bald’s death had already spread throughout their ranks with various versions circulating but all pointing fingers at Chef Jia due to Scarface Bald’s oppressive rule characterized by violence or verbal abuse—he wasn’t exactly an iron-willed man but merely maintained control through fear of force.
Now that he was dead—the dark cloud looming over everyone dissipated—what did they have left to fear? Even though Zombies surrounded them outside it didn’t diminish their desire for power within Militia ranks.
Indeed power struggles were brewing just like how everyone knew Riverside Fortress held great advantages—everyone wanted to sit atop this camp’s hierarchy without realizing that Zombies played an integral part in this equation which intensified their competition even more fiercely despite imminent death looming outside their gates—they still wanted their moment of glory before facing demise.
Was it ridiculous? Not at all!
Song Jiu observed these people coldly labeling each according to their behavior: those who shouted loudest were often those who had been most humble previously—they would bow low before Stubborn Man yet sprint away from Zombies while working harder than anyone else when Chef Jia assigned tasks—not because they were virtuous but simply because Scarface Bald or Stubborn Man were not easy targets—they exemplified classic bully behavior where they preyed upon weakness.
Those who avoided eye contact or looked around nervously were typically fence-sitters unwilling to stick their necks out but secretly plotting their own schemes against someone like little Jiu Jiu; meanwhile those silent ones seemed sharp enough at least temporarily discerning priorities amidst chaos knowing full well that once Zombies broke through doors it’d be too late for anyone involved—fighting amongst themselves would be futile then!
Song Jiu estimated among those silent types there might even be some Zombies lurking within—but appearances can be deceiving—and now wasn’t exactly time for mole hunting either!
He snatched away a shotgun from one particularly loud man in front climbed atop an incongruous statue amidst current surroundings loading shells into chamber aiming downward unleashing fiery blasts below!
“Bang!” The makeshift shotgun unleashed devastating firepower at close range causing shrapnel fragments to scatter among first row of people eliciting screams echoing throughout crowd!
Raising Black Muzzle toward throng once noise subsided slightly he bellowed furiously: “Shut up!”
The crowd fell silent staring bewilderedly at this unfamiliar face exchanging glances filled with confusion—some even raised their weapons hesitantly fingers inching toward triggers!
“Who is this?” “Never seen him before.” “...”
“Listen! There are Zombies swarming outside! I’m going out there now—we’ll kill them together! Whoever survives till tomorrow morning becomes leader of this camp! Sound good?!!”
Song Jiu’s impassioned declaration received no response whatsoever—the previously noisy crowd abruptly quieted down though whispers like “idiot” began surfacing quietly among them!
“Not good?” Spitting disdainfully Song Jiu accidentally spat onto one Militia member’s face due to lack of control from above!
He scoffed repeatedly pointing accusingly toward now-silent crowd berating them: “Why were you all shouting earlier? Look how furious Sister Jia is! Which idiot suggested elections? Step forward!”
The crowd exchanged glances slowly parting ways revealing one burly neckless man standing alone amidst them!
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