Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
As Lu Xiaoran moved closer, he finally realized that the people before him were not the villagers from Dragon Ridge Village. Judging by their attire, they appeared to be city dwellers. It was not surprising for city folks to come up this mountain, especially since Lu Zhengjun and his family had just come down from the foot of the mountain.
However, Lu Xiaoran couldn't understand why these people had come to Dragon Ridge Mountain. What could they possibly want here? He decided it would be better to find someone and ask directly rather than speculate aimlessly. With that resolution, he quickly made his way toward the tents.
At that moment, the Outsiders around the tents noticed Lu Xiaoran's presence. One young man, known as Sneaky Man, whispered to his companion, "That guy in all that metal armor must be the one living in that house. I saw him coming from the south just now."
His companion replied quietly, "What if we just take him out? He must have the key to that house. Once we deal with him, we can grab the key and get inside."
Sneaky Man's eyes lit up; he had been thinking along the same lines. Since Lu Xiaoran had been hiding in the safe house, he considered him nothing more than a turtle retreating into its shell. The safe house was like a hard shell, and despite their various attempts, they hadn't been able to break through it.
But now, with the turtle having come out of its shell, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If they could kill Lu Xiaoran and obtain his key, they could easily unlock the safe house door without any effort.
After whispering a few more plans, the two of them entered the tent and retrieved the machetes they had brought up the mountain. "Let's hide behind the tent so he doesn't see us. When he comes over, we'll take him down," Sneaky Man suggested.
Having already killed someone the previous night, they felt no psychological burden about doing it again. In this apocalyptic world, old morals and laws had long been forgotten. What people believed in now was simply the law of the jungle: survival of the fittest.
Being killed wasn't about right or wrong; it was simply because one was too weak. The two of them gripped their machetes tightly, crouching behind the tent as they held their breath and waited for Lu Xiaoran to pass by.
Three steps, two steps, one step.
Lu Xiaoran reached the edge of the tent, and exchanged a glance with another person. Together, they raised their knives and swiftly slashed down at him.
Lu Xiaoran reacted quickly, dodging their attacks with a swift movement.
Before the two could strike again, Lu Xiaoran raised his hand and conjured a Submachine Gun out of thin air.
Seeing the gun appear in Lu Xiaoran's hand, the two individuals' pupils constricted in shock, and their knife-wielding movements faltered.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Lu Xiaoran aimed the gun at them and unleashed a barrage of bullets, turning the two into Swiss cheese.
As they stared at the lifeless bodies on the ground and the Submachine Gun in Lu Xiaoran's hand, the surrounding Outsiders were terrified and scattered in all directions, rolling and crawling away to safety.
Comment 0 Comment Count