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"Is this Ancheng? Are you from outside? How are things out there? Is anyone still alive?" The eyes of the two widened in disbelief.
Zheng Yifan suddenly realized that his ignorance about this place must have marked him as an outsider. What frustrated him even more was that these two fellows already knew where they were; he just hadn't analyzed it carefully.
He wasn't a computer, after all, and couldn't observe every word at all times, nor could he remember everything in his mind.
"I am indeed from outside, but I don't know if there are others still alive. However, I do know that humanity has been fighting, always striving for survival. They have never stopped," Zheng Yifan replied.
"That's good to hear; at least there's some hope for humanity," the two seemed to relax completely.
For those who were constantly uncertain about their future, it felt as if they had finally seen a glimmer of hope, allowing them to let go of their worries and take a much-needed rest.
"Now, can you tell me what these people are up to?" Zheng Yifan gestured towards the crowd outside.
Those creatures had turned the entire eleventh floor upside down. Outside the door, rows of people were kneeling on the ground, and after more than half an hour, some of the weaker ones had collapsed and could barely get up.
The torment of their humanity and the trampling of their dignity felt like the roar of demons, crushing the last remnants of respect among the Survivors.
"The actual controller of the second-to-last floor, Master Qiao's son Qiao Zichu, will come down to take over this level. In the Gathering Place, they hold significant power. That spoiled brat from the Post-Apocalypse is even more reckless; it seems like life on the eleventh floor will be tough from now on," the two spoke almost in unison.
Though they looked different, their words flowed together as if they were one person, their fighting styles complementing each other seamlessly.
"What are you two talking about?" Zheng Yifan asked, puzzled.
Now he carefully observed the two individuals, who seemed almost like one entity, their movements and expressions identical. If it weren't for their completely different faces and physiques, he would not have felt this way until now.
"We both consumed the same type of Essence Fruit," the two said in unison.
"You can call us the Huang Brothers from now on."
They clapped their hands simultaneously, causing their clothes to shake. Suddenly, he caught sight of the badge hanging from his left arm and quickly removed it.
It was a management badge awarded by the Management Team of the Telecom Building. Only with this badge could one wield real power moving between floors. The managers dared not offend them.
Compared to other Superpowered Individuals outside, their strength and influence were even greater.
They could be considered figures of captain-level authority.
Next, Zheng Yifan learned many other things, including the situation around the Gathering Place and how far he was from Jiang.
Jiang seemed like a landmark of Huaguo; almost everyone knew what it was and how far away it was.
After hearing the information he wanted, Zheng Yifan helplessly pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and began to smoke one after another.
He was truly frustrated, nearly tearing his hair out in distress.
One by one, soldiers emerged from the entrance, armed with weapons. Only upon seeing the Huang Brothers did they nod and continue to check the next room.
Every room began to be cleaned, and no one dared to leave it messy in front of Qiao Zichu. They were among the most powerful individuals.
"After a while, we will set off. Let's see how to get back to Jiang," Zheng Yifan said with a smile.
That smile carried a hint of bitterness.
Sure enough, upon hearing Zheng Yifan's words, the Huang Brothers' expressions soured, looking at him as if he were an alien.
"Boss, Jiang is over seven hundred kilometers away, and with the zombies rampant, how could we possibly cover such a distance? This is simply Fang Ye Tan!" The Huang Brothers' mood instantly darkened, feeling as if they were following a madman.
Zheng Yifan tapped the ash from his cigarette. The ash on the ground flickered like starlight. Looking at the two people across from him, who seemed like one,
he felt a sense of absurdity about his own thoughts.
This was the apocalypse! In this nearly unlivable Apocalyptic World, humanity was far from being the dominant species; the sky belonged to the Birds, the ground to the Zombies, and the oceans to the Sea Beasts.
Humans were merely ants surviving in the cracks, easily exterminated at any moment.
In such circumstances, Zheng Yifan proposed crossing a full seven hundred kilometers. In a Post-Apocalypse scenario, that would require at least an hour and a half of flight time.
Now? That was no easier than the Long March of twenty-five thousand miles back in the day.
"This distance must be crossed. You can choose to follow me into this challenge, you can choose to retreat midway, or you can put on your medals now and stay here. I won't force anyone," Zheng Yifan said just as there was a sound at the door; it was Qiao Zichu's fellow arriving.
The atmosphere was charged, and everyone bowed their heads in worship, even the ancient emperors and generals would have paled in comparison.
The grandeur of it all struck Zheng Yifan as utterly absurd; even at the brink of extinction, people still indulged in such theatrics.
Gradually, a voice that sounded like a quacking duck penetrated the air, accompanied by the pained wails of women that rose and fell with the quack.
