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The noisy surroundings were filled with a cacophony of sounds, amidst the laughter and chatter lay a sense of sorrow. Zheng Yifan continued to move forward, holding the girl in his arms, the gentle weight barely registering.
Behind him trailed several dozen people, their eyes fixed on him with predatory intent. Zheng Yifan didn’t care; no matter how they stared, could they really eat him?
As he pressed on, he could see some charming young women in the largest office area on the eleventh floor enticing customers. Even from dozens of meters away, he could still feel the fragrant breeze—not the headache-inducing scent of heavy cosmetics, but the genuine fragrance of youthful femininity. It wasn’t overpowering, yet it was distinctly clear to Zheng Yifan.
A few dozen meters away, the girls moved gracefully, their delicate beauty captivating. Each smile and frown could enchant most men.
Zheng Yifan had seen his fair share of spectacles, yet he couldn’t help but admire these women.
In the North, there are beauties whose smiles can topple nations.
Nothing more than that.
“This must be our destination,” Zheng Yifan said with a smile as he slowly placed his hand into his pocket. That was where he kept the Zombie Crystal, a place untouched by others and free from prying hands.
But suddenly, a sense of alertness washed over Zheng Yifan, causing him to pause momentarily as his right hand unconsciously began to rub his pocket.
“Something’s off!” His gaze sharpened like lightning as he turned to look back at those who had been following him. A few were missing.
No!
They must have fled. Because the pocket in his hand was not his own; they had switched it without him realizing it, replacing it with a piece of tattered cloth. Being toyed with like this made Zheng Yifan’s face flush with anger. He shot a fierce glare at those behind him.
Suddenly, a flash of insight struck him—three individuals were missing from the crowd. They stood out among the others despite their attempts to blend in; their clothing might have changed, but their muscular builds remained unmistakable. These were individuals who clearly had access to consistent supplies.
In just a couple of seconds, Zheng Yifan locked onto those three targets and quickly advanced. Everyone parted to make way for him as he unleashed nearly all of his strength as a Third-Stage Esper. The currents flowed through him while his Silver Spear trembled in anticipation.
Just ahead!
Zheng Yifan spotted three Fellows swaying as they counted the Zombie Crystal s. They were weighing the quantity of the Zombie Crystal s in their hands, carefully counting each one in front of Zheng Yifan.
"Do you three really not take me seriously?" Zheng Yifan shouted. With a powerful leap, he closed the distance to about ten meters in front of them. The trio stood frozen, unable to react; they hadn’t expected Zheng Yifan to possess such strength. They were just a few steps away from their lair, and the large door was already open, waiting for them to enter.
Behind them was a spacious office, over a hundred square meters in size, where four or five people were playing poker with their shirts off. In one corner, various supplies were piled high. There were numerous bags of rice—at least a dozen—amounting to nearly a thousand pounds. Boxes of instant noodles cluttered the floor; these were precious items in the apocalypse, enough to fill the room with their aroma when cooked.
Those supplies were their best stockpile; with a big haul, they could at least trade for an Essence Fruit.
At that time, if they managed to recruit a Superpowered Individual into their gang, two of them could easily secure twelve more floors.
In the entire Telecom Building, having more territory meant better living conditions and less danger.
But they couldn’t go back; the main pursuer had caught up with them, leaving no chance to hide.
“Don’t come any closer! We’ll return your things!” The leader, Shadow Hand Du Ba, fearfully threw the bag in his hand away and turned to retreat back into their lair.
There were many prepared defenses inside that would provide him with strong protection.
Taking a step back would give him a chance; there was no mercy in the Apocalyptic World—stronger individuals killed weaker ones without even sparing a glance.
Whoosh! Before Zheng Yifan could catch the bag mid-air, a powerful force suddenly surged into Shadow Hand Du Ba's room.
“Not good! The big wolf dog is here! Quickly close the door.” The Fellows inside, who had been playing cards, jolted in shock and sprang up, rushing toward the door.
They moved quickly; their tattered clothes brushed against the table, sending everything on it tumbling over. The first person at the door was Shadow Hand Du Ba himself. He stood there watching Zheng Yifan as the sudden turn of events left him unprepared.
With no other option, Shadow Hand Du Ba grabbed hold of the door, trying desperately to close it.
"Whoosh!" The suction suddenly intensified, and the arrow shot back like a returning bolt, racing towards the glass window.
The front Glass Wall shattered, and the items inside flew in the direction of the arrow, accompanied by the startled cries of the women.
