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"Get lost, you brat! I've taken these two bags of instant noodles for your father." With a fierce kick, the burly man sent the frail Sun Yang crashing into the corner of the wall. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and soon he was left with only faint groans as his body convulsed.
His injuries likely included internal bleeding, and it wouldn't be long before he departed from this world.
"Beast!" Zheng Yifan's eyes widened in fury as he glared at the muscular man. He reached for something at his waist and, filled with rage, hurled it at him.
It was a one-cent coin from Zheng Yifan's pocket, meant to serve as a token to return to the real world. In his anger, he couldn't care less about its purpose. A spark ignited as Zheng Yifan threw it into the air, only to vanish into thin air. However, the cold glint of his determination shone even brighter.
In an instant, Zheng Yifan's strike shattered the burly man's arm.
"Listen here, Sun! You must hand over all the Essence Fruits you've obtained today. If you dare to give me anything less than complete compliance, I will ensure that both you and your father meet a gruesome end—chopped up and fed to those Zombies!" The muscular man continued to threaten those inside the room.
"Boss... doesn't it hurt?" The man's younger brother pointed at his arm, beads of cold sweat trickling down his face.
"Hurt? What do you mean?" The burly man looked puzzled as he raised his left hand to inspect it, then attempted to lift his right hand.
"Hey! Where's my right hand?" Only then did he feel a wave of pain wash over him. "Ah!"
His anguished howl made the neighbors quickly shut their doors, fearing trouble would come their way.
"Boss! It was those people outside!" The younger brother finally noticed Zheng Yifan and his companions had stepped outside.
Zheng Yifan led the way, with Li Ning by his side. Instead of a training rifle, he wielded a stick—a peculiar one at that. The tip was shaped like a half-sphere, hollowed out with numerous spiral lines etched into it, and in the center was a specially drilled threaded hole.
This custom weapon had taken considerable effort from Zheng Yifan to arrange through connections with a military enterprise.
Such a thing cost several million, made from military-grade special alloys.
At this moment, when Li Ning took it out, it seemed particularly bizarre. After all, a weapon that required so much effort to create was hardly something to be used as a mere stick.
"All of you get the hell out of here! If you dare to act recklessly again, I'll make sure you meet your maker," Zheng Yifan said fiercely.
The anger in his heart was beyond measure. They were ruthless towards ordinary people, which was already unacceptable, but to lay such heavy hands on a child was unforgivable. That was a Child; in a Post-Apocalypse world, they should be enjoying their childhood and happiness, studying in school, and becoming the pillars of the future.
Without children, there would be no future for this world. Yet these people’s first act was to bully a child.
"Who do you think you are, popping up like a big garlic clove? Who let you out of your pants?" One of the thugs arrogantly pointed at Zheng Yifan. They had completely forgotten about the injuries their strongman had sustained; having been tyrants on Fortune God Street for so long had made them increasingly arrogant.
"Die!" Before Zheng Yifan could respond, Li Ning charged forward first. His current identity was that of Zheng Yifan's bodyguard. In ancient times, if the lord was insulted, the vassal would die; in this apocalypse, an insult to his leader was an insult to the entire Hope Gathering Place and had to be avenged with blood.
Li Ning reversed his long staff, not using the special end against the thug but instead aimed the tail end at him before swiftly thrusting it three times like lightning.
The speed was astonishing; this was honed through rigorous training. The killing intent surged like a rainbow, with wisps of white airflow appearing with each thrust.
This airflow was difficult for most people to notice; aside from Zheng Yifan and Li Ning, no one else paid it any mind.
However, this subtle airflow had already played a significant role. Li Ning's long staff pierced through the thug without any obstruction and then delivered a heavy blow that sent him flying several meters away, crashing hard against the wooden house's wall—he would likely struggle to detach himself. Drops of blood slid down the wall.
"A Superpowered Individual?" The strongman looked at Li Ning in disbelief. The attack was incredibly strange; he hadn't seen any specific power being used, but it was undeniable that its strength had surpassed human limits.
"You can die too!" Without hesitation, Zheng Yifan's right fist struck him hard. Flames wrapped around him as if he had suddenly been raised to tens of thousands of degrees in temperature, instantly turning him to ash without leaving a trace behind.
Zheng Yifan had no intention of letting them stay, as calling in their accomplices would only create trouble.
The place felt like an alley in the middle of a wooden house, with hardly anyone paying attention to it. Fortune God Street was nearly deserted; most people had gone out searching for supplies.
Without waiting for Zheng Yifan to signal, the group behind him surged forward and quickly dealt with the situation.
Among the crowd, the most ruthless was Secretary Sun Jiang. He charged into the throng, grabbing people's heads and twisting them at a sixty-degree angle. Enhanced by Essence, his superpower was supportive, but his physical strength was no different from anyone else's, showcasing formidable attack power.