"Young Master Qiao still has this hobby; it's truly disgusting," the Huang Brothers echoed in unison, their faces twisted in revulsion.
Looking down at the girl quietly resting in his arms, her serene expression and gentle breathing reminded him of a fledgling bird nestled comfortably in his embrace.
In stark contrast were the women outside, caught in the throes of chaos and despair.
How many proud daughters of the Post-Apocalypse were there among them?
Cradling the girl, Zheng Yifan slowly made his way outside. He turned to the two Huang Brothers behind him and said, "You can choose to follow me or stay behind. However, the eleventh floor will inevitably descend into chaos. The choice is yours."
Striding forward, Zheng Yifan aimed to walk away with nonchalance. Yet, the delicate breath of the girl in his arms made him reluctant to wake her. Her tranquility felt like a refreshing sip of cool tea on a scorching summer day that threatened to scorch everyone in this apocalyptic world—refreshing from throat to heart.
His body steady, the Adamantium Shield hung lightly on his left arm as he took a few strides out of the office while holding the girl.
Outside, Qiao Zichu happened to pass by, flanked by a dozen people clearing a path ahead, with dozens more shouting encouragement behind him.
"Get out of the way, you there! Don't block the road!" The foremost figure saw Zheng Yifan emerge and instinctively reacted by trying to shove him aside, brandishing a machete with intent to eliminate him.
" hss!" A mass of something resembling tangled hair shot out, sticking to the weapons of those present. The Huang Brothers stepped forward, glancing at Zheng Yifan and then at the few people across from them.
"Since we have no way out, it might be good to venture out with you. The Telecom Building has reached its limit; it probably can't withstand the tide of zombies this spring," the Huang Brothers said as they emerged, their weapons intertwining to form complex symbols in the air.
"You two lackeys named Huang, do you dare to act so arrogantly here? This is still the Telecom Building and Gathering Place!" Qiao Zichu pointed at them, his face filled with disdain.
These two usually didn't even have the right to speak to him. Now they were blocking his path. It was simply audacious.
"It's been over a year. You've been flaunting your father's power in the Telecom Building, but now that my brother and I are no longer mixing here, it's time to eliminate some pests!" The weapons in the Huang Brothers' hands danced wildly, sending countless strands piercing toward their opponents.
Thirty or so Superpowered Individuals joined forces using their Superpowers to obstruct them. In the air, dozens of different Superpowers clashed, and the strength of the Huang Brothers was simply incomparable.
However, once they truly let go, everything in their hearts became clear, and their attack power grew even more ferocious. The two brothers' Superpowers connected, geometrically enhancing their strength, allowing them to strike back with multiple times the force. They could hold their own for several seconds in battle.
But their power could only develop to this point; they could no longer match up against so many opponents.
The outcome had already been decided at the moment they struck. He was betting that Zheng Yifan would take action, that Zheng Yifan would make this super loser taste the pain of failure. In this apocalyptic world, failure meant death.
"Leave it to me next; there's no need to test me anymore." Zheng Yifan's voice was soft, careful not to disturb the girl in his arms. His left hand waved lightly without much force, and the Adamantium Shield spun away slowly into the air.
A massive current flowed continuously over it, wanting more and more. Zheng Yifan had once mastered gun techniques; those thirty-six shots in In Calamity were merely slow Shooting Skills. When it came to slow usage, Zheng Yifan was exceptionally skilled.
However, when dealing with certain special or weaker enemies, he generally acted swiftly and decisively.
Now, because of the girl's serene sleeping face, Zheng Yifan's heart sank deeper into that fleeting happiness amidst the apocalypse.
This happiness was just a moment, accompanied by a light smile, simple and plain, yet for Zheng Yifan, it was incredibly precious.
A smile in the apocalypse could not compare to the hearty laughter of the real world.
The electricity carried by the Adamantium Shield slowly gathered together, draining all possible energy sources with electricity from the Telecom Building. The electricity generated was also quite powerful.
Looking through the Glass Wall, about five or six meters away was the wall that City Hunter had previously breached, leaving a hole of four or five square meters wide, enough for someone to pass through.
Strolling leisurely to the side of the hole, he watched as the Adamantium Shield was about to make contact with Qiao Zichu.
Zheng Yifan smiled lightly and waved to the Huang Brothers beside him. "How about we fly out from here?"
In a casual conversation, he stepped into the air, while behind him, the Huang Brothers' weapons emitted thousands of threads, connecting Zheng Yifan's body to the nearby low building. He hung in mid-air, and the two seemed like one entity, slowly drifting upwards.
Behind them remained only the continuously spinning Adamantium Shield.
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