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"Wow, how did A Hu become so strong? No one can match this speed, not even Wei Luhe and Xu Lixing!" Chen Letian was dumbfounded, then gritted his teeth and jumped down from the excavator, looking fierce.
"The tiger doesn't show its power, and you all think I'm a sick cat! Let me show you Brother Tian's true strength! I’ll go all out; when I go crazy, even I’m scared of myself!"
Chen Letian picked up a metal rod from the ground.
It was part of an iron fence that had fallen after the earthquake, about two meters long and thicker than a thumb, weighing at least twenty to thirty pounds.
In Chen Letian's hands, however, it felt as light as a toothpick.
A Mutant Mouse charged in from outside, lunging at him!
Chen Letian took a step forward, bent his waist, focused his mind, and suddenly shouted loudly. With his right hand tightly gripping the metal rod, he swung it forcefully at the Mutant Mouse!
Bang!
He missed!
On the third floor of the Office Building, Zhou Wen let out a chuckle. In a situation where everyone else was too afraid to speak loudly for fear of attracting the Mutant Mouse, his laughter stood out clearly.
Unfortunately, Chen Letian had very good hearing...
His face turned red; the metal rod hit the ground and bent directly. It was hard to tell just how strong he really was.
The Mutant Mouse was startled by his metal rod and scurried several meters away. Then, thinking this fat guy looked foolish and easy to deal with, it turned around, bared its teeth, and charged at Chen Letian.
"Wow, do you really think I'm easy to bully?" In the past, Chen Letian would have run away or called for Brother Xu Lixing to come to his rescue.
But perhaps stimulated by Zhou Wen's laughter, he didn’t back down. He clenched his fists and threw a punch at the Mutant Mouse!
With this punch, he gathered all his strength. A fist as large as a brawl was certainly much more effective than an iron rod, and it came crashing down heavily on the face of the Mutant Mouse.
Bang!
Chen Letian's power was truly terrifying. The Mutant Mouse, which weighed around forty to fifty pounds, was sent flying several meters away, crashing hard against the iron railing before falling to the ground, unable to get back up. It struggled a few times before taking its last breath.
"Wow, I didn't know I was this strong!" This was Chen Letian's first time going all out, and he realized just how impressive he really was. He immediately held his head high and raised his eyebrows at Zhou Wen, but at the same time, he gritted his teeth because his hand really hurt!
Could it be swollen?
On the third floor of the Office Building, Zhou Wen covered her mouth, really wanting to laugh but not daring to do so. She felt that Chen Letian's proud expression looked too fierce, reminding her of the Stone Giant, Zhang Yue. She feared that her suppressed laughter might provoke him and lead to trouble.
Chen Letian had no idea what Zhou Wen was thinking; he was still secretly pleased with himself for intimidating the young girl with his heroic image. However, he soon heard Shen Yuan's loud shout: "Chen Letian! What are you standing there for? Watch out behind you!"
Chen Letian quickly turned around to see three Mutant Mice charging at him!
"Seriously, do they have to do this?" Chen Letian felt guilty and then turned around...
And ran!
A shadow flashed by as A Hu rushed over and swiftly took down one of the Mutant Mice in a split second.
It was terrifying; the other two Mutant Mice actually hesitated and dared not approach.
A Hu turned to glance at Chen Letian.
That glance was quite human-like; it was a look of disdain that made Chen Letian feel a bit embarrassed...
More than twenty Mutant Mice were not as difficult to deal with as imagined.
In fact, if Chen Letian was really pushed to the limit, he could easily take down three Mutant Mice at once by himself, suffering only minor injuries at most. Xu Lixing was even stronger, and A Hu was needless to say; dealing with Mutant Mice was like child's play for him. The strength of the two Spirit Cats was indeed remarkable!
The others were no pushovers either. Wei Luhe was impressive, and Shen Yuan was even more so.
In less than three minutes of fighting, half of the Mutant Mice were dead, and the remaining ones began to flee.
"Clean up the battlefield and throw the Mutant Mouse corpses into the cargo area; leave them for A Hu to eat," Shen Yuan said.
Although the cargo area was large, it was already filled with various items, including cookware and even a motorcycle, leaving little space remaining.
In the end, they managed to collect only five Mutant Mice, while a few others were left piled in the yard.
"Boss, you must be tired. Why don't you take a nap? I'll keep watch," Chen Letian offered.
Shen Yuan nodded.
He was indeed feeling a bit fatigued and returned to the driver's seat to sleep.
The others also went back to sleep one after another.
That night, the Survivors in the Office Building could no longer sleep.
Shen Yuan and their combat power had completely intimidated them!
"My God, that guy named Xu Lixing is truly ruthless! He didn't even use a gun; he took down three Mutant Mice with his bare hands! His speed is incredible, like a ghost! He strikes hard; with just a flick of his hands, he twisted off the heads of the Mutant Mice!"
"That guy called Chen Letian is really impressive! With just one punch, he killed the Mutant Mouse! His strength is probably not any less than that of the Stone Giant, Zhang Yue, right?"
"What are you all looking at? That cat is the real deal! Its speed is faster than Xu Lixing's. In the blink of an eye, it took down one Mutant Mouse, and in another blink, it took down a second one! It has killed a total of five Mutant Mice, the most of anyone!"
"By the way, did you notice that the one who seems to be the leader, Shen Ge, doesn't seem to have much ability? He relies entirely on his pistol and Micro Submachine Gun, right? How did he become the boss? Shouldn't strength be respected in this apocalypse?"
"Heh, if I had a pistol and a Micro Submachine Gun, I'd definitely be better than him!"
...
The speaker was oblivious, but the listeners were attentive.
In a certain room, several people exchanged glances and then nodded heavily. One of them raised his hand, and between each finger appeared twenty-centimeter-long bone spikes—three on each hand, just like Wolverine from X-Men!
This night was still long.
Many people stayed awake all night.
As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Shen Yuan's face, he woke up.
After sleeping for four hours, he felt refreshed but his stomach was growling.
He was hungry.
Others were hungry too.
Chen Letian quickly started a fire to cook, but there was only enough food for their small group. As for the Survivors in the Office Building, they had scavenged quite a bit of food and would take care of themselves.
"Um, Shen Ge, I would like to discuss something with you. Can we have these Mutant Mice? We... also want to eat some Mutated Rat Meat," a few survivors approached, including the Skinny Guy and Ling Jie.
Shen Yuan sat in the driver's seat, holding a piece of Mutated Serpent Scale in his left hand, absorbing the Source of Life, and nodded gently.
Since they wouldn't be able to finish it anyway and it would go bad, it was fine to let them eat it.
The group left, still discussing among themselves:
"Hey, wasn't the glass on this vehicle cracked? How come it's all fixed now? And the back door of the compartment, didn't Guo Zuo make a hole in it? Now it's gone too?"
"Could it be that they brought spare glass?"
"That piece of glass must have been special glass, right? Bulletproof glass? Even Guo Zuo couldn't break through! Is this piece still special glass?"
"That's possible! These people must be wealthy; they probably modified it themselves before the apocalypse!"
"If I had a vehicle like this, what would there be to fear in the apocalypse!"
...
One person turned back to glance at the glass and then at Shen Yuan, his gaze lingering on the Micro Submachine Gun hanging from Shen Yuan's chest, seemingly lost in thought.
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