In just a matter of seconds, everyone had been cleared out.
"Yangyang! Yangyang!" As Zheng Yifan entered the wooden house, he saw the scene inside—a frail man lay on the wooden bed, struggling desperately but lacking any strength. He couldn't even manage to get off the bed.
In the corner, Sun Yang was spitting blood, oozing it out little by little.
"Please, please save Yangyang! I have Essence Fruit here; just feed him one portion, and you can keep the rest. Please help me!" The man on the bed pointed towards the corner of the room as he struggled upon seeing one of Zheng Yifan's warriors behind him.
That spot looked like any ordinary piece of land, no different from anywhere else. However, Zheng Yifan believed that the man would never harm his own son.
With a glance over his shoulder, he signaled for someone to grab a military shovel from the tricycle and start digging.
"Old Squad Leader! What happened to you?" Suddenly, one of the soldiers who had entered behind Zheng Yifan stared in shock at the man on the bed.
This soldier had joined Zheng Yifan alongside Left Guard and was known for his decisiveness in battle. He had been a tough guy in special forces. Yet now, looking at Sun Hai on the bed, he seemed on the verge of tears.
"Captain, this is my squad leader from my rookie company, named Sun Hai. He's a well-known tough guy in our military district. He had to retire after getting injured during a shootout with drug traffickers. I heard he became the chief of a local police station," Soldier Cui Long said, tears streaming down his face as he looked at Old Squad Leader's struggling form.
"Captain, I still have over 44,000 Military Merit points. Can I advance an A-Level Essence? I promise to make up the 6,000 Military Merit points within a month," Cui Long whispered to Zheng Yifan.
"I found it." At the same time, the soldiers digging ahead unearthed a Wooden Box.
Inside the box was a pack of Gold and Silver Jewelry and a bunch of grape-like Essence Fruits.
Essence Fruits—Zheng Yifan instantly recognized the grade of these fruits. They were slightly shriveled, clearly having been picked some time ago, but there was no doubt that these fruits had a long shelf life. Even now, their value hadn't diminished significantly.
"There are a total of seven Essence Fruits. According to Military Merit exchange rates, they can be traded for 7,000 Military Merit points." Zheng Yifan casually took the Essence Fruits and stuffed them into his bag, then nonchalantly pulled out a tube of A-Level Essence, tacitly approving Cui Long's exchange for Sun Yang.
This was considered special treatment under the circumstances; after all, exchanging Essence for outsiders was prohibited within the military.
The Essence Fruits were directly exchanged by Zheng Yifan for portions of A-Level Essence and a vial of Essence Liquid. This tube of Essence was what Zheng Yifan had just exchanged using spatial barriers.
Cui Long took the Essence from Zheng Yifan's hands, looking at him with deep gratitude before glancing back at his Old Squad Leader.
Then he gritted his teeth and fed the Essence directly into Sun Yang's mouth.
"Your Old Squad Leader desperately needs nutrition right now. Go get some high-calorie food from the vehicle to help him regain his strength," Zheng Yifan said. He had already noticed that the person on the bed wasn't weak; rather, after successfully using the Essence Fruit, his body required a large amount of nutrition due to prolonged malnutrition that had left his cells deprived.
If he didn't consume a significant amount of food soon, it wouldn't be long before he would be consumed by his own starving cells, leaving behind nothing but a pile of decayed flesh from his evolution.
After all, becoming a Superpowered Individual required an immense amount of energy. Unless one evolved into an auxiliary Superpowered Individual or a very low-tier Superpowered Individual, most needed substantial nutrition as their cells would demand nutrients aggressively, depleting body fat in the process.
However, if a person suffers from long-term malnutrition, it will be impossible to supply the cells with the necessary nutrients, leading to terrifying consequences.
When Li Ning activated his superpower, he also went through a period of hunger.
Fortunately, his physical condition was exceptional; the energy stored in his body and his strong muscles were enough to support him through the activation. However, for a week after completing the activation, he had to binge eat, consuming at least five meals a day.
Of course, in the Hope Gathering Place, the members of the legion never lacked food.
As for Sun Yang on the ground, after feeding him Essence, Zheng Yifan signaled Sun Jiang to take a military Energy Bar from the tricycle to help replenish his strength.
That item was high in calories and quickly restored energy. It was currently the best emergency food available.
"Thank you!" The man on the bed watched as his child drank the Essence given by Zheng Yifan. His breathing stabilized, and his complexion began to regain color, confirming that his son's life was saved.
As for the Essence Fruits, he no longer felt any regret about them; nothing was more important than his own son.
After all, he was his flesh and blood!
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