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墨書 Inktalez
Just emerging from a horde of zombies, still reeking of decay and filth, I felt the tension in my body still coiled tight.
Suddenly, we were blocked by a group of towering figures.
It was clear they were no good; dressed in tattered leather jackets, their fierce glares radiated a palpable aura of menace.
The leader, sporting a Mohawk hairstyle, had a cigarette butt dangling from his lips, the glowing ember flickering as if mocking our current predicament.
“Hey, buddy, you’ve got some guts,” he said, sizing us up. His eyes roamed over our blood-stained rags with a predatory gleam, reminiscent of a butcher eyeing a fattened sheep, greed unmistakably etched on his face.
I cursed my luck inwardly; just when I thought I had escaped one danger, I stumbled right into another.
“Our boss wants to meet you guys to discuss a potential partnership,” he grinned, revealing a set of yellowed teeth that made his smile resemble that of a starving wild dog spotting a moldy bun—both eager and disgusted.
Partnership?
I nearly burst out laughing. In this ruthless wasteland where people devoured each other without hesitation, the idea of cooperation was downright absurd!
I quickly plastered an expression of “pleasant surprise” on my face while my mind raced to devise an escape plan.
“Oh wow, it’s such an honor to be recognized by your esteemed leader; truly, it’s our privilege!”
As I spoke insincere pleasantries, I discreetly observed the group of men before me.
Three burly figures stood loosely positioned, wielding rusty steel pipes and worn-out machetes. Their equipment may have been lacking, but the ferocity in their eyes was unmistakable.
It seemed that escaping this trap today would be quite difficult.
The mysterious girl maintained a cold expression throughout, as if the air around her had frozen into blocks of ice. She ignored the provocations from the gang, standing there like a beautiful ice sculpture, completely motionless.
Zhong Dali, on the other hand, wore an excited expression, completely oblivious to the threat in their words.
He gazed at the weapons in their hands with wide eyes, as if he had stumbled upon a rare treasure.
"Wow! A big knife! So cool!"
He suddenly exclaimed, causing Mohawk's smile to freeze on his face.
"Hmm?"
Mohawk clearly hadn't expected Zhong Dali to say that. A flicker of confusion crossed his eyes as he stared at Zhong Dali like he was an idiot.
My heart sank; I feared this clueless guy might say something even more shocking.
"I'm sorry, my brother isn't very bright. Please don't take offense," I quickly intervened, shooting a fierce glare at Zhong Dali while silently praying he wouldn't cause more trouble.
Zhong Dali rubbed the back of his head sheepishly but couldn't help himself from pointing at the steel pipe in Mohawk's hand, continuing to act foolishly.
"That's so cool! Wow! Is it made of iron?"
Mohawk rolled his eyes in exasperation, seemingly giving up on trying to communicate with Zhong Dali, and turned his gaze back to me.
"Enough talk, come with us," he said, his tone shifting from feigned politeness to one of undeniable command.
At that moment, a much larger figure slowly emerged from behind the ruins, moving like a small mountain and blocking what little sunlight remained.
He was imposing, with a grotesque scar running from his forehead down to his chin, resembling a centipede resting on his face, sending chills down my spine.
His eyes were cold and menacing, radiating an air of undeniable intimidation; it was clear he was not someone to be trifled with.
This must be their leader, the so-called "gang boss."
"It’s you who killed my men?"
He fixed his gaze on me, his voice gravelly and deep, as if it had risen from the depths of hell, sending shivers down my back.
My heart sank.
So they were here to cause trouble; the so-called "cooperation" was merely a ruse to lure us in.
It seemed there was no escaping a fierce battle today.
"Boss, you’ve got it all wrong. We’re decent people; we wouldn’t kill anyone casually."
I continued to play the fool, maintaining a harmless smile on my face while my mind raced with calculations of our odds.
"Cut the act."
The leader snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over us like a hawk, as if he intended to see right through us.
"Join my gang of rogues and hand over all valuable resources, including..."
He paused, his greedy eyes lingering on me for a few seconds, like a venomous snake fixating on its prey.
"The secret you carry."
He was referring to my ability of "Soul-Eating Immunity Evolution."
It seemed they were not only interested in our resources but also intrigued by the power I possessed.
"This way, you can gain protection; otherwise..."
A cruel smile curled at the corners of his mouth, resembling a beast ready to pounce on its victim.
"Just wait to be eliminated."
Eliminated?
That term was quite interesting—were they planning to dispose of us like trash?
I scoffed internally but kept the obsequious smile plastered on my face, resembling a tail-wagging puppy begging for mercy.
"Clean up? Boss, are you joking? We're so weak, why would you need to do it yourself?"
As I spoke flattering words, I secretly exchanged glances with Zhong Dali and the mysterious girl, signaling them.
Left, up, fast!
These were the brief instructions we had agreed upon earlier.
Left meant to circle around; up meant to prepare for an attack; fast indicated we needed to move quickly.
Though the mysterious girl still wore a cold expression, a slight flicker in her peripheral vision showed she had received my signal.
Zhong Dali seemed a bit confused, but upon seeing my gaze, he instinctively took a stance ready to charge forward, like a bull poised to spring into action.
The leader of the rogue gang and his subordinates had clearly let their guard down, thinking we were too frightened by their threats.
They were just about to step forward and take us away.
At that moment, my smile suddenly vanished.
In its place was a mocking and icy expression, as if I had transformed into a different person.
"I'm sorry, Boss," I said softly, my tone laced with sarcasm, as if I were mocking a clown.
"I have a little problem."
I deliberately paused, watching their expressions freeze in an instant, feeling a surge of satisfaction inside.
"I don't like being... cleaned up by others."
The air suddenly thickened, as if time itself had come to a standstill.
The faces of everyone in the Gang changed, their looks shifting from disdain to shock and anger, like a pack of enraged beasts.
"What the hell did you just say?!"
Mohawk roared, the first to draw his machete. The blade glinted ominously in the dim light, sending chills down one's spine.
The leader's gaze was sinister as he fixed his eyes on me; the scar on his face seemed to come alive, twisting like a grotesque worm, making one feel nauseous.
"You're asking for trouble!"
With a single command, all the gang members drew their weapons, their eyes narrowing menacingly at us, like hungry wolves eyeing their prey.
The atmosphere instantly became tense and charged, and it seemed an inevitable confrontation was upon us.
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