"What the hell!" Two bags flew past Zheng Yifan, moving slowly yet still advancing. Zheng Yifan grabbed one of the bags, which was easily pulled towards him.
However, it felt as if that force was permanently attached to it. Seeing Zheng Yifan's actions, Shadow Hand Du Ba immediately realized what was happening and led his followers to rush towards all the supplies.
There were many items in the room, making it impossible for everything to fly out at once. Closing the door now could potentially minimize their losses.
Unfortunately, they had lost their initial opportunity; the suction had taken away all the supplies they had accumulated for who knows how long, just like birds that fly away never to return.
"My things! Damn City Hunter, go bother those upper-class Rich Tycoons, why are you messing with a lowlife like me?" The heart-wrenching scream combined with Shadow Hand Du Ba's distressed expression was truly heartbreaking for anyone who heard it.
Zheng Yifan only cared about the Zombie Crystal in his hand, completely indifferent to his own belongings.
In this apocalypse, every bit of resource was exchanged with lives for water and fire; those supplies were stained with the blood of kindred spirits and the tears of women who traded their bodies for food.
Every shop had to contribute its meager resources to them. Though little, in the hands of these barely surviving individuals, it was already a significant amount for their livelihood.
"Yo yo!" The harvest was good. Outside the Telecom Building, on a low building across from it stood a man with a longbow, seemingly ready to embrace the Telecom Building.
Supplies floated slowly in mid-air; though not strong, they continued to advance. In just a few minutes, everything would likely be absorbed by that person.
"Hey! Seven Zombie Crystal s are missing. Give them back to me!" Zheng Yifan shouted loudly. The figure over there glanced back at him; seven Zombie Crystal s floated slowly in mid-air before suddenly turning around and flying back.
This time, they moved much faster than before, unlike earlier when they returned slowly.
"Also return our supplies!" Shadow Hand Du Ba roared angrily, wanting to reclaim his resources.
The City Hunter across the way showed no hesitation, continuing to receive his supplies.
"Ge Laozi! I have to get it back myself!" Shadow Hand Du Ba, whose eyes were nearly purple-black from anxiety, pulled a chair over from beside him and tossed it into the air.
"Transfer!" he shouted loudly as the chair was slowly drawn into the void above. It completely vanished into thin air.
A glowing ring appeared above the three rice bags on the opposite side, enveloping them.
With a flash of light, the supplies in two locations were exchanged.
"Again!" Shadow Hand Du Ba made another move.
However, the City Hunter refused to continue. He drew back his bow, his entire outfit covered in dust and grime, making it impossible to discern its original form. The bow in his hands was a Compound Bow from an archery club, and the arrows were also scavenged from there.
His appearance was utterly disheveled. The best thing he possessed was likely that set of bow and arrows.
Of course, this excluded his Superpower.
It was undoubtedly his Superpower that caused such damage. The arrow seemed to pierce through the void, almost ignoring the middle segment. It reappeared directly outside the Telecom Building, its force completely intact, with even greater lethality, as if it had just been shot with the same strength.
"Ah!" Shadow Hand Du Ba suddenly exclaimed as the food bag he had just received in his right hand vanished simultaneously, replaced by the arrow from across the way.
"Thud!" The arrow pierced through the wall behind him.
"Come back!" His voice echoed loudly in the air, resonating between him and the Telecom Building.
The arrow had already embedded itself in the building, struggling to break free from the wall.
The supplies slowly fell to the ground, landing on a low building across the way and kicking up a cloud of dust. "Ah!" A furious roar erupted from across, filled with anger not only at being robbed of his supplies but also at his own helplessness.
There were originally enough supplies for him to last for a while, but now? The most essential and filling food was gone, leaving only those snacks that barely satisfied hunger.
"Give it back to me!" The roar echoed, bringing with it a powerful backlash and a tremendous pull.
The target was no longer the void, but Shadow Hand Du Ba.
Without any defenses, the arrow pierced through his skull.
The force of the arrow did not diminish; it continued to fly back with the food, aiming for that low building.
"Boss Du! Brothers, let's take him down, take down that damn City Hunter!"
"Right! After this, who does he think he is? Brothers, grab our spears!" A few of the gang members found some long wooden sticks sharpened into spears from the corner.
With great force, they hurled them forward.
"He’s already dead." Zheng Yifan shook the bag in his hand.
He turned and walked away.
Yes, he was already dead. That Shadow Hand had lost his life in this brief encounter.
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